Prologue
Curling up in the corner of my bed anxiously, I stare at my bedroom door as if it’s going to bite me. I know that sounds dramatic, but this is my reality.
I made a deal with the devil, and now I’m living with those consequences. It doesn’t matter that I’m doing this to protect my sister, my skin is still covered in a light sheen of cold sweat as I wait to see if Brad or Luke will come to collect on our agreement tonight. Sometimes, they both come in, and then it makes for an especially bad time.
My breaths almost have a wheezing quality as I struggle not to hyperventilate. My muscles are contracting to the point of pain as I tremble, anticipation and cold seeping into my bones as I attempt to make myself small.
I’m just trying to do what I think is right. Why is that so hard?
It’s been two years since this started, so it isn’t a matter of if they’ll come to my room, but rather when. One or both of them have turned the knob to my room to invite themselves inside every single night since my first. I still have bruises from Luke’s fingers digging into my hips last night, and the memory of his cum dripping onto my thighs is still replaying in my mind.
They have no sense of shame, flaunting my choices for anyone to see who is willing to look closely enough. I do my best to hide it. My sister can’t know that I traded my safety for hers. I need to keep everything locked down for a while longer.
I have to live in this house until the government will allow me to live alone with Lexi. Turning eighteen in a year won’t save me if my foster family refuses to let us go, as there are contingencies for aging out, which means I’m stuck. Arriving at the Fielding home at fifteen wasn’t something my sister or I wanted, but the government deemed it necessary after a car accident that shouldn’t have happened. Our parents died too soon, a product of our bad decisions.
It’s my fault. I wanted to go to that party, and it’s the one time I decided to be a stupid kid instead of responsible. I shouldn’t have done it. We had to call them to pick us up after the cops busted it up, and my dad drove angry. Now they’re dead, and Lexi and I are in this hell hole we have to call home.
“Maybe they won’t come,” I whisper, swallowing around the taste of bile.
My heart is fluttering wildly within the confines of my ribs, and my ears are ringing as my fear reaches new heights. I feel faint, yet know that I have to stay awake to fulfill my promises.
I can’t lie to myself. Brad and Luke haven’t missed a visit in two years. Why is tonight going to be special? It’s later than they usually come to my room, and the minutes continue to pass as I sit in wait for them.
I will lie to Lexi until I’m blue in the face if it means she’s not the one suffering. I don’t want her to cry, scream, and beg for help that’ll never come. I don’t even beg anymore because I know I’m the reason they’re here. I told them they could use me, as long as they leave her alone. I said this the second I saw Brad put his hand on Lexi’s door, and told Luke he wanted to see if her pussy was tight or not.
Our foster parents put my sister and I in separate rooms to give us our own space, something we never wanted. They told us we had to be our own people, but instead they’re just separating us so that we can’t help each other. The only reason I overheard Brad that first night was because my stomach hurt and I had to use the hall bathroom.
So I’ll take this, for her.
The doorknob turns easily because that’s the other part of our agreement. I won’t lock the door to them, not ever. They have free access to my body, and I can’t complain or refuse them.
Gasping in a breath, I try not to think about the fact that my seventeenth birthday is in one short hour, or it’ll simply be one more year I’ll have to suffer through this. I can’t imagine what’ll happen once Lexi and I find our designation. We both think we’ll be omegas, which will simply intensify our foster brothers’ interest in us.
Brad’s tousled blonde hair and hooded dark eyes are the first thing I see as he comes through the door with a cruel smile.
“Silva, have you been a good girl for me?” he asks.
Swallowing hard, I nod slightly. The brothers have very specific tastes. They want me showered, well groomed, and my hair blow dried down my back. Lexi always gives me odd looks as I do my hair every night before bed, but I can’t tell her why I’m doing it. She’s already asked me if I have a crush on our foster brothers, and it took everything inside me not to throw up in my mouth.
This is the game I agreed to play, so I do it because there’s no other option. We can’t leave yet as underaged kids. The government would hunt us down and bring us back.
The entire system is so fucking stupid.
“Good girl.” Brad growls, opening the door wider.
He’d be attractive if I didn’t know the amount of evil that exists inside of him. It’s after eleven at night, the house is silent,which means that he knows he can do whatever he wants. “Stand up, I want my friends to see what I get to tap whenever I want.”
Tearing my eyes away from him, I startle as I see there are three other guys between him and his brother standing there.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
“Do I need to make you stand?” Luke asks sweetly, his voice forcing me to make my muscles obey me. His brown hair is darker than his brother’s and his steel gray eyes twice as cruel. “Ah, there we are. Isn’t my sister the best?”
I want to scream at him that I’m not his sister as I stand for them in my pajama shorts and thin tank top. Are they really going to let their friends touch me, or is this another way to fuck with me?
“She’s pretty,” a guy with spiky black hair says, walking inside my bedroom to wind my curls around his finger.
Pulling in a huge breath, I feel dizzy as scents that don’t belong in my room overwhelm me. The guys all crowd into my room, and Brad closes and locks my door.
