A smile tugs at the corner of his mouth, confusing the shit out of me. He leans forward and licks away my tears, then brushes his lips against the shell of my ear as he whispers, “If we are what you want, then be back here on the Fourth of July and meet us in our spot.”
When he pulls back I look up at him and frown. “Our spot?” I question.
He winks and steps back, tucking his hands into his pockets. “You already had the three of us, you just didn’t know it. Be in our spot before the fireworks go off. We'll wait for you, Naya.” He turns and heads back inside, leaving me standing here utterly fucking confused.
Van is silent on the drive, leaving me to my thoughts as I try to decipher what the hell Brax meant.
“Oh my God!” I shriek when I finally put the pieces together. “Those motherfuckers!”
“I guess you won’t be needing a place to crash after you leave the service then, huh?” Van asks.
I snap my head toward him. “How did you know I was going to leave?”
He smiles knowingly. “I had the same look in my eyes when I knew I was choosing Peyton over my collar.”
“Do you regret it?”
He looks over at me with a hard look. “Not for a single fucking second. I’d spend ten lifetimes in hell if it meant I got to just spend this one lifetime with her and our guys.”
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
DAVIN
The past week has been a fucking blur. Between being arrested by that fucking thirsty ass, power-hungry motherfucker, to being released and told that Jenna was going to get the charges against Brax and Korbin dropped, to seeing Tommy charged and the entire County Sheriff’s office fired for being a part of the whole fucking thing, has been a huge wakeup call. Now that they aren’t confined to the church, we have been able to return to our house and it finally feels right again.
Being here by myself, it felt empty and void of love. Victor, his two sons and their girlfriend have been staying with us while Jenna works on things with the guys. I learned that she is a friend of Zenaya’s and helped her. I also fucking learned her boyfriends are in the damn mob!
If one thing is fucking clear, Zenaya was too much of a fucking sinner to ever be a nun. The girl just wore that fucking costume to try and appease the guilt she felt over the guys getting locked up. Korbin and Brax told me what happened and I’ve felt like a piece of shit ever since. I treated her so fucking badly and made sure to take my anger out on her when we fucked her every night.
We’ve tried calling her and even asked Jenna to try, but she isn’t picking up our calls. I know Brax is blaming himself for dropping the hint to her before she drove away that we are the masked men she has been fucking. A part of me knows she still loves us and will come back, but when?
That is the question that has been driving me insane.
“You look like you sucked a lemon?” I look up to see Dimitri and Trent coming out the back door. “Here.” I mutter my thanks when Trent hands me a beer. Both of them drop into the seats around the table. I try not to be annoyed that they are out here, I wanted some time alone.
“Believe me when I tell you, she will forgive you.” I snap my head toward Dimitri and frown.
“What makes you an expert on the situation?” I hiss. Braxton filled them all in on what we did and I hate that they know.
“The fact we all kidnapped Jenna, tied her up in the dollhouse, wore masks and tried to fuck the intel we needed out of her.” I stare at him in fucking shock while Trent just laughs.
“Yeah, we never wore masks but we sure as hell fucked the anger out of our system when Taylor came back,” Trent adds.
I growl and slouch back in my seat. “Cool, but did any of you make your girls get in a tub filled with pig’s blood, then use it as lube to fuck her?” I throw back at them. Both of them stare at me like I’ve lost my fucking mind. “Exactly,” I mutter as I take a swig of my beer.
“Yeah, well I guess you might want to start praying,” Dimitri says.
“Why?” I ask.
Trent snorts and shakes his head. Dimitri smiles as he answers. “Because that is some fucked up shit and the only one who is gonna be able to help you is the man above, but I don’t like your chances since you defiled one of his subjects and turned her against her faith for dick.”
We are so fucking screwed!
It’s the Fourth of July and the fireworks are due to go off in two minutes. We've been out here in the clearing for two hours and she still hasn’t shown. I’m starting to lose hope the closer the timer gets to ticking down.
“What if she didn’t get the hint?” Korbin asks.
I release a pent up sigh and shake my head. “She’s one of the smartest people we know. She got it and is pissed as hell at us,” I answer.
