“I’m sorry. I must look like a spoilt bitch. Complaining over no freedom and trying to run away from a family who had never done anything like that to me.” He just made me realise I should be grateful.“Don’t you dare! You deserved your freedom, Emmi, and you aren’t spoilt or a bitch. You may not have been beaten, burned, abandoned, or watched someone die, but your childhood still wasn’t a real one. So, you have as much right to hate it as we do ours.”I wish it was true, but I feel awful. I lost my dad, that was all. Hardly anything compared to these guys. I don’t want to talk about it anymore. Dante will be angry that he told me everything.“So, Dean, tell me about him.” He looks at me and smiles.“He’s just a guy. He was one of the people in the city who disagreed with my parents’ plan. He seemed so utterly shocked by it and always said he could never do that to his daughter. He would sneak me into his garage, just to hide out there away from the guys who followed me to report back
Sitting, I face Dean, unphased by Gunner twirling his dagger around.“There is more to this than you’re saying. You fucked her mum, had an affair, fine, but you’re not with her mum anymore. So why protect Emmi?” I lean closer to him.“Someone has to. No one else in the city was. No one else in the city was letting her have that quietness from the guards. I was there to ensure she was safe. She needed someone.” I know it’s true, but there is still something.“You’re her mum's age. Are you sure this wasn’t you trying to get her into bed?” I do wonder if that is why? He shakes his head, looking sickened.“Look! Either tell the fucking truth or you won’t ever speak again, and your tongue will be in a jar! You told Emmi you would never do that to your daughter, yet you don’t have one, so why act like you did?” Gunner moves closer with the dagger. I reach out to stop him.“If I speak, I am as good as dead.” His words make the sickness rise inside me.“So, you would rather be tortured until
I watch Dante storm out the room, knocking things out of the way as he does. I shouldn’t have touched him. I know I shouldn’t have. He’s going to take longer to get over things. I know he will, and he will take longer to open up to me.“So, today, little kitten, we go shopping.”I look towards Bear and laugh. “Shopping? Why?” I have the basics.“Why shopping? So, you can get some new things. Go get ready. Me and Gunner will take you. Zane has things to sort.” Bear looks at Zane, watching as he nods and walks off. I do the same, and go through to my room. I pick out a dress and heels. Then, after getting myself ready, I walk back out.As I reach the room, I watch as Gunner and Bear turn to me, their eyes roaming across my body as their cocks harden. This is a win for me. The weird thing is, Bear seemed to want me, the way he was in that place, the way he calls me little lamb, but he hasn’t even tried yet.“Let’s leave.” Bear gets up and walks out, holding the elevator for us. Stepping
I watch every painful catwalk she does in the lingerie, each piece just begging to be ripped off her. Gunner and Bear are laughing. I stare at them. Emmi appears a moment later and my eyes widen as I see her breasts being hugged by the bra, yet her nipples are exposed and begging for attention.“Did you bring it?” Gunner looks at Emmi. I try to ignore him, taking out my phone to send a message. I am breaking the rules, but I have to. Filling in the message and a code, I hit send. “Now, little kitten, give it to me.” I watch as Gunner holds out his hand, Emmi placing something into it.“What was that?” I look at Gunner.“Oh, you will see.” Gunner grins. I hear Emmi moan and the sound of vibrations, my head shooting around to look at her. Shit. I need to run.“I’m working.” Getting up, I rush out. Zane’s words have taunted me all day. Him talking about giving her freedom to fuck someone else. The lingerie, everything. I don’t want to give in. But, giving in to her is getting attached, s
I stay kneeling on the floor, wondering if he is going to come back and free me. My mouth and jaw hurt so much. I can’t complain though, I asked for it. I wiggle, trying to free my hands in any way I can. I just need one free. One hand, then I can get myself free and go to my room.The idea of been tied here all night isn’t good. Neither is the idea of one of the others finding me like this. Maybe that was his plan? Try to humiliate me so I’m scared away from him? If it is, it won’t work. I’ll make sure of it. I groan slightly, the rope rubbing against my wrists as I continue to fight to get free. Fucking assholes, all of them.I hear his laugh first, refusing to turn my head to look at him because my face feels awful. I know it must look awful too. I know my lips are puffy and so are my eyes, not to mention the fact I can still feel his release on my skin as well.“I guess I will free you.” His words are chuckled as I hear him walking to me. Kneeling behind me, his hands release the
I watch her all week, and I see Zane is craving to cuddle her, but he can’t. Dante is right. She went from that fiery woman to just anyone. She needs to remember that fire, keep it there to survive, as right now, if one of us were to kill a guy in front of her, I’m sure it would break her.She was so fierce that day, a real fighter, but she got comfortable too quickly. The pleasure seemed to mask that fire, and we all know it’s false. She isn’t her. Sure, she wants to explore, she wants sex, she wants that freedom. It was clear, though, after Dante and her willingly letting him do that, she wasn’t herself.“How much longer?” Zane looks at Dante.“Until she fights,” he says.“And if she doesn’t? Come on, Dante, I get it, but maybe this is going too far? Using her as a slave, and you can shout, but that look in her eyes is like Adelia’s that weekend.” I turn and look at Zane, shocked.“Which means she will soon scream and find herself again. She is a weakness. Right now, she is weak. Be
I sit like the good little Princess I’m meant to be. Although I secretly want to stand a table and strip while screaming fuck the Wolversons. The idea swirls around in my mind. I watch as Zane fights, and hell, he looks hot. Here he takes off his top like he doesn’t care what people think. No doubt because while it’s off, he’s almost killing men with his fists.Bear has just been walking around the room, avoiding me, and god knows where Dante and Gunner are. I look around me. I’m in just as much of a prison here as I was at home. If not worse, because they treat me like a damn slave. They went from looking at me with lust, need and smiles, to like I’m just another woman, as Bear said.So, they don’t want me. I feel the anger burning through as I watch Zane beat the second guy in the ring before someone pulls him out. A guy near the ring looks drunk, too drunk to notice who I am, right? My eyes go back to Bear, watching as he steps into the ring. I wait, watching as he begins fighting,
I know we pushed her, and hell, I am surprised it took her a week to fight back. But she still looks defeated. Maybe we did it the wrong way and should have tried something else?“I’m sorry, Emmi, we just didn’t want you to lose who you were. That fighter, the one with fire in her eyes. Don’t lose that side of you.” My hands wash across her skin.“I honestly thought you all hated me. Dante telling me I’m just another whore, Bear telling me I’m just like every other woman. You all calling me Princess, Gunner telling me I’m nothing more than a toy he is bored of.” Her head falls forward.“And me, I told you that you weren’t worthy for any man to touch.” I didn’t mean it. I had been arguing with Dante, pleading that he let us stop. That we just tell her. She was there and crying, and I felt like I had to cuddle her. So, I spoke to make her run from me. Then after I felt like a jerk and beat the crap out of men in the club to try to release that feeling.“I don’t know what to believe anym