Chapter 3

Micah

Hannah looks at my brother in terror, she hasn't acknowledged my presence as I'm perfectly positioned in a corner of the room, watching the scene in front of me while resisting the urge to lean her against the bed and devour that beautiful ass that had put things difficult since Jonah took her out of the trunk, removing the leafy dress that only got in the way in the process of moving the woman, I had not noticed more than the fact that her bare legs would be exposed, I was in a hurry, but damn , once Jonah had lifted her over his shoulder, exposing the woman's round, meaty ass, with a full, clear view of her perfectly shaved cunt…I feel like a son of a bitch for even thinking about it considering how circumstances, but I was definitely tempted to fuck her right there.

But now, as shame and fear cover her expression, and tears cover her reddened cheeks, I can't help but feel guilty for putting her in that situation, so I grab a blanket from the drawer to my left, the movement making her look at me, so I raise my hands in peace, slightly amused to see the way her green eyes jump between me and my brother, as if trying to figure out if she was hallucinating or not, she recognizes me as her captor, I can see it, but at the same time, it was Jonah who had been holding her Neanderthal just a few minutes ago, and judging by the look in my brother's eyes, his short experience between the woman's tits had been glorious, lucky bastard.

"We don't want to hurt you," I reassure her, handing her the blanket carefully, making eye contact, the gag (which hadn't been the best choice, but it was what was in the bag Jonah had delivered) is adjusted so that her mouth is permanently open, so I point it out, seeing that my brother has lost the apparent ability to speak, I take control of the situation "May I?" I ask, she gives me a look that I can only identify as a clear 'Are you asking for permission now?', so I chuckle before handing her the blanket, slowly approaching her as she tries to decide whether or not to kick me, but luckily for me, she remains docile, however, she can barely stand up due to the way he had tied her up

I release her hands carefully as I watch Jonah finally shake his head back to reality, watching him adjust his pants and hide his erection, which I hadn't had the grace to do, so once the woman is free and I hand her the blanket, she covers herself almost desperately, which finally brings my attention back to her fear-darkened eyes.

"Take the gag off" Jonah ordered with an affected voice, so I look at him irritated, it was exactly what I planned to do, Hannah jumps slightly when she hears my brother's brusque tone, so I take her chin, trying to reassure her.

"Okay, we don't want to hurt you, I promise," I assure, she obviously tough, even scared, raises an eyebrow in my direction and I can see a response in her gaze, but once she agrees, not looking too happy about it, I withdraw the gag carefully, her lips were red and her cheeks streaked with tears, but shit, I can't help but imagine she would look similar after a good fuck.

"Who are you?" she asks in a high-pitched voice, tucking the blanket around herself and stepping back slightly, eyeing my brother and I warily, finally looking at Jonah, he was the boss, clearing his throat, adjusting his fucking suit

"We'll leave you alone for a moment" he replies instead "There are more comfortable clothes on the dresser and you can take a bath if you want, I recommend you change into something more comfortable before we talk"

The woman gave him a hostile look.

"Comfortable clothes?" she yelled, obviously shaken and pissed off “You ruined my wedding! I was kidnapped!" she yelled, fire in her gaze as she took a tentative step toward Jonah, as if she was seriously considering hitting him.

“Hannah…” I say, but even with the slight confidence I thought I'd gained by giving her some comfort, now eyes blazing with fury stare at me.

"How do you know my name? What do you want from me? How dare they take me without permission? she accused “I don't know what the hell they think  you're going to get but my father is a powerful man, if you touch me, I assure you…

“Your father was the one who sent us,” Jonah said, taking us both by surprise.

Hannah's startled eyes flicker, doubt settling in, but she quickly shakes her head.

“I'm not stupid” she complained “My father…”

"He wants you to be safe" Jonah assured, I raise an eyebrow, I don't question him, he's the one who has all the details, but he was definitely having trouble controlling the situation, maybe telling her everything in this way is not the best, but I I keep silent "I'll explain everything in a moment, please...if we wanted to hurt, we would have done it already" he added, the woman seemed to want to reply, but her shoulders fell in defeat.

"You ruined my wedding" she complained with a sad voice, but I can see her expression of contained fury in her eyes and in her trembling hands, I take a step back, her nails were sharp in that almond shape that many brides used, and although I would love to have them scratch my back under other circumstances, I have no intention of having my face scarred by their nails in a fit of rage, Jonah looks at her in astonishment

"Is that what matters to you?" he asked, almost annoyed with the woman's reaction, which makes me wonder why isn't she more upset with the fact that she was kidnapped?

"You fucking…" She doesn't finish speaking before finally lunging at my brother, though judging by the direction of her arms, she was reaching for the door behind him, Jonah easily stops her as the blanket falls to the floor. I stand back as the woman yells obscenities and cries in frustration, trying to shake off my brother's firm grip, which is ridiculous since we're twice her size, and the woman looks pretty flimsy and dainty right now.

Finally, after five minutes, she cries slightly and she slumps down in defeat, the scene makes me feel guilty, but I just raise an eyebrow at Jonah, who looks completely tortured.

Jonah

The green eyes look at me with fear, and I can't help the pang of guilt that runs through me,  she really wasn't supposed to wake up so soon, the woman had to remain unconscious for at least a couple of hours, I needed everything to be perfect, but the whole thing was screwed, the messy blonde hair made me think of obscene things, especially after having the woman's tits in my face, the soft scent of peaches would have me hard for days to come, her corset fit deliciously to her slender figure, and seeing her bare pussy exposed in the elevator mirror was definitely arousing in the wrong way.

Now, she's on the ground at my feet, crying in frustration, muttering to herself, her reaction is to be expected, but the fact that she thinks I ruined her wedding irritates me, was she really planning to marry that son of a bitch? I look at her clothing again, under her dress, and the thought that Patrick would have been the one to enjoy that sight irritated me, no matter how long it took, Hannah would be mine, even if I had partially lied to get her.

Micah looks at me with a raised eyebrow, questioning my decision, but he stays silent, not that it helps, the damn mocking expression on his face is enough to tell what he's thinking.

"Hannah" I call, trying to appeal to reason, I kneel next to the woman, who hugs herself, Micah hands her the blanket again, and the woman looks at me, reproach in her eyes "I don't want to hurt you" I assure her, although I wanted to do many other things to her that could cause a little pain, harm her? Never, knowing that I caused those tears makes me feel like an idiot, but I couldn't do it any other way, she was about to make a mistake and I wasn't going to leave her to her fate knowing that she was in danger

“Then let me go” she complained “Today was supposed to be perfect” she cries, and again, the woman was talking about her shitty wedding, why the hell was that so important?

"Come on, cutie," Micah says, also leaning in front of her, overwhelmed by suddenly being between the two of us, Hannah looks at us, not knowing which of the two to address "Take a bath, put on something comfortable... I'll make you some tea, is that okay? ” The woman looks at my twin as if he had grown a third eye, even scared, the woman has that sparkle in her eyes that indicates that she is thinking about where he can put the tea, but she doesn't say anything, she finally nods, unsure

"Okay, we'll be outside, okay?" I ask, sitting up as Micah helps her up, she clings to the blanket around her body, seeing her green eyes dart to the door, I add, "Right behind that door...we're not going anywhere until explain to you”

Micah and I left the room, I had rented the penthouse for a whole month, it was one of the few places I considered safe and of which I had complete control from my tablet, so I wasn't going to leave the place until I had it in my hands on whoever wanted to hurt Hannah.

Knowing me, my brother plops down on the sofa, his expression cool.

"So...Would you mind explaining to me what we're supposed to do with her?" he asks, looking at me with narrowed eyes. "Because ypu sure as fuck have feelings for her."

"None of your business," I remind him, but giving the closed door a solemn look, I grabs the tablet from the coffee table, irritated at the sight of Micah's boots on the glass, shoving his feet away before agreeing to the camera inside the room, Hannah was walking around the place, probably looking for a way to escape, making sure she didn't interrupt us, I locked the door, the sound that must have caused the lock catches her attention, so she approaches the door, carefully trying to open it, but failing, she stamps her feet silently in frustration.

“Then I can keep her if things get interesting,” Micah said, growling, my head coming up so fast my neck hurts, my annoyed expression making him laugh, but understanding when I don't respond crosses his mind, sometimes I hate that it's able to read me so well, for years I honed my poker face for business, but even my surliest expression was like an open book to him. "Shit, you won't plan..."

"It's done," I simply say, not really wanting to go into detail, but Micah never knows when to stop, so he stands up, facing me.

"That's why you asked me here" he complained, I can see he's upset, his blue eyes mirror mine "You son of a bitch. Was that your fucking plan from the beginning?"

"Does it seem like I'm the type to do something without planning it carefully?" I ask, irritated by his doubt, but he tugs lightly at his hair, pulling a few strands out of his ponytail, and walks around the room.

"I'm not going to do this again" he said looking at me with something similar to resentment, but I don't pay too much attention to it, Hannah is sitting on the edge of the bed, crying, frustrated, I point to the image

"Why the hell hasn't he gotten in the shower?" I ask, irritated at the delay in my plan, Micah huffs, like he can't believe me.

“Because she's scared Jonah” he complains “Don't you remember what happened with A..?” I look at him, stopping his words, my brother takes a deep breath before clasping his hands, he's going to do that thing I hate so much, talk to me like a little kid. "This is not the way to do it, you know. ”

"It's the only way to protect her" I remind him "Someone tries to hurt her, others... I wasn't going to lose my chance against O'hara"

Micah raises an eyebrow, sighing, setting the tablet aside and plopping down on the couch.

"Her father gave his consent" I just say, Jonah closes his eyes and clenches his jaw irritated.

“Did you really buy another woman?” he asked, nodding, not really wanting to reveal so much, my brother looks at me, I can practically hear the criticism in his mouth, but I didn't think I would regret doing what was right

"And don't bother scolding me" I complain "His father needed to inject capital into his company, in addition to security, I gave it to him, in exchange for his daughter, I'm turning thirty in a month, you know the tradition ”

“Tradition sucks, Jonah,” my brother growled. “She died because of tradition" he reminded me with a harsh look on his eyes.