We knew we needed to make up for lost time with the family.We planned to do it after our weekend here at the cabin.A hostile takeover, with the backing of the fucking Irish mob on the opposition side, is a little time-consuming.Yeah, those bastards had no issue bringing guns into our boardroom, so we had to show them who was boss.They were stubborn but handed over their business in the end.
The instant Tina introduces her as our girlfriend, I know for a fact that Tristan, Ren, and I were thinking of the same thing.Do we know her?Did we fuck her?Is she looking to blackmail us?Is she pregnant and looking to blackmail us?Is she an assassin?Will she wrap her pretty thighs around our necks and strangle us to death in the middle of the night?We should be so lucky.I can’t help but grin at the image.
Well, we could definitely rule out having her in our bed or breeding her.There is no way any of us had this woman beneath us and then forgot she existed.No fucking way at all.So is she here to kill us?Poison our food?We’d have to feed her some of it first, just to make sure.That should be a blast.
Seriously though, if we don’t know her but she clearly knows us, that changes everything and makes this even more dangerous.For her.Does she know who we really are?
Another thought jumps into my head.Did she break into the wrong cabin, maybe?Probably not.That would mean she picked the entirely wrong mountain to start with.
This is going to be so fucking interesting.We’ll play her game until her next move.And when we say we’re going to play her game, we mean that in every sense of the word.She wants to be our girlfriend.We’ll show her exactly what that entails.Until she cracks.
But fuck, kissing the golden-eyed, dark-haired beauty with her lush lips and intoxicating scent...Hell.
That had been her first test to break her.She was supposed to push us away.Not feel like a piece of treasure, we immediately wanted to lay claim to.Own.Protect.Devour.
But fuck, the taste of her lips, like candy, now runs through our bloodstream.The feel of her, like satin, her curves hot and addictive as she dissolved against us, became our obsession.In short, she fucking combusted in our arms, took us down with her, changed the natural trajectory of our planned lives, and gave us each an immediate case of life-threatening blue balls.
Yet the absolutely stunning woman infiltrated our family, lied about being our girlfriend, and hadn’t come clean yet.No, “I’m so sorry.This is a big mix-up.”Instead, she continues playing her game and lets us kiss her.Fuck.
Who is she?What does she really want with us?
The only thing we know is her first name.Madisyn.It would take us one phone call and less than five minutes to find out everything there was to know about her.But where’s the fun in that?
There’s a storm outside, bound to become a raging storm by tomorrow, according to the weather reports.And she’s trapped inside here with us.We have all the time to do this the long way, the hard way.
By the time we’re done with her, Madisyn, our girlfriend, is going to tell us everything.
One thing is absolutely certain, though: we’re not letting her out of our sight.
Ever.
Well, that’s a decision Ren and I have already made.We’re keeping her, no matter what.If that’s not the scariest decision we’ve had in all our lives.But Tristan?He’s not yet sure.He’ll need to break her down first.For now, he’s keeping his options open, whether he’s going to break her defenses, her neck, or join us in laying claim to her body, her mind, and her soul.
Interesting times ahead for sure.
**Chapter Seven
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Madisyn
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Dear god what haveI walked into?
As soon as I close the door behind me, I lean against it, give in, and hyperventilate.I struggle so hard to get air into my lungs my chest aches, and I’m left wondering if I’m having a heart attack at twenty-three.
I force myself to get a grip.I’m not a falling-apart type of person.I’m resourceful and strong and brave.Gosh, I seem to be stuck in a loop with these pep talks I give myself to keep my head above the tar I’m drowning in.
Still, I’ve been in high-pressure situations before.This is no different.Except it is.It’s entirely different.They’re worse than the psychos I thought them to be.Why haven’t they questioned me yet?Do they know who I am?Who I work for?No, that is impossible.If they knew what I planned to take from them, they would ice my corpse on the snow outside and then sit down and have a cozy dinner with their family.
Well, I refuse to be their prey.
One look out of the massive window tells me the storm is picking up.I can’t escape on foot.I’ll die.I could find their helicopter and fly myself out.Two things: flying helicopters does not feature on my résumé, and there’s no time for a crash course on the subject.
“Now is not the time for puns, Cohen,” I whisper, annoyed.
The other thing is, what if their pilot dropped them off and will only return to pick them up after the weekend?There might not be a helicopter for me to commandeer.
