Gunner POV:I smile at Ethan. He doesn’t give in, not at all. I sit back on the chair with the dagger in my hand. I throw it and watch as it lodges into his leg.“All I want you to answer is why. None of this she asked, or because you needed money. It was a foolish move, even for money. Do you like her?” I pick up the other dagger and twirl it around my fingers. He keeps going back to the same reason. For the money, yet his eyes tell a different story, and he has money already. I raise my hand.“Okay. Fine, I will tell you.” I smile and stand. Walking towards him, I hold the blade against his chest.“The truth or I will carve my name into your chest.” I smile, pushing the blade against him.“I have known her for years. The bar she usually hangs out in. I worked there for a while. I saw her for years, years of wanting to have fun and everyone stopping her. I watched as she was slowly drowning beneath the restrictions. I saw the pain and hurt in her eyes when no one would sit with her a
My head hurts, I drank too much last night, more than I have ever drunk before, and I guess that was my way to cope with the facts of everything. The party is tomorrow night, and I know I can’t escape now. I know that once I get home, there will be no freedom. My mum will be getting me ready for this party. I want to fight and scream against her, because why should I be the perfect bride (or almost bride)? After getting showered and dressed, I walk out, unsure of what mood these four guys will be in this morning. I can only hope for good ones. I see them sitting together, eating, and talking, all falling quiet as I step through into the room. “Come eat, little lamb. Then we will sort out a way to get you back home.” I nod and walk through, once again taking my seat next to Bear. I eat quietly as they talk, but it is as if they have changed the subject now that I’m here. They seem to be trying to avoid anything business or personal. Which leaves nothing. They don’t trust me, and I don’
Walking in, my mother is standing there, waiting.“Your dress for tomorrow is upstairs.”I walk past her and nod. “Oh.”“Oh? Is that all you can say? Oh? When I bought you the dress because you weren’t home to get one yourself?”What does she want? A thank you, mum, for getting me a new dress that I will wear while you give me away? I just want to rush to my room and hide away.“I have also booked for you to have your hair and makeup done.”I continue walking up the stairs.“Emmi!”I turn, hearing her shout. “Would you be throwing yourself down to say thank you if your parents pretty much sold you off and forced you into an arranged marriage?” I stare at her, waiting.“You were not sold. It was a deal. The Wolversons helped us gain control of the city again. In return, we promised you would marry their son.” She looks at me like I have It all wrong.“You may not have sold me for money, but you gave me away to cover the debt. You are still giving me away when you don’t even know the fa
I rejected this over and over. I don’t want a woman in our place. I don’t want a woman to come into our lives. I know, though, that people will have questions even without us telling people that they are only giving us Emmi because they see her as a burden. I look at my brothers; the last woman who was close to us was our sister. That ended awfully. We failed her. We didn’t see the enemies in disguise who used her. Maybe if we had done, she would still be here? “So, the plan is, one of us speaks to Jamie, one her mum, and then we all speak to her. I don’t want to drag her out if she is screaming.” Zane looks at me. “Or we just walk out and leave her there.” It’s the easiest, least stressful option. “Let’s say we do, then what? They find someone else to make a deal with and give her up to? At least here we can protect her,” Bear says. “Protect her? Like we did Adelia? If you still think we are capable of protecting any woman after we fucked up with Adelia, you have some serious issu
We walk through the door, and Dante instantly disappears. I don’t blame him. Even with almost a lifetime to get ready for this, it seems to have happened so quickly.“Right, we had your room sorted, Emmi.” I smile at her and lead the way. Once there, I open the door and step inside. She follows but stays quiet. “Shopping tomorrow, you will need clothes and things.” I look at her, but she simply nods. I should leave, give her space. So, I turn, walk out, and close the door.“She good?” Bear smiles at me.“Define good? She’s alive, but right now, she looks like she could cry, kill us all, and go on a crazy rampage.” I laugh and sit down.“Right, well, Paul is in the city. He ran from their side. They let him past the checkpoint. I’m guessing he has no idea anyone knows about the plan, and Jamie sent out a search party for the debt he owed,” Gunner explains.“Which means he thinks he’s safe over here until we get asked to grab him. Any idea where he is?”I turn at the sound of Dante’s vo
I sit in front of Zane, his eyes avoiding me. He seems different, I know he said no, but his knuckles are bleeding and need sorting. I sit and wipe them, waiting for them to explain why they killed Paul. He was trying to help me. To them, though, they thought it was payback.“Look, the plan was we get answers without hurting them, then Gunner got to have fun with him in the playroom until he gave in and died. Unfortunately, he went too far, Zane lost it, and now he’s dead,” Dante says, and it is strange. He hates me, but he is talking to me now. I have a feeling it is to do with Zane. If it wasn’t for Zane, Dante wouldn't be sat here right now speaking to me.He still didn’t deserve to die, even if he went too far.“So, what did he do?” I look between them, waiting while I clean Zane’s knuckles.“Made out like he had fucked you over and over.” Gunner smiles. “He claims it was amazing, so what, did you just forget, or was he that bad you didn’t want to admit it?” He laughs, looking at
I feel her mouth against my ear, but I feel powerless. How the hell is that right? I try to close my eyes, counting down from ten, just to keep my mind in a safe place. My body tenses as I feel her teeth scrape against my ear.“Don’t you want to know how it would sound me screaming your name?”I feel her hands run down my body. She’s stupid and playing a dangerous game. I go to say her name, but she continues.“How powerful would it feel, Zane, to be the first guy to make me scream like that, to be the first guy to give me that sort of pleasure?”Shit. Counting is no longer working. I can feel my cock pushing against her stomach. She is that fucking close.“How would it feel, Zane, to know for your entire life that you were the first one to do it? The first guy to give me that pleasure, to know that every time I think about the first time, it’s you, here, fucking me.”I move, spinning around with her in my arms. My body pinning hers against the wall. I lift her and she wraps her legs
I feel shaking, something shaking and waking me. Opening my eyes, I turn and see Zane asleep. It is him that’s shaking. He is sweating and having some sort of dream. Small whimpers escape his lips as he calls for his mother. Mover closer to him, I move my hand slowly. Reaching his torso, I let my fingers tenderly caress him, trying to soothe him from the dream that’s holding him captive. I glance at his chest and see the burns, actual burns. They only add to his beauty.I want to know how it happened, but I know he won’t tell me. I know he will hate knowing that I looked, that I touched him. So I decide to try and help him out of the dream that’s making his body tremble, then I will turn around. I cuddle closer to him, my fingers stroking along his chest. Ages seem to pass, and I feel my eyes slip close as I fall asleep.I smile, feeling a hand stroke along my back, slowly squeezing my ass before releasing it. A moan escapes my mouth. I push myself closer to him, happy to have Zane’s