“Please don’t…”
“Krista,” Maverick says, leaning back to look at me. “I heard the fear in your voice when he got into that room. I heard you beg him to stop. I heard every second of him raping you while you sobbed… He will fucking die for this, and there is nothing you can say to spare him.”
“Just don’t get yourself put in jail for this,” I say quietly.
“I won’t,” he says, kissing the top of my head. “I promise.”
“Speak up if you need us to stop, okay?” Brady warns.
“Okay,” I whisper.
They roll me back to my belly, and Maverick rubs my back as I cry into my blanket. Brady and Luke are so fucking gentle, it almost makes me forget they look like they cannibalize their enemies for fun. Imagine a six and a half foot tattooed Viking, but make him business casual. My brother looks the same way, but I am short and thick.
When they are done cleaning me, one of them helps me put on clean panties and shorts before Maverick pulls me up to stand. “Thank you for coming,” I say quietly.
“First of all,” Maverick says, lifting my chin. “Keep your head up. Okay? You have nothing to feel ashamed of.”
“Okay,” I say gently.
“Now, it was actually Brady who answered your call. I wasn’t in the room,” he tells me.
“I was afraid you were about to hear me die,” I admit. “I think I’d prefer that over getting raped…” I start to say.
“No, absolutely not. You are not going to sit here and wish you were dead. Fuck that. I will kick your little ass if I ever hear you say that again, Krista Leanne,” Maverick scolds me.
I frown at him, and Brady laughs before he pulls me away and hugs me tightly. “Now you get to chill with us,” he says, handing me off to Luke.
“Until he finds me,” I shrug.
“And he will die,” Luke says, squeezing me.
“I mean, he’s going to either way,” Maverick adds.
“Am I going to their house?” I ask my brother.
“No, I think you three should get out of town for a bit,” he tells me. “Ironcliff Falls has a little retreat going on. Grab a cabin and enjoy the Fourth of July.”
“They stay pretty booked up. We might end up in a tent,” Brady says.
“Nah, we can bring the little camper,” Luke says. “We will have to snuggle up together, but it has a king bed.”
“That’s one way to keep her safe. Just sandwich her between the two of you,” Maverick laughs.
“Uh,” I laugh nervously.
“Don’t worry, Kris. We don’t bite,” Brady says, but then promptly growls and dramatically bites my shoulder.
“You freak,” I laugh, pushing him away. He catches my wrist and pulls me back to his chest so Luke can wrap his arm around me from behind, squishing me between them.
Brady and Luke are devastatingly gorgeous, and I never doubted why Austin hated me being around them. They are always flirty with me and have never hidden that they’d be down to fuck me together. It’s a fantasy that lives rent-free in my head, but I know they won’t do shit after what they walked in on.
“So, let’s get your shit together, and we can go,” Maverick says.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner that he was hurting me,” I say.
“I knew he treated you like shit, but I didn’t know he was putting his hands on you. Truthfully, we were planning to show up tomorrow and take you anyway.”
“Wait. Really?” I ask.
