I wasn’t about to dwell on all of that when that sting disappeared, instead being replaced by helium balloons, and I felt like I was going to float to the surface. She loved me. She fucking loved me. Fuck the rest of everything.
Burying my face back into her chest, I called out, "Now we just need my brothers on board, and we're set."
"We still have your father to deal with." Concern peppered her voice, but like I said, the rest of the world could burn for all I cared.
"I'll kill him. I'll just get rid of him, and that’s that." Problem solved, right?
She lifted up, wincing at her shoulder, before giving me a light, sweet kiss that promised more tomorrow. "We need to talk to your brothers and see what to do."
I nodded; she was right. She was always right. "Yes. Let's talk to husbands two and three like a family."
Her lips quivered, lifting her brow like she was going to argue with me again, but she didn't. This time, she just nodded. If that isn't love, I don't know what is.
25
NICU
Tap, tap, tap.
What the fuck was my father thinking? Bringing her into the family! The urge to throw the table across the room rode me so high I had to bite the inside of my cheek to remind me not to. Ion did well. He couldn’t keep his disgust to himself, but he used it to make it seem like she wasn't worthy of becoming our family.
Also, when Father questioned him about the vodka at breakfast, he easily played the part he needed to not look suspicious. It was smart of him to clear his mind of that nonsense. My brother was back to being the man he should’ve been, not the drug addled one my father wanted him to be.
I knew father had encouraged him into those filthy habits, telling him that he needed to grow a tolerance since this was the crowd he would be around, but he used it too much. I didn't like seeing him grow more gaunt each time I saw him. I didn't like the attitude that came out of him when he was on it. I knew it was clouding his judgment, and when enemies could be hidden in plain sight, I really needed my brother to be on his A game.
Tap, tap, tap.
Glancing at my watch again, I tapped the tablet in front of me, which showed me the security footage for the front of the house. I saw that his car was still missing. What the fuck could they be up to?
I know that he had to take her; our father would make sure of it, sending some idiot to follow and report back to him. Using Cezar to intimidate people was one of his go-to moves. I just hoped that he wouldn't scare her too badly. I didn't need her coming back here looking haunted and then having a whole other issue to clear up.
The only thing I knew I didn't need to worry about was he wouldn't hurt her. He was attached to her so fully I knew this was going to spell trouble for us later. He wasn’t the only one getting attached.
Tap, tap, tap.
Visions of her on her on her knees, giving me complete control. To fuck that little mouth like it was my own personal fuck toy. When I saw the tears roll down her cheeks, I wanted to lick them up and savor the taste of her submission.
Then, when she was with Cezar, I had to step in. Strap up that leg to have her exposed for me. Thinking of ways on how we’re going to have to train her body to stretch for us. That thought alone had me feeling that controlling beast scratch at the back of my head, demanding to come out and take over.
Then when she took control of Ion, it made my blood pump straight to my cock, thinking of all the ways I could control her as she controlled him. It would be such a different kind of high in that kind of power structure.
Losing myself in my fantasies, my cock getting harder by the second. A door slammed outside of my office and I swiftly abolished those thoughts. I didn't have time to fantasize. What was this woman doing to me?
Tap, tap…. Noticing my hand tapping away on the desk, I tapped one last time, since the rest of them had been in threes, and then folded them in my lap.Weakness. Don’t fucking show your weakness.
After surveying the room, I noticed that everything was just right. Everything was in its right place, facing the right way, down to the centimeter. Usually, this would make me feel whole in my safe space, but as I sat there constantly checking the security cameras, I felt a hole in my chest that had never been there before, and it was growing bigger.
With my brothers, it was about loyalty and camaraderie. While we had different mothers, we all had the same father. The same outcome for our mothers, all dead in horrific ways. It bound us together, an invisible chain of fate, like a black serpent that coiled around our necks, connecting all of us in its ever-tightening grip. The only thing we could all do was to not care, to live our lives out how our father wanted. Only finding purpose in the small scraps of praise we got when we did a good job, but this feeling was so much more powerful than that.
Gripping the handles of my chair, I felt the bricks around my heart crumbling around me, wondering how this was even possible. Thinking back, the first crack happened when I saw her under my desk, wild eyes looking at me like she would stop at nothing. We were both survivors, and I couldn't put out that bright light. Then she took a bullet for me; she gave my youngest brother a purpose and helped my middle brother with his pain… how could I not fall for her?
Her strength called to me, daring me to match it. That's when it became clear to me…I had to kill my father. It was the only way I could ensure she lived, and the three of us needed her to live.
Where the fuck was she?!
Rising to my feet, smoothing down my suit, I went to take a walk. Maybe I would walk in the front garden, see them as soon as they made their way through the iron gate. With my mind made up, I left my office, went down the hallway, and took one step down the stairs when I noticed a figure in a hoodie leaning against the wall of my father's study.
Keeping my feet light, I made my way over to this figure. Hearing my father's booming voice through the walls, I took my gun out from my waistband at my back and put it up against his. “Now, what do we have here?”
