And I need a plan.
I open the door to my mother’s lavish office and find her reigning behind her opulent walnut desk with ornate golden legs. It’s perched in front of the one-way glass, ruling over her dominion below, and my brothers are gathered around.
“There’s my baby.” Her warm smile greets me.
Maybe I’m partial. Maybe it weirds me out, too, but I have eyes. They can see how my mother is fucking gorgeous.
She paid an immoral price for her looks.
But survival can take notes. It’s only made her more beautiful.
She wears Chanel skirt suits; they don’t wear her. Age is her beauty accessory. Her dark hair is always perfect. Her blue eyes always see. Her nails always polished and sharp. You can’t get anything past her because she’s a hundred miles ahead of you in red heels.
“My little lion.” She beckons me over for three kisses to her cheek. It’s a Russian thing.
As I obey, Grant snickers, “Pft. Herlittlelion.”
I turn, jutting my chin at him. “I got yourlittle lionright here, Blow Pop.”
Grant’s crammed beside Axel and Nash, like sardines in a can, on one of the two velvet sofas in Mom’s office because there’s nothing small about any of us, and Sire laughs. He’s reclining beside Nick on the other sofa.
All of us know how Grant treats his dick like a lollipop. How Delphine loves getting other women to suck it with her, while they finger her, and he sees how many licks it takes until he?—
“Don’t start.” Mom arches a brow. “It burns my biscuits when I hear of my sons’ proclivities.”
Grant smirks at Sire. “Hear that, Breeder? Careful with yourbi-clivities.”
Sire grins. “You’re just jealous cuz I’m Lord of the Love Chutes.”
Axel laughs. “Yeah, you’re so holy, you want both holes.”
“So, we’re anal gods.” Nick grins, proudly gay and defending Sire’s bisexuality. “Take notes and learn about the Super-O.”
“Hey.” Nash points. “We know how to double down too.”
Nash has shared women with Axel. Sire. Grant. Jace. Hell, DPs have been their kink, then Grant throws mine in the ring because assholes clearly love company. “Like the Oracle of the Orgasms over there is so innocent. We’ve all seen the little lion double dong a?—”
“Enough.” Mom snaps her fingers. “I can still give y’all nine kinds of hell.” She points to me. “You called this meeting, and why? Is Alena okay?”
Nash whips his glare my way, sex jokes vanishing when his daughter is mentioned.
“Jace is watching her, and she’s fine,” I assure everyone, flopping down beside Sire. “In fact, she’s a badass. She brokeevery fucking protocol in a swift water rescue yesterday, and that’s why we’re here.”
Nash narrows his eyes. “But she told me today she just dealt with a flash flood in the park.”
“Your daughter’s a humble hero,” I boast. “When it floods up there, it’s apocalyptic. And Alena swam across a raging river of rapids to rescue a naked woman stuck on the rocks.”
“Naked?” Mom asks, her instincts dead-on. “You mean, she was being?—”
“Trafficked, yes,” I answer. “They’re using RVs up there to move the victims, and she escaped. It was like she’d rather die before Alena rescued her. But it’s more like… Like…” I throw my stare to the ceiling. “Fuck, I can’t describe it, but Sasha wasn’t a typical victim.”
“Sasha?” Grant sounds like his wheels are starting to turn.
“That’s the name she gave the Feds,” I explain. “Nothing else. Alena said Sasha wasn’t from around here and didn’t trust anyone. She guesses it’s not the country cartel who had her, but?—”
“How did Alena know all this?” Nash fumes.
“Because your daughter is just like you,” I counter. “She’s like all of us. She was ready to die to rescue a woman like Sasha, and?—”
