I find my way back to the room where I left them.I’m out of breath by the time I step inside.My gaze falters as I take them in again.They’re lounging about without a care in the world, wholly unsurprised to see me standing there, a frazzled mess.I can’t ignore the raging snowstorm outside.How on earth am I getting back home?
“I...hi.Um...I need to leave, but I can’t find Eileen—she said she would help me with anything I needed.I also can’t see the helicopter; I could see it before, but now it’s gone.I was wondering if you have another one, I could use, please?”
They rise to their full height, and instinctively, I take a step back.Now I understand why I panicked so hard when I couldn’t find Eileen and the helicopter.I can’t be here with them.They do strange things to my body, and I’m not equipped or experienced enough to handle it.
“We sent Eileen back home with the helicopter.We didn’t want her stranded here with us during the storm.There is no way out of here for you, kitten,” Vincenzo says.
My mouth dries as his words sink in.Everything around me feels ominous.The three men who patiently listened to me while I bravely laid out my uncle’s mass-scale deception to regain power have now become dark and insidious.
Fear spreads hotly down my spine, yet the tug in my lower stomach, the uneasy feeling between my legs, intensifies.What is happening to me?I’m in danger.My nipples shouldn’t be hardening to the point of pain.
“I don’t understand.I told you everything.I stopped you from making a huge mistake.I prevented you from getting me pregnant; your heir would have been half Passero.I saved you,” I plead.
“What if we didn’t need saving, Alessia?”Nico says, and I realize I entered falcon territory armed as a hummingbird.
***Chapter Nine
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Luca
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Ican’t take my eyesoff the stunning beauty before us, with her bright orange sweater, long skirt, and hair so thick and dark that I have to flex my hand to stop my fingers from threading through her tresses and pulling her head back as I make her come with my cock deep inside her.The physical part is shared among the men closer to me than even brothers, Nico Santoro and Vincenzo Rosso.
She is even more exquisite in person, and from the moment she walked into the ceremony room, regardless of what Nico and Vince say or feel, she disrupted the natural order of our lives.
I warned them—both of them.I sensed something dangerous in her, to us, but it wasn’t something I disfavored.We may have claimed her like we do a precious gemstone, or a priceless artifact, a fine painting, the acquisition clinical, calculating, and mostly self-serving, but there’s something else about her.
From a single photo of her, shown to us by the Vergine Selettore, something uncanny happened to us.Nico and Vince immediately saw her as an enemy, a threat, a woman best kept close as a possession of ours.I told them we’re playing with Sirena—a siren bound to be our life and our death.
She’s going to change who we are; she probably already has, despite Nico and Vince believing otherwise, convinced that they’re stronger than she is and that she wouldn’t affect them if we kept her close.
Of the three of us, I’ve always been the voice of reason, the realist.Nico is a stickler for rules and legacy; love doesn’t factor into any of that for him, even if we weren’t trained to avoid loving anything or anyone.He bears the weight of the family on his shoulders, a burden passed down from generations of stern, cold predecessors who will not accept failure.
Vincenzo, on the other hand, is steadfast in his belief that he is incapable of falling for a woman.Vince has unwavering trust issues.
But me, I’m an open book—no scars, at least not emotional ones.
The thing is, if we didn’t close the book on her immediately, tell the Vergine Selettore to send someone else from the onset, it’s entirely too late now.She’s woven herself into the fiber of our beings, forever and eternal.
I’m intrigued by her.In the time she’s been in our presence, I’m captivated by the way she moves, the way her sweet, slender throat bobs when she swallows, and the faint scent of coconut oil, baby powder, and vanilla shampoo that permeates the air around us.
I’m curious to see how else she can affect me.What my hands will feel like on her body, her wetness in my mouth, her walls closing around my cock while Nico and Vince fill the other side of her.
We expected her to arrive in the ceremony room in her virgin attire, ready to offer her body to us.Instead, she dropped a bombshell about her uncle’s plot to force a union between us.
Who would have thought such a thing?I grin.
“Please, there must be a way I can leave.I can’t be here.I need to go back home,” she says, pleading so prettily that my cock hardens all over again.
“But you belong with us now,” I reply.
“No, I don’t.I belong back home, on the farm.With my sister, Gianna.After everything I told you, you shouldn’t want me here.I’m your enemy...well, I’m related to your enemy—the man who was going to deceive you in the worst way possible, remember?You should not want me breathing the same air as you.”
“Would it make a difference if we already knew everything about you?”Vince asks.
“What do you mean?”she asks, stepping back.
