Contents

Author’s Note
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Acknowledgments
About the Author
Also by Dana Isaly
 SCARS
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This book is dedicated to myself ten years ago, writing smut in
secret, not realizing there was a whole genre for this shit. Look
at yourself now, girl.
Also, if you’re a family member of mine, put this book down
immediately. This one is not for you. Please. I beg you. Put. It.
Down.
A short note to make you aware of any triggers this book may
have for you. There is a lot of swearing, quite a bit of violence,
and a lot of sex. There is a scene that depicts sexual assault.
 SCARLET

It was called Hell House for a reason. An entire family was

supposedly murdered within its walls like our own version of
The Amityville Horror. I honestly had no idea if that was true.
I wasn’t there for the ghosts; I was there for the party. People
brought generators and enough alcohol and drugs to take care
of an entire town.
Not that I would ever partake in the hard shit. I might look
rough, but I was not about to catch a charge for a night of fun.
Weed was as far as I’d take it.
I threw the joint on the ground and crushed it under my
black Doc Martens. Blowing out the last of the smoke into the
cold air, I smiled at the raging house party going on in front of
me. People were spilling out onto the front yard, stumbling
and yelling, some practically fucking through their clothes.
“I heard they’re coming tonight,” Kenna said next to me.
“You think they’re coming all the way on this side of the
city just for a shitty little house party?” I raised one dark brow
at her and shook my head. “Ei căcat.” Sometimes I just
preferred swearing in Romanian. It rolled off my tongue with
more of a bite than English did.
She took a drink from her beer and shrugged. “Rumor is
they’ve got some business to take care of.”
A little thrill went through me at the thought of what
violence that promised. If they had business to take care of,
that probably meant they would be beating the ever-living shit
out of some poor soul who had crossed them.
“Well, that would definitely make for a fun night.”
Kenna laughed and downed the rest of her beer. “You’re a
sick fuck, Scarlet.”
I shrugged. “Growing up the way I did, you get used to
that kind of violence.”
 She side-eyed me but didn’t ask the questions she was
always dying to. Kenna and I had been friends for about a
year, but she didn’t know anything about my past other than it
wasn’t your regular run-of-the-mill childhood. And I intended
to keep it that way. Keep her clueless, keep her safe.
“Look, this is my one night off this week,” I said, slinging
my arm around her shoulders. “Can we please go back inside,
get absolutely shitfaced, and find some poor unsuspecting men
or women to grind on?”
She smiled, and her brown eyes lit up. Her hand grasped
mine on her shoulder, making my rings dig into my fingers
painfully, but I squeezed back.
We made our way across the lawn, dodging the drunk and
disorderly. Kenna’s arm slinked around my waist, and our hips
swayed in time with each other as we made our way inside.
“Bodies” by Drowning Pool started up as we made our way to
what used to be a massive dining room. A mosh pit was
quickly forming in the middle of it, and I pulled Kenna along
with me right into the center.
One of the perks of being short was that I could usually
push my way through the crowds with my lower center of
gravity and not be pushed to the floor. When we found our
way to the dead center, we were in a tangle of fists, arms, and
torsos. I screamed the lyrics, throwing my own body around
like I was a doll, my black hair whipping my face.
This was the reason I was wearing jeans and not a dress.
You didn’t wear skimpy clothing when you were going to be
in the middle of a mosh pit with thirty other people. Kenna’s
face was red and hot with exertion when I looked over at her,
where she was grinding on some metalhead behind her. Her
dark hair fell in wild tangles around her tattooed shoulders.
His fingertips dug into her waist as they moved together. I
licked my lips.
I grabbed her face and brought my mouth to her ear.
“You beautiful bitch!” I heard her laugh, and I caught it
with my mouth, our lips meeting with bruising force. We
broke apart, and I screamed the song with the rest of the crowd
into the air.
After the song had ended, my voice was raw, and my body
was well and truly bruised. I had never felt more alive. Kenna
dismissed the guy with a wave of her hand, and I smiled as she
pulled me close. Sometimes I was seriously in awe of how
lucky I was to have stumbled across her.
“Let’s go get a drink. If I stay in here much longer, I’m
going home with broken bones. These assholes are crazy.” I
took her hand, and we made our way to the old kitchen. The
music was still blasting, but it was a bit quieter on that side of
the house. A few people were making out in the dark corners,
but mostly everyone was just drinking and talking. Kenna sank
to the floor and dug through the bottom shelves. Then half of
her body suddenly disappeared under the counter.
“The fuck are you doing?”
“Last time we were here,” she said, her voice muffled, “I
broke through one of these to hide a bottle of—” She popped
out, bottle in hand. “—whiskey!” She cracked it open and took
a long swig before handing it over to me. The familiar burn
comforted my already sore body. We both jumped up on the
counter, drinking in silence and watching the couple in the
corner.
“Think they’ll just fuck right there against the wall?”
Kenna licked the drop of alcohol off her bottom lip, and I
could feel my stomach tighten at the gesture. I peeled my eyes
off her mouth and looked at the couple in the corner. The guy
had the girl pressed up against the wall, her legs around his
waist. Her dress was completely up around her hips. “I
wouldn’t fuck anyone in this house even if you paid me. This
place is disgusting.”
“Don’t be such a snob. Sometimes it’s nice to get a little
dirty.” I wagged my eyebrows at her, and she just rolled her
eyes.
“Scarlet, you fuck anything that moves. I wouldn’t be
surprised to find you up against one of these walls one day.”
Any other person may have taken offense at Kenna’s words,
but she wasn’t wrong. Ever since I was a kid, I knew I thought
both boys and girls were cute. And growing up in the type of
family I did, you learned to get your rocks off while you still
could, with who you could. I never knew what day would be
my last. I instinctively reached up and tapped my fingers
against the jagged scar along my jaw.
Before I could come back with a snarky remark, a
commotion broke out in the front of the house. Kenna’s hand
flew to my thigh, and I tried to fight against what that did to
my body. This woman was going to be the death of me. Kenna
was so straight she might as well have been a ruler. No matter
how badly I wanted to convince her into experimenting, I
wouldn’t ever push her to do something she wasn’t
comfortable with. I was content just being her friend with a
few stolen kisses here and there.
But that didn’t mean my body listened.
“I’m sure it’s nothing, Kenna,” I said, taking her hand off
my thigh. “Just chill here. I’ll go check it out.”
“You are so not leaving me alone in this dingy-ass kitchen,
Scarlet.”
I rolled my eyes as she hopped off the counter and
followed me out. The whole place was horribly lit, seeing as
the generators could only do so much for a house this big. We
snuck through the hallways, pushing up against the walls and
out of the way of everyone going the exact opposite way we
were. The exact opposite way of where the commotion was.
That was exciting.
“Do you think they’re here? Who do you think they’re
coming for?” Kenna’s voice was a whisper, and I could barely
make it out under all the noise.
“Some sorry ass that wronged them, their business, or
someone that has paid them…handsomely.” Kenna’s hand
found mine again and squeezed against the metal covering
mine. “It’ll be fine, Kenna. They aren’t coming for us.” I
turned back to her, stopping next to the stairs. “Unless you
have some sort of underground drug cartel you’re part of that I
don’t know about?”
She gave me a quick shove, and I laughed but kept us
moving through the house. Everyone was either pushing past
us to get out of the way or crowding around what used to be
the dance floor just a few moments ago. I walked up to the
first guy in the crowd that I saw and tapped him on the back.
“Help a girl out?” I asked, gesturing for him to give me a
boost. He gave me a stupid crooked grin.
“Anything for you, baby.”
I smiled, holding back my gag reflex. I hated being called
baby. I was not a child. He held his hands out in a little cup
shape, and I thanked whatever gods there were that I used to
be a cheerleader and knew how to hoist myself up. My heavy
boot landed in his hands, and I swung my other leg up and
over his shoulder.
Next to me, Kenna got in a similar position on another guy.
The room had completely cleared out except for them. The
Triad. There they were in all their muscled, tattooed glory,
stalking around, waiting for someone to turn the music off.
Their leader—I didn’t know any of their names—sat against a
windowsill, twisting the rings on his fingers. His hair was
bleach blond, almost white. One bulky East Asian with his
long, silky hair pulled into a knot on his head stood next to
Blondie with his arms crossed. The brunet with the nose ring
paced in a circle like he had better places to be, his heavy
boots clumping across the wooden floor.
“Fuck me, they’re beautiful,” Kenna whispered over to me.
I rolled my eyes. She wasn’t wrong. But I had grown up with
this brand of asshole.
“Don’t drool on that poor man’s head, Ken.” I winked at
her, and the guy below her looked up like he was actually
worried she was drooling over these idiots.
The music cut off, and the entire house went quiet. The
guy that was pacing came to a stop, and all attention landed on
Blondie as he stood up and made his way to the center of the
circle we had all formed.
“We’re looking for someone we think is here tonight. If
anyone knows them, we expect you to give us information.
We’ll pay you handsomely.” God, his voice was rough as
gravel. I was sucked in against my will. I couldn’t take my
eyes off of the way his muscles moved under the idiotically
tight black tee he was wearing. “If you’re here, princess,” he
said, pausing to look around the room, “we would appreciate
you coming forward without any trouble.”
Kenna and I looked at each other.
“They’re here for a girl?” she mouthed at me. My stomach
dropped. It couldn’t be.
“But we do like a good chase,” Man Bun mumbled under
his breath. My own breath was coming in and out too quickly.
I could feel the color draining from my face.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
“Miss Scarlet,” he started to say. But before my name was
out of his mouth, I had pulled myself free from dude’s
shoulders and fallen straight onto the floor. The wind was
knocked out of my lungs, but I knew I had to go. Kenna
jumped onto the ground.
“Are you okay?” she asked just a little too loudly.
“There she is,” I heard one of the guys singsong. I grabbed
Kenna’s hand.
“Fucking run, Kenna,” I said and pulled her along behind
me. I felt the sea of people behind us part, but I was already
out the door. I pulled the knife out of my back pocket and
flicked it open. Running with sharp objects wasn’t smart. But
when you had three reapers trailing you, and quickly, it was a
risk one had to take.
We made it out onto the front lawn, and I pulled her to the
right and aimed for the woods. If we could just get far enough
in, we could lose them.
 “What the fucking fuck, Scarlet! Do you have a bounty on
your head or something?” Kenna whispered through gritted
teeth. Our breaths were coming fast and short. The boots I had
chosen were not great for running. I was essentially running
with cinder blocks on.
“Long story. Tell you once we get out of this alive, yeah?”
She nodded in agreement.
I could feel them gaining on us. Not surprising seeing as I
was all of five feet on a good day and they were all well over
six feet and trained killing machines.
“No sense in running, precious!” one of them said way too
close to my ear. He wasn’t even out of breath. Adrenaline
kicked in, and I pushed with all my might. I swung my arm
out, trying to slice him with the knife to slow him down. “That
wasn’t very nice!” I laughed, but he wasn’t deterred. He
reached out and grabbed my arm, twisting it painfully until I
dropped the knife and went down with it. “Got ya!”
He grabbed the back of my flimsy tank, and I felt it rip on
the way down. Fuck, that was one of my favorite tops.
Piercing guy was readily on top of me, my arms behind my
back. I looked up and saw Man Bun on top of Kenna and
heard her whimpering. I fought against the hold on me.
“Let her go. She has nothing to do with this.”
I heard leaves crunching, and then suddenly Blondie was
crouching down in front of me. He grabbed my jaw, much
harder than was necessary. That was definitely going to bruise.
“Yeah, you look like her alright. Scar and everything.”
“Because I am her, asshole. Let my friend go. She has
nothing to do with my family.”
He shrugged and looked behind himself at Man Bun. He
nodded towards him, and he got off Kenna. Relief flooded my
system.
“Kenna, go,” I grunted. “O să fiu bine.” I had taught her
some Romanian. It made it easier to talk when we were in
public seeing as no one ever understood it.
 “But—” she started to protest, but Blondie cut her off.
“Pleacă sau vei fi ucisă, Kenna.” I could almost feel him
smile as he said it. My stomach dropped. They were most
definitely sent by my family if he could speak and understand
Romanian.
She looked at me briefly, tears filling up her eyes. But I
nodded my head once, and she took off back towards the
house.
“Alright, fuckers,” I said now that it was just the four of
us. “What’s next?”
 SCARLET

“Alright, love. Are you going to come kindly, or are we going

to fight all the way back to the car?”
I looked up into Blondie’s face and smiled before spitting
right in between his very green eyes. I laughed and then was
hauled up onto my feet in one swift pull. My shoulders
screamed, and I was very proud that I didn’t.
“That’s quite a mouth you’ve got on you, little one.”
I pulled at my arms again, trying to get the blood moving
in them, but it just made the one behind me pull me tighter
against him. The sheer amount of muscle this guy had was
infuriating.
“How much are they paying you?” Blondie wiped my spit
off his face with the bottom of his shirt, and Jesus wept. His
entire stomach was covered in dark, intricate tattoos that
moved across his hips and dipped down over that delicious vee
and into his jeans. When I looked back up at his face, he held
my stare with a smirk. Not ashamed of finding an attractive
man attractive, I held his gaze with my own smile. It’s not like
I’d have to deal with them much longer. I was not going to be
handed over like a prized cow. I just had to figure out how to
get away first.
“Nothing yet, princess.” That caught me off guard, and my
face instantly betrayed my confusion. “Not what you were
expecting? We’re full of surprises.” Dude behind me zip-tied
my wrists, gently I noticed, as I stood there in a stare-off with
Blondie. “Seb,” he said with a grin. “You want the honors,
seeing as she drew blood?”
I looked down at his arm and saw I had cut him pretty
good. Blood was dripping down the outside of his forearm and
down his fingers. I snorted and looked back at him.
“Oops.”
 His dark eyes lit up with amusement as he laughed at me.
Okay, maybe these guys were full of surprises. That was not
the reaction I was expecting either. His bloody hand reached
up and marked my cheek. I fought against the warring feelings
that caused. I couldn’t decide if I was revolted that some
stranger’s blood was suddenly smeared across my cheek or if I
was turned on.
Yeah, I was fucked-up. And he saw it. Those dark eyes
held mine for just a moment too long.
“Let’s go, little one.” He bent over and threw me over his
shoulder like a sack of potatoes, making my face bounce off
his hip. Then he swatted my ass. Hard.
“Motherfucker,” I swore against the sharp pain in my nose.
“Motherfucker sounds so sweet coming out of your mouth,
but my name is Sebastian, sweetheart.” I grunted as we started
walking back towards the house.
“And Man Bun and Blondie back there?” I couldn’t see
them from my current position, but I could hear them
mumbling to each other.
“Elliot and Tristan. Respectively.”
“What a delight it is to meet you all.” Sebastian laughed
again, and it vibrated through me. “Where are we going? If my
family isn’t paying you to get me, then why are you here?”
“You ask a lot of questions for someone in your position,”
one of the boys behind us said. Someone was grumpy.
“You’ll have to excuse Elliot, darling. He’s always been a
little moody.” Elliot scoffed, and Tristan walked up closer to
me so that I could turn my head and look up at him. The blood
was rushing to my head, and that mixed with the alcohol was
already giving me a headache. “You see, Scarlet, when we got
word that you were hiding out in our city, we thought it might
be smart to capitalize on the opportunity.”
The motion of my head bobbing and my body moving with
Sebastian’s steps was going to make me sick. I looked back
down at the ground and closed my eyes.
 “So, you haven’t spoken to my family? They don’t know
where I am?”
“Not yet. But we’ve heard they’ve been looking for you.
You’ve been in hiding for quite a while, haven’t you?
Disappeared on your twenty-first birthday and you’re, what?
Twenty-three now?”
“Twenty-four.”
“You had a good run. But I would prefer you not be found
in our city. It could look like we’re harboring a fugitive and
cause an all-out gang war between us and your family. So we
are going to happily turn you over. And I’m betting they’ll be
willing to pay good money for you.”
“Oh, I’m sure they will. Either that or they’ll just have you
off me yourself.” Sebastian stopped and dropped me to my
feet. I swayed a moment before catching my balance. We
weren’t back in front of the house. We were on the old dirt
road that led to it. They had pulled over and hidden the idling
car among the trees.
Sebastian opened the back door and easily picked me up
and put me on the seat. There was an older man sitting in the
driver’s seat, staring straight ahead like he wasn’t allowed to
look at me.
“Scoot to the middle for me, love.”
“Ugh,” I groaned as I shifted over. “Enough with the little
pet names.”
Sebastian laughed and took off his shirt to wrap his
forearm as he slid into the car. Fuck me, this was going to be a
long ride if I had to sit next to those abs the entire time.
Elliot, the grump, opened the other door and sat on my
other side. Where Sebastian let our bodies touch and sat a little
too close for comfort, Elliot made sure his body was pressed
firmly against the door instead. Once Tristan was in the front
seat, we were off.
I shifted my attention over to Sebastian since he seemed to
be the nicest of the group—and not hard to look at in his
current state of undress. He looked down at me and grinned,
throwing his arm around the seat behind me. His fingers found
strands of my hair, and he twisted them over and over.
“Yes, love?”
I rolled my eyes. “Can you tell me where we are going?”
“He cannot,” Elliot grunted.
“I didn’t ask you, big boy. I asked Sebastian. Don’t speak
unless spoken to. First rule of good manners.” Suddenly my
entire throat was wrapped in his hand, tightly. He gripped it
and dug his fingers into my neck, and the immediate pain and
lack of oxygen made my eyes water.
“Listen here, little girl. I eat bitches like you for breakfast.
Shut the fuck up and sit there like the pretty little princess you
are.” He let go and pushed me back. I fell into Sebastian, and
his arm landed around my shoulders and stayed there.
“If you wanted to get me in bed, Man Bun, all you had to
do was ask. I like it a bit rough” I rolled my neck as Elliot
swore under his breath and turned his stare out the window,
sinking further into the door than I thought was possible.
Sebastian’s hand came around my throat, and I froze, thinking
he was going to bruise it even further.
“Are you alright, little one?” he murmured into my ear so
only I could hear. Yea, Sebastian was definitely the cinnamon
roll of the group. He gently traced his fingertips over my skin,
and I cursed myself for the gooseflesh that it caused. My
piece-of-shit body was constantly acting up when I didn’t need
it to be. I squeezed my thighs together and prayed he didn’t
notice.
I nodded once, afraid of what my voice might sound like if
I spoke. His fingers dipped lower onto my collarbone and
traced the dark outlines of my chest tattoo. And then lower.
“Seb, quit playing with the new toy, please.” Tristan’s
voice was like a bucket of cold water. I had literally just been
kidnapped. And here I was like a bitch in heat from a few soft
touches on my bruised neck.
“But she’s so feisty, and her body responds so nicely,”
Sebastian said into my hair. “Look at that blush.”
 “Regardless, hands off.” Tristan’s face was like stone.
“She’s off-limits.”
“If you’re worried about damaged goods, I can assure you
that ship sailed quite a long time ago.”
Tristan just looked at me and then turned back around.
“We’re taking you to one of our safe houses,” Sebastian
said as he took his arm off my shoulders.
“What the fuck, Seb!” Elliot whipped his face around. His
expression was almost cartoonish in his anger. I expected his
head to explode any second.
“Oh, please, Elliot. Me telling her we are taking her to a
safe house tells her literally nothing. We’re blindfolding her
once we get on the main road.”
“Stop bickering like a married couple or I will separate
you,” Tristan sang from the front seat.
“Well, alright then. Can we at least stop and get some food
on the way there? I’m dealing with a belly full of liquor and
not much else, fellas. A girl’s got to eat.”
Tristan sighed and laid his head back against the headrest.
He and the other two boys discussed food options like I wasn’t
there. By the time we had made it to the main highway, Tristan
produced a blindfold that Sebastian wrapped around my eyes.
“Can you see anything, pet?”
I groaned. This boy and his little names. “Nope. All dark,
no stars, sunshine.”
His low laughter vibrated through me in a way I was not
mentally okay with.
“Alright, let’s get you home and get you some food, then.”
He kissed my cheek.
I figured I had pushed them all enough for the duration of
the car ride and sat in silence. And listened. I listened to them
talk about food, about the party, the vague details of their day
tomorrow, and what they were going to do with me. Because
growing up in a family like mine, you learned to always be
listening. The smallest details could come to be the most
important ones later on.
And if I was going to escape these three so that I could get
away from my family again, every little detail mattered.
 SCARLET

I fell asleep at some point because I woke up to being

forcefully pushed off a shoulder as I fell into another one. And
when I opened my eyes, I could see. Thankfully, the blindfold
had been removed. I sat up and looked around. We were
pulling into a long gravel driveway that was surrounded on
both sides by heavy forest.
“You snore,” Elliot said.
I whipped my head around to him. “I do not. And you
didn’t have to shove me off of you so violently.”
He gave me a smirk.
“Yes, you do,” Tristan chimed in from the front seat, still
texting away on his phone.
“It’s okay, precious. Something so loud coming out of
something so little was absolutely adorable.” I moved like I
was going to flip Sebastian off, but the sharp sting of muscles
that had been bound for too long reminded me of my current
state.
“I don’t have any weapons. Can we please cut these
fucking things off of my wrists before I lose my hands?”
We pulled up to a wrought iron gate, and the old man
rolled down the window and spoke to someone on the other
side of the speaker.
“Go ahead, Seb.” Tristan caught my eye in the rearview
mirror and winked. “She’s been a good girl.” I stuck my
tongue out at him, the worst gesture I could do with my hands
still tied behind my back. “Be careful, Scarlet. Stick your
tongue out again and I might be inclined to find something it
can lick. Especially with that tongue piercing. What a nice
little surprise that is.”
I clamped my mouth shut so tightly I tasted blood. The
gates opened, and we started moving further down the road.
 “Fuck you. I would bite your dick off if you put it
anywhere near my mouth.”
Sebastian cut my hands free, and I slowly massaged my
arms to get the blood moving. Fuck, that was painful. Tristan
ran a hand through his blond hair and laughed.
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep.”
I rolled my eyes at him and bit back another snarky
remark. I needed them to trust me, not hate me.
I watched as the safe house came into view. It was still
pitch-black outside, so I didn’t think we had been traveling for
very long. A mansion that could have belonged in something
like Pride and Prejudice rolled into view. Don’t get me wrong,
my family was wealthy, very wealthy, so I was always in
mansions and penthouses. The rich and their desire to show
everyone their wealth was a universal trend.
But I didn’t think a safe house would be so lavish. And I
definitely didn’t think I would be afforded any type of comfort
like this.
“Christ,” I breathed, not really talking to any of them.
“Just wait until you see your room, little one,” Sebastian
murmured into my ear. This guy had no idea what personal
space was.
“Although I am reconsidering how close we put you to all
of us after hearing you snore like a chainsaw for the past
hour.” With my hands free, I was able to smile and flip Tristan
off with both hands, but he just grinned.
“I don’t snore,” I mumbled.
We pulled to a stop in front of the house, and everyone
climbed out, but I just sat there and looked up at the building.
Sebastian smiled when he realized I wasn’t moving and leaned
back in through the door. He licked his lips and looked me up
and down. My entire body heated under his gaze. It had been
way too long since I’d gotten laid if my kidnapper was turning
me on this much.
 “You want me to throw you over my shoulder again,
love?” God, he was too beautiful for his own good. And that
Yorkshire accent was just about to do me in. My eyes traced
down over his cheekbones and across the stubble forming on
his jaw. I gave myself a mental kick and met his eyes again.
His were filled with pure mischief.
“No, thank you. I can walk perfectly fine.” I jumped out of
the SUV and landed painfully on my feet. I was going to have
so many blisters from running in brand-new boots.
“Seb, Elliot, go check the perimeter, and when you come
inside, I want every exit personally checked by you both. It’s
been too long since the meatheads we have running this place
have had such an important visitor.”
Sebastian groaned. “But I wanted to be the one to show
our pet her room!” he whined. He let out a curse when Elliot
grabbed him by the back of the neck like a dog grabbing her
pup. Sebastian’s face shifted, and holy shit, I had never felt so
much aggression roll off someone. Suddenly, the cinnamon
roll was gone, and in its place was a predator. “Get your hands
off of me, Elliot, or I will cause a scene in front of the lady.”
Elliot rolled his eyes and gave him a push towards the side
of the house.
A low growl made its way out of Sebastian’s chest as he
stalked over to me and grabbed my face in his hands. He
squeezed me just a little too tight, and my body froze. I could
feel him barely containing his anger. He licked my bottom lip,
and my insides turned to jelly. I tried to pull back from him,
but he held me too tightly.
“I’ll come give you a tour tomorrow, pet,” he said onto my
mouth before letting go and stalking off in the other direction.
My eyes closed, and I took a deep breath to get ahold of
myself as he walked away. My body really needed to stop
responding to violence this way.
“Report to me when you’re done!” Tristan yelled after
them, and Elliot raised his arm in confirmation.
 I started shivering and bouncing on my toes. It was too
fucking cold to just be standing around outside making small
talk. Tristan looked at me, then down at my chest that was
probably pushed up nicely by my crossed arms, and then back
to my face. I couldn’t see his facial expression well in the dim
light, but I could feel the mood shift in him.
“Can we go inside, please?” I asked, trying to change the
subject and get us moving. “I’m still in a ripped flimsy piece
of fabric here.” He gave a short laugh and motioned for me to
follow him. He shoved his phone in the back pocket of his
jeans and unlocked the front doors.
“No butlers?” I asked, making sure he could hear the
sarcasm dripping off my mouth.
“It’s three in the morning, Scarlet. What kind of employer
would I be if I made my butler stay up this late just to let us
inside?”
“A heartless gangster that kidnaps innocent women?”
All I got was an eye roll in response. He was harder to rile
up than Elliot. I would just have to try harder in the future.
When we walked inside, I was greeted by sweet, sweet
warmth. Even for such a big house, it was nice and toasty
inside. The front doors opened into a large foyer with double
staircases. To the left looked like some sort of sitting room.
The remnants of a fire still glowed. The other doors I could see
were all shut. He threw his keys down on the stand next to the
wall to our right and then stepped out of his boots.
“Shoes off,” he said, pointing at my boots.
Holding my shirt to the front of me as I bent over, I
unlaced them and slipped them off. I picked them up to take
them upstairs with me, but he shook his head.
“These cost more money than I had to spend, asshole. I’m
not leaving them lying around in a strange house.”
“Scarlet, seriously. We are holding you for ransom and you
think we are going to fuck with your shoes?” I shrugged and
hugged them tighter to my chest. He sighed. “Fine. But don’t
let any dirt fall off of them and onto the carpet. It’s new.”
 I followed him up the stairs, and he veered off to the right.
We walked down too many hallways before getting to the
room that was supposed to be mine. I was going to have to get
out of there and explore if I was ever going to learn my way
around and get the hell out of this place.
“We are all on this floor, on this hallway actually, and one
of us will always be here.” I knew a threat when I heard one,
even if it was said with some politeness.
He opened the heavy wooden door and walked in first,
flipping the lights on and checking in the closets, under the
bed, and behind the curtains. He moved into the attached
bathroom as I walked into the bedroom. All of the windows
were covered in thick, velvet curtains, and the room had been
painted black. The rest of the room was minimal, with exposed
wood and some plants dotted around the room.
It was surprisingly cozy. I had expected a dark and drafty
room with not much comfort, but that massive bed was calling
my name like a siren song.
Tristan walked out of the bathroom.
“You reek of weed and alcohol. Take a shower before
getting into bed. The guys decided while you were asleep that
we would just make pizza here. I’ll bring you some so that you
can eat before you go to sleep. All of your clothes are here,
and everything you need should already be stocked in the
bathroom. If there’s anything you find to be lacking, let one of
us know and the housekeeper will make sure it’s there
tomorrow.”
“Excuse me?” I said. “All of my clothes are here?”
He smiled, and those green eyes lit up. “Indeed they are,
poppet. Went and got them myself before we came to get you
at the party. I think this room should serve as an upgrade to the
hovel you were living in.” And with that, he left me alone. I
didn’t hear him lock the door, so I must have been allowed to
move around the house as much as I wanted. For now.
I walked over and opened the closet. Sure enough, all my
clothes were there. All of my shoes were organized on the
floor, and all of my clothes were hung up. I opened the chest
of drawers, and all of my bras and underwear were in there.
Lovely. They had gone through my entire room. I made a
mental note to lose my shit on them about that later.
The bathroom was all black and wood as well. The shower
was huge and had jets coming out on all sides. It was literally
the best shower of my entire life. If it wasn’t for the whole
being held against my will thing, I could’ve easily gotten used
to this type of life. When I dried off, I threw on an oversized
shirt and gently ran a comb through my hair.
God, I looked rough. I had a handprint on my throat,
scrapes across my face from where I fell, and red rings around
my wrists. My blue eyes looked bloodshot and beyond tired.
Although, considering it was well past three in the morning, I
wasn’t surprised.
“You’re going to have to wear clothes around the house.” I
jumped and whacked my hip against the vanity.
“Fuck’s sake. You need a damn bell around your neck.” I
rubbed my hip bone. “Another bruise to add to the list.”
Tristan ignored me and sat the tray of pizza down on the
bed and licked my legs with his gaze. “You can’t walk around
wearing a shirt and nothing else in a house full of men.
Especially a house with Sebastian in it. He will lose his shit.”
He stalked towards me, and I backed up until my back hit the
shower. He just smiled like something I had done was
humorous before digging through the drawers. “Here,” he said.
“Give me your wrists.”
I stepped closer and reluctantly gave him my hands. His
tattooed fingers rubbed the cream into my sore skin. The relief
was instant. I didn’t realize how badly they had been stinging
until then. His hand then found my chin and pushed it up to
expose my neck. Out of habit, I pushed my chin back down,
conscious of the jagged scar there. I hated that I was self-
conscious of it. It was proof I had survived, but it was also a
link to my past. And it reminded me of it every time I saw it.
“Fine,” he sighed and sat the cream down on the sink. “Put
that on your neck. It’ll help with the pain.”
 “Thanks.”
“Get a good night’s sleep, Scarlet.” I followed him out and
watched him go. Well, I watched his ass go. “Oh, and there’s a
fan for noise in the back of the closet. We knew you wouldn’t
be able to sleep without it.” I shot my eyes up to his face,
hoping he hadn’t caught me gawking. I felt my cheeks flush.
He just winked and shut the door behind him. And then I
heard the lock click. I figured that was coming.
After I ate every single slice of pizza he brought me and
drank the entire bottle of water, I found the fan and turned it
on. I really didn’t want to know how they knew that little fun
fact about me. I had never been able to sleep in silence. Ever
since I was a little girl, I had slept with a fan to help drown out
the noise of my parents fighting, and it was a habit that had
followed me into adulthood.
Lying down on the bed, I passed out before my head even
hit the pillow.
 SCARLET

The dreams were back. Scratch that. The nightmares were

back. I really shouldn’t have been surprised seeing as I had
been safe for three years and was then suddenly thrown right
back into the world that I’d run from. Right back into the
world where someone tried to kill me.
In my family, when you turned twenty-one, you inherited
your money. Your trust fund, if you will. And not only did you
get your trust fund, you started to get jobs. Don’t get me
wrong, you learned at a young age what it was to be a part of
an organized crime family. You learned that violence was
always the answer. You learned to keep your mouth shut. And
you learned to cover up your illegal money with legal
businesses.
But when you turned twenty-one, the responsibilities
kicked in. You got your own business to run, your own stocks
to take care of, and you were let in to the world in a way you
hadn’t been allowed to be previously. At least that’s how it
was with the Dalcas. My fucked-up family. And on the night
of my twenty-first birthday, someone tried to kill me. But the
thing is, it wasn’t some outside attack like we were always
expecting, always waiting for. This one had to be an inside job
because it happened in my own damn house.
My family’s mansion. The mansion that was heavily
guarded at all times by men with assault rifles, years of
training, and a supposed loyalty to the Dalca family. But
whoever it was that snuck into my room that night was met
with a woman who had been trained just as hard as the men. I
fought that asshole the entire time. But when I felt the blade
slice across my throat, I swore that was going to be the end.
I could still remember the feeling of blood oozing over my
fingers as I fell to my bedroom floor. I figured I would lie
there and bleed out, or he’d finish the job quickly to shut me
up. But he knelt beside me and looked me in the eyes. God, I
would never forget his eyes. His entire face was covered in a
ski mask, but those fucking eyes stared me down.
“I think I’d like to sample the goods before your body gets
cold,” they said in a whisper. “And scream all you want, baby.
No one is here to save you. I like it when my women fight
me.”
Adrenaline flooded my body as he grabbed onto my
pajama shorts and ripped them off my body in one hard tug
that burned my skin. My jaw bled freely as I used every ounce
of strength I had left to fight him off. He underestimated how
small I was, and I was able to turn over in his grasp and get a
good right hook in. He stumbled back just enough that I freed
a leg and kicked him hard in the crotch.
He doubled over on the carpet, and I ran to my window,
my hands shaking from a fear I had never felt before. Hot tears
were falling down my cheeks, mixing with the blood on my
neck. I had screamed plenty in those few minutes we were
fighting, and no one had come running. I was unguarded. I had
to get out.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, come on!” Finally, I got the window
unlocked and climbed out of it, holding on to the ledge with
my hands and stretching my body out to lessen the fall from
the second story. I landed in the bushes and rolled to the cold
ground. The wind was knocked out of me, and my entire body
was screaming from the impact. But I knew I had to get to the
garage and get a car and get the fuck out of that house.
I ran through the slick grass, half-naked and barefoot. I
couldn’t stop crying, but I also couldn’t stop running. There
was no room for weakness in this world, and I was losing too
much blood. I needed to get a car and get to a hospital and
then get the hell out of this city before they could find me and
finish the job. I took the first car I could find the keys to and
sped the entire way to the hospital, crying and clutching my
neck.
“Stay alive, bitch. Stay alive.” I blasted the music and had
the air on cold, full blast. I just had to make it to the hospital.
When I finally arrived, I stumbled in through the emergency
room and left the car in the garage. My family was so wealthy,
they wouldn’t even miss it. I stole some clothes from the lost
and found and snuck out once the doctors had stitched me up.
If I had stayed any longer, someone would’ve reported the
incident, and they could’ve found me.
Never leave a trail. The family motto. So I snuck out into
the night and made a plan.
I had made it for three years. Three whole years of
working four different jobs just to survive. Three years of
living in shitty apartments with shittier roommates. But at least
it was my life I had made for myself, and no one was lurking
in the corners trying to kill me. Three whole years of pure and
blissful peace.
So when I woke up in the unfamiliar mansion, throat raw
from screaming, and violently punching what felt like a brick
wall, I was instantly transported back there. Back to that night
with a man on top of me, ripping my pants off.
“Scarlet Izabela Dulca! Wake the fuck up!”
My eyes flew open and met angry dark ones. Sebastian. He
was on top of my hips, his hands trying to hold my arms to the
mattress, and his hair was mussed from sleep. And probably
from fighting me.
“Get the fuck off of me!” I shouted loud enough to wake
the dead. Sebastian’s hands flew up in surrender as he rolled
off me and sat on the other side of the bed. I was trying to get
my breathing under control because I was going to
hyperventilate if I didn’t calm the fuck down. My entire body
was frozen in place. I had to tell myself I was fine. There was
no one trying to rape me. There was no one trying to kill me.
“Pet?” Sebastian’s voice was a little more than a whisper.
He reached out slowly to place his hand in mine. I squeezed it
so hard I thought I might break his bones, but he didn’t even
flinch.
“I’m sorry if I punched you,” I said through gritted teeth.
“You didn’t deserve it this time.”
 He laughed and lay down next to me, still letting me crush
his hand. The mattress shifted as he curled up next to me, his
bare chest brushing against my arm before tossing one of his
legs over mine. The pressure across my body was calming.
“It’s okay. Little pain never hurt anyone.”
I felt his smile even though I couldn’t bring myself to look
at him just yet. I had worked so hard to not be afraid of my
nightmares, to not be ashamed of what happened to me. His
other hand came up to my face and he trailed his finger lightly
over the scar. I flinched but let him continue. “Who did that to
you, little one?”
“Someone that definitely didn’t get what they deserved.”
“Mm,” he murmured, taking my jaw in his hand and
running his thumb along the jagged line instead. He nuzzled
his face into my hair. “I can remedy that.” I took a deep breath.
“Do you want to hear what I would do to them, princess?”
Before I could stop myself, I gave a slight nod. Despite
myself, I was curious as to what his particular brand of torture
would be.
“Yes,” I whispered.
“I would cut off each and every finger that touched you,
knuckle by knuckle.” His breath was hot against my ear as he
took it between his teeth. “I would string them up and cut them
all over their body just as they cut you. I would cauterize each
wound so that they didn’t bleed out and die too quickly. I like
to play with my food.” I squeezed my thighs together at the
ache growing there. His hand traveled down my throat and
danced along the tattoos across my chest. “I would let you
watch,” he said as he licked my scar.
God, this should really not be doing things to my body.
“I thought Tristan told you I was off-limits,” I said, finally
turning to look at him. His hand stilled, and he looked at me
with a small smile. We were so close, our noses could touch if
either one of us moved the slightest amount. I chewed on my
tongue piercing to keep myself from doing anything stupid.
His hand came back up to rest around my neck, squeezing
gently.
“Tristan doesn’t control me, pet. I always get what I want.”
I was having trouble controlling my breathing. My nipples
were straining against the fabric at my chest, and my core was
pulsing with need. My lips parted slightly as I tried to get
ahold of myself, and he reached out and grabbed my bottom
lip with his teeth. “But not tonight,” he said as he let it pop out
of his mouth.
I looked back up towards the ceiling, breathing heavily. I
knew he could sense how turned on I was. It didn’t take a
genius to see the way my body was responding to his and to
the violence he promised. He kissed the side of my head.
“You can sleep now, little one.” He rolled off the bed and
jumped onto his feet. “Sleep well knowing I will personally
castrate anyone who tries to put their filthy hands on you.”
And with that, he was out the door, locking it quickly behind
him.
I looked at the clock next to the bed. 5:00 a.m. It really
shouldn’t have, but knowing Sebastian was close enough to
hear me have a nightmare calmed my nerves. I ignored the
painful ache between my legs and rolled over, pulling the
covers completely over my head. I really needed to have a
serious discussion with my body. These men had just taken me
from my perfectly safe life not even a few hours ago and
planned to sell me back to the family that made me this way.
And here I was panting like a sex-starved teenager.
I was not brought here for a fuckfest vacation, and I would
not let myself get sucked back into this life. I had to figure out
how to get out of this place before I wound up back in the
hands of someone who wanted me dead. Whoever that was.
I swore and punched the mattress a few times before
rolling back over on my back and running my hands over my
face. I tried to get comfortable and control my breathing.
Count to five on the inhale, count to five on the exhale. I let
my mind go absolutely blank. I didn’t want to lie around and
worry about what was going to happen later that day, later in
the week, whenever it was they were going to sell me off.
And there was no way I would be able to get all the shit
done I needed to running on an hour and a half of sleep. I
needed to be well rested and in my right mind to be able to get
myself out of this situation. I needed to learn my way around
this place, listen in on any and all conversations I could, and
try to get them to trust me.
Them trusting me was going to be paramount to me getting
the fuck out. If they kept me locked up in this room all day,
every day, I would be a sitting duck. I let myself run through
all the possibilities of escape. My mind went over so many
different scenarios I started to lose track. Eventually, my
breathing started to even out, and my eyes drifted shut.
 SCARLET

I stretched my arms above my head and rolled over, coming

face-to-face with blond hair and green eyes.
“Good morning!”
I rolled my eyes and groaned. “You’re far too chipper.
Also, why the fuck are you in my bed?” I ran my hands down
over my face.
“Oh, is Sebastian the only one allowed to grace your bed?”
I turned my face towards him, trying to keep my cheeks from
burning, but his smile told me he saw it anyway. Tristan let out
a deep chuckle and rolled off the bed. “Get dressed.” He had
on a white T-shirt and tight black jeans that hung low on his
hips.
“Casual today?” I asked as I rolled out of bed and went
into the bathroom to brush my teeth.
“It’s just you and me for the rest of the morning,” he called
from the bedroom. “I had to send the boys out on some errands
in the city. Figured I’d give you a tour around the house and
grounds.”
I finished and came out tearing a brush through my hair.
“You’re going to show your prisoner around her prison?” I
searched through the drawers and pulled out a bra, a pair of
panties, and a pair of black ripped jeans.
“You’re such a pessimist.”
I scoffed and turned around to put my bottoms on. He got a
clear view of my ass as I pulled the lacy thong up into place
with a soft snap. But I wasn’t about to go change in the
bathroom when he was the one in my room. The jeans were
my favorite pair and fit over me like a second skin. I walked
over to the closet, keeping my back to him, and tossed the shirt
on the floor while I hooked the bra.
“Is it cold outside?”
 He laughed under his breath and picked the shirt up off the
floor and laid it on the bed. “Yeah, it’s definitely winter in
England, Scarlet. Wear a sweater.”
I threw on a baggy black sweater and went back to the
bathroom to french braid my hair on either side and throw on
some makeup. I knew I wasn’t going to be seeing anyone
except them and maybe the staff, but I was in the habit of
hiding my scar as best as I could. It wasn’t that I was vain, I
just didn’t want to be reminded of my past every time I caught
a glimpse of myself in the mirror.
When I was done, I walked back out into the bedroom, and
he had lain back down on the bed, his feet dangling off at the
knees.
“Can we get some breakfast first? And please tell me you
guys keep coffee in this place?”
He sat up on his elbows and smirked. Fuck, I wanted to
kiss that stupid look off his face.
Smack. I wanted to smack that stupid look off his face.
“Of course we do.” He stood up to his full height and slung
his arm around my shoulders. “Let’s go get our girl some
coffee, shall we?”
The walk to the kitchen was a long one. Tristan said the
original kitchen in the house was converted into a large
commercial-type kitchen for parties and, shockingly, weddings
that they rented the place out for in the spring and summer.
There was a smaller, more modern one a little bit further down
the hall where everyday food was kept. It had large windows
against one wall and french doors in the middle that led out
onto a sprawling patio overlooking the back gardens.
Tristan motioned for me to sit down at the bar and made
his way over to a very fancy-looking coffee maker that I
would have had no idea how to work. I was sure we had one
similar at my old house, but I had grown up being waited on
hand and foot and never needed to work in the kitchen. Yes,
that makes me sound spoiled, but truth is, I was. And when
you grow up like that, you don’t really see anything wrong
with it. Then, when I left and had to make it on my own, I
burnt everything I tried to cook for months before I finally got
the hang of it.
“Cream and sugar or black?” he asked, pulling me out of
my thoughts.
“Black, exactly like my tainted soul, please.”
“Pancakes alright with you?”
I leaned forward on the counter and gave him a look. “You
can cook?”
He rolled his eyes at me and started digging through the
refrigerator. I watched the muscles in his back work as he
lifted all the ingredients out and sat them on the counter.
“We didn’t grow up with a silver spoon in our mouths like
you did, Scarlet. We had to work to get to where we are.”
“Work. Interesting word for blackmail and brute force.”
“Oh, because your family did everything by the book?” I
shrugged. The smell of coffee filled the air, and I turned my
attention back out of the windows while he got to work. After
the pancakes were cooking, he sat a cup of coffee in front of
me and sipped on his own. He had put a ton of sugar and
cream in his own which I scrunched my nose at.
“You completely cover up the taste of the coffee that way,
you know.”
He ignored me. “So,” he said with a pause. I looked up at
him. “What’s the story with the badass scar?”
I sighed and sat my coffee down. I didn’t like talking about
what happened, but part of me wondered if I told them if it
would garner me any sympathy. If they knew what I had gone
through at the hands of my family, would they let me go?
Chances were slim, and I didn’t really want to get into it with
a complete stranger. At least not the part about the attempted
rape. That part would stay with me, for now.
“Someone tried to kill me.”
 He looked at me for a moment before flipping the
pancakes. He turned back to me and crossed his arms, making
the muscles on his tattooed biceps stand out even more.
“When? Who?”
“The night I ran away. And I don’t know.”
He nodded once and then stacked some pancakes on a
plate and sat them down in front of me with some butter and
syrup. They smelled so good my mouth started to water. I
slathered them in butter and syrup before taking a huge bite.
I closed my eyes and sighed at how good they were. I
hadn’t had real, edible, home-cooked food in years. Yes, I did
learn how not to burn my food when I cooked it, but that
didn’t mean it tasted any better. If I didn’t cook, I was getting
takeout. Home-cooked just hit different. A small moan
escaped my lips, and when I opened my eyes, Tristan was
staring at my mouth. I licked my lips.
“What? Do I have syrup on my face?” I asked through a
full mouth. I swallowed and wiped at my face but didn’t feel
anything. He took another drink of coffee and started putting
his own plate together, completely ignoring my question.
Whatever. I went back to shoving bite after bite into my mouth
until they were completely gone and I was pregnant with twin
food babies.
“I’ve never seen someone so small eat so much,” he said
as he downed the rest of his coffee. I shrugged and looked at
him across the counter.
“So, what’s the plan, Tristan? I’m here in this really, really
nice house, you’re cooking me breakfast and taking me on
tours of the grounds. What’s your grand scheme? Where does
selling me back to my family come into play here?”
“That’s on a need-to-know basis, and you, Scarlet, do not
need to know.” He picked our plates up and put them in the
sink.
“You’re such an asshole. I may not need to know, but I
sure as hell would like to. It’s my future, my life. Did you ever
think maybe I left for a damn good reason? Did you ever think
that maybe you’re going to try and sell me back to people who
don’t want me? Or maybe they want me dead? Hell, they may
just tell you to kill me yourself. Then what?”
“Why would your own family want you dead, Scarlet?” He
leaned back against the counter again, arms crossed.
“I don’t know.” I tugged on the ends of my braids and
stared off behind him at nothing, zoning out. “I don’t know
who it was that tried to kill me, but I do know it had to be an
inside job. It was done in my house, in my bedroom, and I
screamed. God, did I scream. But no one came for me.” My
eyes found his. “No one, in a mansion filled with family and
guards, came running to help the supposed heir to the Dalca
throne.”
“Well, someone definitely stands to gain something with
you out of the picture, then.”
“No, shit, Sherlock.”
“Any ideas who that might be?”
“Nope,” I said and sat my empty coffee cup back down.
“And seeing as you three aren’t doing anything to help me—
quite the opposite really—let’s stop shooting the shit and get
this tour over with so I can stop looking at your pretty face.”
And the second that was out of my mouth, I bit down on my
tongue. He smiled wide, showing off those perfectly white
teeth.
“You think I’m pretty, Scarlet? I’m flattered.”
I rolled my eyes and jumped down off the barstool. “Don’t
let it go to your head, pretty boy.” He didn’t move, just kept
staring and smiling at me. “Well? Lead the way,” I said,
gesturing out the door.
He led me to the front of the house, digging out some
heavy coats from the closet and throwing one at me.
“Put that on.” I shoved my arms through it and watched
him dig through the wellies. “Here,” he said as he handed me
some knee-high ones. “These are your size. It’s going to be
muddy out there.” After we had put our boots on, he put on his
own jacket, zipped it up, and then zipped up mine. He pulled
my braids out from the jacket and gave them each a tug. I
grabbed his wrists and pushed him away.
“Do not pull my hair. We are not in primary school, and I
don’t like you.” He laughed and threw his arm around my
shoulders again and led me out through the front door.
“I could pull your hair like we’re in bed,” he said as he
grabbed both braids in one hand and yanked my head back.
His face was inches from mine, and my entire body was
pressed up against the side of his. Heat spread through my
belly.
“I will never go to bed with you,” I said once I could find
my words. One side of his mouth pulled up, and he let go of
my hair. But I couldn’t seem to stop staring at him. His arm
tightened around my shoulders again.
“Keep telling yourself that, Scar,” he said, trailing his
fingers across the scar on my jaw. The new nickname didn’t sit
right.
“Do not call me Scar. I do not need a nickname that
reminds me of the ugly mark on my face.”
His eyebrows pulled together, and he dropped his hand
from my face. “Your scar isn’t ugly, Scarlet. It’s beautiful. It’s
powerful. It’s a mark of survival, not of weakness. So when I
call you Scar, it’s a fucking compliment. Take it as such.”
I opened and shut my mouth a few times, not really
knowing how to respond to that. I had tried for years to not be
ashamed of what had happened to me, but not once had I ever
told myself my scar was beautiful. And neither had anyone
else.
“Let’s go,” he said and started pulling us out to a barn off
the side of the property.
He unlocked and pulled open the heavy doors and walked
over to one of the many quad bikes parked inside. With a turn
of the key, the thing roared to life under him. He patted the
seat as I made my way over to him.
“Do I not get my own?” I said loudly over the noise of the
engine.
 “And give you a chance to run away? Never, princess. Hop
on and hold on.” I sighed but swung my leg over the seat and
scooted up next to him. “Hold on,” he said again as he revved
the engine. I groaned but wrapped my arms around his torso.
His rock-hard torso that I could feel even through the thick
material of his coat. He reached back and grabbed my hips,
pulling me flush against him.
“Much better.”
The ghosts of his fingertips lingered on my hips as I held
on tighter than I needed to.
Yeah, I thought as we pulled out of the barn, this was
going to be a very long day.
 TRISTAN

That was the longest morning of my life. I dropped Scarlet and

her constant questions off in the den with a babysitter to watch
TV while I went to find the boys for a debrief on their morning
events. I could still feel her thighs pushing into my hips and
the soft curve of her tits on my back. She was big fucking
trouble in a small package. I needed her out of this house and
back with her family before she got under our skin.
The moment I had found out that she was in my city, I
knew it was the perfect opportunity to grab her family by the
balls. I couldn’t imagine how she thought it was smart to hide
just one city over, but that wasn’t really my concern at the
moment. My main concern was getting her family under our
thumb. I wanted them to leave us and our city the fuck alone
from now on.
“How was everyone this morning?” I asked as I walked
into my office. The guys were both sitting on the couch,
drinking from my personal stash. I sat down across from them.
“No issues,” Elliot said. “All the businesses paid their
taxes and thanked us on our way out.” The taxes we collected
were separated from anything government required. Our taxes
were collected to keep our men on those businesses, making
sure they weren’t fucked with by anyone else.
“How was your morning with our princess?” Sebastian
was already too attached to the pretty little thing, and I really,
really should’ve seen that coming. He may be the enforcer in
the group, but he was also the neediest. The most affection
starved.
“She’s fine. I took her on one of the quads earlier around
the property to get her out of the house for a bit. Garret is
babysitting her in the den right now.” Sebastian stood and
started to walk out. “Where do you think you’re going?”
 “To babysit our girl,” he said like it was the most obvious
thing in the world.
“We have shit to discuss, Seb. Sit the fuck down. You can
kiss the ground she walks on later.” My god, Elliot was a
grumpy bastard. Turning his attention to me, Elliot raised his
eyebrows in a question. “What’s the plan for her? When can
we get rid of her?”
Sebastian whined like a petulant child at that. I sighed.
“We need to go about this carefully. I don’t want to throw
it in their faces. That’ll just piss them off.” Sebastian fell back
onto the couch in a huff. “And I don’t care about money…and
she does not need to know that.” I gave them both a pointed
look. “For all I care, she can think all she is to me is a way to
make few quid. But this whole thing is about getting them to
leave us the fuck alone.”
“Some serious shit went down with her,” Sebastian chimed
in. “You didn’t see her last night. She was fucking terrified.
You really want to send her back into that?”
Elliot groaned. “Seb, how exactly is that our problem? You
literally torture and kill people on a whim, but you’re worried
about sending the girl back to her family?”
“She told me today she’s pretty sure it was her family that
put a hit out on her. It happened in her room, and no one came
for her even though she was screaming bloody murder. And
with a family like that, you know there had to be guards
everywhere. So—” I took a breath. “—I believe that much.”
“They did more than try to kill her.” Sebastian chewed on
the sides of his nails.
“How do you know that?” Elliot scoffed.
“I could tell by the way she reacted when I was on top of
her trying to get her to wake up. And she flinched when I
touched her.” He stared Elliot down for a minute. “They had
their fucking hands on her.”
“And why the fuck do you care, Seb? You haven’t even
tasted her and you’re already whipped.” Elliot loved to push
his buttons and knew exactly what to say to do it. Sebastian’s
eyes flared with anger. We were minutes away from me having
to break up a fistfight.
“Alright, enough, the both of you.” I sighed and ran my
hands over my face. “Jesus Christ, who knew that that little
piece of hellfire would be so complicated.”
“Me. I did.” Elliot was looking smug.
“Why don’t we just use her as leverage instead of handing
her back over and trusting them to keep their word?”
“What kind of leverage?” I asked. He just smiled. “You
mean keep her, don’t you?” He nodded.
“Think about it. If they truly wanted her dead, we would
be doing them a favor by keeping her. We keep her a secret,
just between them and us. Their family gets to do whatever the
fuck they wanted to do without her, push whoever they want to
the forefront of the family. All the while we keep her here,
keep her safe, and keep them in line. Because if they overstep,
we’ve got her in our back pocket to shake their shit up.”
I could practically feel the heat coming off Elliot. This was
the last thing he wanted. He hadn’t even been completely sold
on the idea to go get her. But Sebastian had a good point.
“Sebastian, you may actually be onto something there.
That might be a better idea than just handing her over and
taking their word that they’ll behave. I don’t think your little
pet is going to like that idea though.”
He just smiled and stood up off the couch again. “My pet,”
he laughed and started to move out of the room. “She’s all of
ours. Just give it a little more time. She’ll have all of our dicks
wrapped around her pretty little fingers.”
Elliot let out a loud laugh at that and threw his drink back
in one gulp.
I watched Sebastian walk out of the office. His words hit a
little too close to home. I could still feel the ghost of her body
pressed up against my own. And that mouth. Fuck me, the
mouth she had on her. She didn’t take any of our shit, and I
could only talk sense into my cock for so long.
 “Not you too,” Eliot groaned, pulling me out of my
thoughts.
“You can’t tell me she isn’t sexy as hell.”
“Her mouth ruins it.”
I groaned, thinking about how good that mouth would look
around my cock. “Her mouth most certainly does not ruin it.”
He rolled his eyes and sat his glass down on the stand next
to him. I took the opportunity to adjust myself.
“We have the party tomorrow night. What are we going to
do with her?”
I had completely forgotten about that party. There was
definitely no cancelling on something that important. It was a
night for all the people who ran the city. Well, the figureheads
we allowed to mimic running the city. They were all in our
pockets, and they would expect us to show our faces.
I thought about how good she would look on my arm in a
sexy little dress, her black hair around her shoulders, tattoos
on display. She’d knock all of them on their asses and make all
their wives green with envy. That could be entertaining.
“We’ll take her.”
“We’ll what?”
I cringed at how his voice reverberated around the room.
“Keep your fucking voice down, Elliot. You’re like a brother
to me, but I’m not going to sit here and let you yell at me or
question my decisions.”
“We make decisions as a fucking team, not as a
dictatorship.”
“Fine,” I said because he had a point. “We’ll vote on it.”
“Fuck,” he groaned and stood. “I know what Seb’s answer
is, so fine. We take her. But I want to go on record saying if
this blows up in our faces, this was not my idea and I was
against it.”
“Yeah, yeah,” I said as he made his way out of the office.
Probably off to work out. He was the bulkiest out of all three
of us just because he had anger issues and liked to work his
shit out on the weights instead of people. Maybe Scarlet could
help him with that issue as well. I dug my phone out of my
pocket and dialed.
“How can I help?” Emily was one of our personal
assistants, and I figured she’d be the most qualified for the job
of getting Scarlet dressed for the party.
“Emily, we are out at the Wheaton Estate for the
foreseeable future, and I need you to get some things for us.”
“Go ahead.”
“I need you to bring a good selection of women’s clothing
for the event at the nightclub tomorrow, size eight. Shoes, UK
size five. We will also need most of our wardrobe brought here
—we really only keep enough here for a long weekend.”
“Yes, sir. Anything else?”
“Not at the moment. Thank you, Emily.” I hung up the
phone and made my way out to where I’d left Scarlet and
found her asleep on the couch, snoring. Sebastian rubbed her
feet while John Wick played on the TV. Seb looked up and
gave me a shit-eating grin. A pang of jealousy cut me through
the chest, and I forced it back down. The last thing we needed
to be doing was fighting over a piece of ass.
“She’s coming with us to the party tomorrow,” I said
quietly enough that it wouldn’t wake her. “Emily is bringing
her a selection of clothes and bringing the rest of our stuff out
here. I’m going to arrange for someone to stock the food.”
“You really think it’s a good idea to bring Emily out here
to dress another woman?” He was referring to our past with
Emily and how she had made her way through all of us at one
point. But that was ancient history, and she was damn good at
her job. I shrugged.
“Emily isn’t on the menu anymore. We don’t shit where
we eat, remember?”
“Oh, I fully remember. And I don’t want her anyway. But
that doesn’t mean she isn’t going to get jealous as shit when
she sees her.”
 “Fine. Keep an eye on her while she’s here. No one fucks
with Scarlet.”
He continued to work her feet but smiled slowly. He could
look sinister as fuck when he wanted to.
“Trust me, no one is laying a finger on her.”
With that, I walked off to make some more phone calls. If
we were going to try and keep her, we needed to be prepared
to stay out here for a while. At least until we could trust her.
God knew how long that was going to take.
 SCARLET

I lay on my bed and watched Emily roll in rack after rack of

clothes. They had brought multiple cars just to fit everyone’s
stuff in one go. The guys were also very particular about their
clothing, it seemed. Emily watched me out of the corner of her
eyes constantly. I just smirked and hopped off the bed when I
saw a red silk number get rolled in.
I pulled it off the rack before she could pull it the rest of
the way into the room. It had the thinnest spaghetti straps, a
very low square neck, and a slit on one side that would go all
the way up to my hip. It was going to hug every single one of
my curves and leave very little to the imagination. I wouldn’t
be able to wear anything underneath it, which would hopefully
prove to be distracting to the boys. Well, for at least two of
them.
I hadn’t been able to afford clothes this nice for years, and
it felt amazing to run my hands all over the nice fabrics. I
knew the guys were going to look sharp as hell for the party,
and I was determined to outshine them. Emily watched me
from the corner of the room as I held the dress up to myself in
the mirror and appreciated the shiny, smooth fabric.
“I’ll wear this one tonight,” I said out loud to no one in
particular. I didn’t know why, but Emily’s presence bugged the
shit out of me, and I had been practically ignoring her the
entire time. I was never a huge fan of girls as friends. They
were too bitchy, too bratty. And Emily looked like a Grade A
Bitch. Kenna’s friendship had been a rare occurrence.
I sighed. Kenna. I really needed to talk to the guys and see
if they could make sure she knew I was okay. I knew Kenna,
and she would most definitely have been freaking out ever
since I was taken. I needed to let her know I was okay and get
her to move on and keep her nose out of this world.
 “And the rest?” Emily asked, sounding incredibly bored.
“Anything else that catches your eye?” She leaned up against
the wall and watched me with her arms crossed.
“All of them.”
Her eyes almost flew out of her head, and she choked back
a cough. “All of them?”
I looked around. There had to be at least a hundred
thousand dollars in clothes and shoes in the room. And that
didn’t include all of the jewelry and lingerie she had already
put in my closet.
“Problem?” I asked her as I hung the dress up on the back
of my closet door. If these guys were going to hold me against
my will, I was sure as hell not going to take it easy on their
wallets. And who knew how long I had left alive if they were
about to ship me back.
“You cannot possibly need all of these clothes. This is a
ridiculous amount of money, and there is no way the boys are
going to be okay with you spending this much.”
The boys, huh? Interesting that she was on such relaxed
terms with them. I looked over at her, and I could see the
jealousy flush across her skin. Oh, I thought to myself. That’s
why the bitch has been side-eyeing me. She had most
definitely fucked at least one of them, if not all of them.
“Call them, then,” I said on a sigh as I fell back on the bed.
“Listen, bitch,” she whispered but was promptly cut off.
“Call who, princess?” Sebastian asked as he appeared at
the door like I had summoned him.
“Seb, she wants all the clothes,” Emily said, swaying her
hips as she advanced towards him across the room. An anger I
didn’t know I could possibly feel roared to life in my stomach.
He flicked his eyes from me to her and then back to me like he
couldn’t stand to look at anyone but me. The heat from my
anger quickly turned into a different kind of heat. “There’s no
way Tristan will want this girl,” she spat out, “to spend that
much of your money.”
 Her hand slithered up the side of his bare bicep, and that
small amount of her skin touching his set my nerves on fire.
My eyes had been locked on his but flickered to her touch for
a brief moment. Long enough that he saw it and smiled. In the
blink of an eye, he had her hand in his, twisting it behind her
back at a painful angle. She cried out, and I sat up a bit
straighter.
He kept his darkened eyes on mine while he spoke low in
her ear. I licked my lips.
“I am going to tell you this once, and only once, Emily.
And if you want to keep your job, you’ll listen. My little pet
gets what she wants, no matter what it costs. You don’t
question her. Ever. And if you want to keep your life, keep
your fucking hands to yourself. I never want to feel your hands
on my body again, or I will break them.”
I rubbed my legs together at the warmth pooling at my
core. His eyes lazily dragged down my body and landed on my
thighs as they moved against each other. She whimpered
against his grip.
He pushed her away and told her to get out. I’d never seen
someone run out of a room so quickly.
“Someone likes nice things,” he said as he adjusted
himself and walked over to the racks, browsing through all the
clothes I had kept.
“If you guys are going to keep me here against my will, I
may as well have a little fun.” I watched him from the bed as
his eyes found the bright red dress I had chosen for the party.
His grin was absolutely feral as he looked back at me. I swear
to god, the room got fifty degrees hotter with that look.
“Seb,” Elliot said from the door, completely breaking the
tension that had been building like a popped balloon.
“Hey there, Grumpy,” I said sweetly, pulling his attention
to me instead. He looked over with a pained face. He was
looking extra godlike in his sweaty gym clothes and his hair
tied up in a bun.
 “Emily left here in quite the rush. Seemed a little upset.
Any idea what happened there?”
I played with my nails like they were the most interesting
thing in the world. “No clue,” I said on a sigh and looked to
Sebastian. “Any clue what was wrong with Emily, Seb?”
He flopped down beside me on the bed and smiled wide at
the use of his nickname. “Not a clue, doll.” His fingers danced
along my bare thighs.
“Not a clue,” I said with a shrug, looking back at Elliot. He
pinched the bridge of his nose and took a couple of deep
breaths. The grey sweatpants he was wearing were doing
wonders for him down south. I bit my lip, and Sebastian
surprised me by pulling it out with his thumb, his eyes hooded
with lust.
“Hands. Off.” Elliot’s voice was deep and angry, but
Sebastian just laughed and gave me a quick kiss on the lips
before bounding off the bed. I stared after him in shock. He
turned around at the door and winked before disappearing and
leaving me alone with Elliot. “I don’t know what game you’re
playing. But leave them the fuck alone.”
I stood up and walked over to him, getting close enough I
could feel the heat coming off him. His breathing became
shallow, and the already impressive bulge his sweatpants
weren’t hiding very well started to grow. I leaned into him,
pressing my chest against the hard plane of his stomach and
wrapping my arms around his waist. Fuck, he was tall.
“I’m not playing at anything, handsome,” I said sweetly.
Both of his hands gripped around my neck with some serious
strength and held me in place. His face came so close to mine I
could feel his breath play across my lips. His now very hard
cock was pressed against my stomach. I was already wet for
him, my pussy throbbing at the thought of him just taking me
up against the wall. I groaned. It had been too long since I’d
gotten laid, and their anger and violence called to me in a way
I couldn’t help.
“Unlike the other two, I have the ability to not think with
my dick, little girl.” He squeezed for emphasis, and I pushed
my hips into his. My eyes rolled back at the pleasure that small
amount of contact gave me. He hissed through his teeth. “My
cock may want to punish you until you’re screaming my name
through grunts of pain and pleasure, but I’m smarter than
that.” He released me, and I stumbled back in shock before the
anger took over.
“You aren’t going to treat me like a piece of trash, Elliot.”
I got back up in his space and pushed against his chest. Even
though he didn’t budge, it still felt good to do. “I didn’t ask to
be here. If you didn’t want me around, you should’ve just left
me alone!” I gave him another shove, and he just smirked.
“We leave in two hours. Get showered and dressed and be
ready when we come for you.” With that, he shut the door
behind him, and I heard the lock slide into place.
“Phrasing!” I yelled through the door. I gave a short snort
at my own joke before turning around to admire all the newly
acquired clothes. I wondered if they’d let me keep them all
when they got rid of me.
I turned on the shower as hot as I could possibly get it and
stepped into the stream. I closed my eyes and ran my hands
over my body. These boys were driving my body insane. My
nipples went hard under my touch. Fuck, I was going to have
to take care of this so that I could get my head on straight.
One hand played with my nipples while the other grabbed
the detachable showerhead and flicked it over to the pulsating
setting. Really, you put a girl in a room with a detachable
showerhead, what the fuck do you expect her to do? I leaned
my forehead against the cool tiles as my pussy clenched in
anticipation. I imagined Sebastian’s fingers on my nipples,
Tristan’s mouth on my clit, and Elliot’s strong hands around
my throat.
The water found my little bundle of nerves, and I cried out
before covering my mouth with my hand. I groaned at the
intense pleasure already coursing through my belly. This
wasn’t going to take any time at all; they had me so wound up.
Sebastian’s mouth closed around one of my nipples in my
mind, and I moaned again. Elliot’s hands tightened around my
throat to where I could barely breathe, his stiff cock teasing me
as it moved against my ass. I pressed the water closer as I
imagined Tristan’s tongue flicking my clit and then moving
inside of me like I was the best thing he had ever tasted.
All three of them, worshipping my body like I was the
only air they needed to breathe. The warmth built and built
inside of me, my toes curling and my breaths coming hot and
fast. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew I was being
too loud. My moans were that of a sex-starved woman on the
brink, and I couldn’t help myself. As I crested and flew over
the edge, I screamed and fell down to my knees, my walls
clenching around nothing but air as I imagined riding Tristan’s
fingers. I dropped the showerhead, too sensitive now to feel it
against my skin.
I took a moment on the shower floor to collect myself and
catch my breath. Once my legs felt steady enough to stand on,
I put the shower back together and took my time exfoliating,
shaving, and conditioning. If I was to be arm candy, I was
damn sure going to look, smell, and taste the part. They had
the shower stocked with anything a girl could need in all
different delicious scents.
It took me the rest of the time to do my hair in soft waves
and my makeup dark and heavy as per usual. I sniffed through
the assorted expensive perfumes they had left for me and
dabbed it behind my ears and on my wrists. The silk of the
dress sat against my smooth skin like it was made especially
for me. The fabric dipped low at my breasts, and the slit
stopped just at the crook of my hip. The hem hit just below my
knees, and just as I got my heels on, Tristan unlocked the door
and made his way in—without knocking again.
“Would it kill you to knock?”
He was dressed head to toe in black. That suit fit him like a
glove. I could see every defined muscle. He had his rings on
those tattooed fingers, and his neck tattoos stood out nicely
against the black collar of his shirt. This guy was sex on a
stick. He had his white-blond hair pushed back out of his eyes,
showing off every hard angle of his handsome face.
 His eyes raked across my body, and when his mouth curled
up in a smirk, it took me right back to what I had imagined it
would feel like on my cunt. I felt the heat spread through my
belly and across my chest. He advanced on me, and for a
moment, I thought maybe my fantasy was about to play out.
Instead, he held out a black diamond choker.
“May I?”
I nodded as he moved behind me. I held my hair up, and
his fingers brushed my skin as his clasped the necklace against
my throat.
“How was your shower, Scar?” His breath was hot against
my ear. “Eventful?” I could practically hear the smile in his
voice. He had fucking heard me. I knew I had been too loud.
Instead of letting myself be embarrassed, I turned to face
him and smiled as I grabbed ahold of his belt loops and pulled
him closer to me.
“It was a lovely shower, thank you for asking. I especially
like the detachable showerhead feature.”
He groaned, and his head fell back as he rubbed his hands
over his face. “You’re killing me.”
I laughed and walked over towards the door. “Let’s go,
handsome. The big guy promised hell if I kept him waiting.”
 SEBASTIAN

I made sure to be hot on her heels as she climbed into the limo.
God, her ass was perfect. If that dress was any tighter, it would
rip right off her. It clung to every single inch of her luscious
curves, and it was all I could do to not throw her over my
shoulder and take her upstairs to fuck her senseless. Whatever
that material was, she would be wearing it from now on.
I practically dove into the seat next to her, and her bright
red lips quirked up to the side as she took me in. My hand
found her thigh and squeezed the flesh there as Tristan settled
on her other side. Elliot was the only one of us so far that
didn’t seem to feel the gravitational pull she had around her.
“So, who gets the job of babysitting me tonight?” she
asked.
I felt rage flow through me. I had told Tristan I wanted it to
be me. It’s not that I didn’t trust Elliot, but I didn’t want to be
separated from her. I wanted to have my eye on her at all
times. She was not getting away from us tonight. Elliot opened
his suit jacket, showing off the multiple guns he had strapped
to him. A cruel smile spread across his face. She groaned, and
that noise went straight to my cock.
“Sebastian trusts you far too much, and you would just
distract him,” Tristan answered. I squeezed her thigh and let
my hand wander a little higher up that slit in her dress. Christ,
it went all the way up to that sweet dip in her hip. She couldn’t
be wearing anything under that dress. My dick stirred again,
and I not so discreetly adjusted myself. “And I have too many
people to speak with to carry you around on my arm all night.”
Even though she tried to look over at Elliot with tough, no-
bullshit eyes, I could see the unease slip into them. She was
afraid of him, and rightfully so. We were all fit, but Elliot took
it to the next level. The guy was an absolute beast and didn’t
take any shit from anyone. And my little pet was still on his
shit list. Well, maybe our little pet. Tristan seemed to be
getting a bit cozier with her as well.
She was eerily calm the entire drive to the club. The only
thing to tell me she was alive was how her breath hitched
every time my hand squeezed her thigh or slid a bit further up
that opening in her dress. I wanted to take one of my knives
out and slice right up through the rest of that dress and watch it
fall off her. She looked up at me as we pulled up to the club
and smiled like she could read my mind.
“What you’re thinking is written all over your face,” she
said, her mouth an inch away from mine, and then she
followed Tristan and Elliot out of the window.
Fucking tease.
Tristan and Elliot walked in front, leading us up to the
bouncer, leaving me to follow behind Scarlet and thank Christ
because her ass was sculpted just for me. Watching it move
under that dress and not being able to touch it was going to be
fucking hell the rest of the night. She turned around and
winked at me before swinging her hips a bit more as she
grabbed Elliot’s arm and marched right in like she owned the
place.
The club was much darker than we had expected it to be.
This was more of a rave and less of a “business” party. I
pushed up closer to Scarlet and gripped the back of her neck.
She leaned back into it without hesitation like it was a
subconscious reaction.
“I’m not leaving her in here with only one of us to keep an
eye on her,” I said into Tristan’s ear. “Since when did this little
soiree turn into a rave?”
“I know. The plan has clearly changed. We all stay with
her. It’s too easy for her to slip off in a place like this.” He said
it loud enough over the music for Elliot and Scarlet to hear.
She just rolled her eyes and let go of Elliot’s arm and moved
closer to me. My hand left her neck, and my arm fell across
her shoulders. “I don’t like this. We can’t keep an eye on our
surroundings. Elliot, call some of the guys that are nearby and
tell them to come over here. I want extra eyes.”
 “Can we at least get me a drink?” Scarlet asked over the
music.
“Seb and I will take her up to our table. Get your ass up
there as soon as you’re done making the calls.”
Elliot nodded, and we walked our way through the crowd
to the upper level. My hand moved back to Scarlet’s neck,
effectively keeping her on a short leash, and Tristan was
holding her hand. Both of us, it seemed, wanted to keep a hand
on her at all times. I smiled to myself.
I was sure Tristan was worried she would get away and
cause him to miss out on the deal with her family, but I just
wasn’t done being around her yet, looking at her, touching her.
Even her scent was intoxicating.
Tristan took one step off the stairs and stopped dead in his
tracks, causing Scarlet to slam into the back of him. I was
instantly at his side, blocking Scarlet from view as five rival
gang members stood up from our table. They had a fucking
death wish being on our side of town, our club, and at our
table.
Ty, one of the higher-ups, stepped forward, his gold tooth
shining as he smiled past us, finding Scarlet. My blood boiled,
and my fingers itched to throw one of my knives straight into
one of his eyes just for fucking looking at her. She grabbed the
back of my jacket and tried to look around us, but neither one
of us moved.
“What are you doing here, Ty?”
“We heard you had a new plaything,” he all but shouted
over the music. Scarlet’s hand clenched tighter. “Thought we’d
come see if the rumors were true. If you actually found her.
Let’s get a look at her, then.”
“Over your dead fucking body will you ever get to look
her over like a piece of meat.” It shouldn’t have come out of
my mouth. But it did. I would skin all five of them alive before
they got to ogle our girl. I felt Tristan stiffen to my right.
“She’s not here to be the entertainment, boys. We are here
to do business, and you aren’t welcome. You need to get out of
this club now before it becomes a problem.”
I saw Tristan move his hand to the gun at his hip, and I
moved in sync with him. Wherever Elliot was, he needed to
make his way up the stairs quickly.
They all moved in unison towards us, or towards the stairs,
I really couldn’t tell. Tristan and I pushed Scarlet over to the
side of the staircase, caging her in between our backs and the
wall behind her.
“Can someone explain what the fuck is going on?” Not
surprisingly, her voice came out much stronger than it should
have. She should have been terrified. But there she was, trying
to squeeze out from behind us to get a better look at the
situation.
“Would you stop?” Tristan scolded her over his shoulder.
If I had to guess, her face probably turned bright red with
embarrassment and anger at the way he had just spoken to her.
I almost laughed out loud at the image of her pouting behind
us.
They made their way over, and Ty got up in Tristan’s face
and smiled. He peered over his shoulder at Scarlet, who, once
again, should’ve been cowering behind us but instead stood
there with her arms crossed, examining her nails like she
couldn’t give two whole fucks about the whole interaction.
I felt Elliot come up beside us, towering over all five of the
guys like the damn grim reaper. The tension in that moment
was enough to even set me a bit on edge. My body was
humming, ready for the fight, begging for it. It had been so
long since I had had a proper fight. And showing off in front
of my pet wouldn’t be the worst thing.
“Wanna come away with us, love? Five men fucking you
senseless would be so much better than three.”
And before I could do it, Scarlet pushed out from behind
Tristan’s shoulder and clocked Ty right in the fucking face. I
laughed out loud and watched as Ty wiped blood from his
mouth.
“Maldita zorra.”
 “Did you just call her a cunt?” I asked.
I saw red.
“Fuck,” Elliot groaned from somewhere behind me as I
finished the job Scarlet had started. I hit him so hard I saw his
gold tooth go flying. Tristan and Elliot jumped into the fray of
fists. To my right, Scarlet leaned against the wall and let a
laugh fall out of her gorgeous fuckable mouth.
I saw one of Ty’s goons grab for his gun, but I was quicker.
I aimed and shot right between his eyes just as he was getting
ready to point his at Tristan. Screams broke out all around us
as the club quickly turned into a madhouse. All three of us had
our guns drawn on the last three standing. Ty was still knocked
out on the floor, and the other three were bloodied and bruised.
“Enough! Let us get Ty and we’ll go, man.”
I hummed and looked over my shoulder at Scarlet. She
was leaning up against the wall, her eyes bright with
excitement. She chewed on her bottom lip and looked up at
me. “Do we let them go, pet? You’re the one they offended.
Your call.” I knew I would get shit for that later from Elliot,
and maybe even Tristan, but they would never show any
disagreements between the three of us in public. And this was
the perfect opportunity for her to show them she could be one
of us. We could keep her.
Keep her. My mouth watered at the thought.
Scarlet pushed herself off the wall and sauntered over in
between me and Tristan. She reached up and grabbed my hand
with the gun and slowly pushed it down to point at Ty.
Fuck me, I was going to marry this woman.
“He’s the one that called me a cunt and suggested they all
fuck me senseless.” She looked up at me with those big blue
eyes. “Is there someone above him, or is that pitiful asshole
the leader of the entire gang?”
“There’s plenty above him,” Tristan answered for me.
“Then let’s shoot him and send him back as a message not
to come onto your territory again. And most importantly—”
She paused. “Most importantly, this will tell them not to fuck
with me again.”
My cock was going to fucking explode. She pressed her
front up against my side and placed her hand over mine. Her
finger slid over mine on the trigger. Her tits pressed up against
me with each heavy breath. Her face was flushed, and her lips
were slightly parted. She was turned on.
“Are you wet, princess?” I whispered so only she could
hear. She smiled and licked her lips. That was answer enough
for me. I couldn’t believe how lucky we were to find this girl
whose body purred for violence. “Are we killing him or
maiming him?” I asked as we looked over at the other guys
practically shitting themselves.
“Bro, come on. Just let us get him and take him home.”
That plea fell on deaf ears. Ty was starting to stir on the
ground. In her heels, Scarlet was able to almost rest her chin
on my shoulder. I looked over, and she smiled. Her other hand
wound its way around my neck and pulled me in. She kissed
me and pulled my bottom lip between her teeth as she pulled
the trigger. Her mouth tasted like candy, and I let my mind
wonder what the rest of her would taste like.
“Fuck!” Out of the corner of my eye, I saw them collect
Ty’s dead body and head down the stairs, leaving the other one
I had shot bleeding brain matter on the steps. That was
annoying. Leaving us with the cleanup. Scarlet gave me
another quick kiss and then peeled herself off me.
“That was fun, boys,” she said as she slapped Tristan on
the shoulder. She stepped over the guy on the stairs. Like me,
they were both staring at her like she had grown another head.
Or that she was the sexiest fucking thing we had ever seen in
our lives. Even Elliot looked a bit taken with her in that
moment. She made her way over to our table and sat down in
one of the chairs, throwing back one of the drinks that had
been left on the table.
“Looks like the club has cleared out. Does that mean we
get to stay and have some fun for ourselves?” She picked up
another drink and finished it as well. She looked up at us all
and smiled. “We didn’t get all dressed up just for some
assholes to ruin our night, did we?”
 SCARLET

Should I be freaking out right now? I just fucking shot and

killed someone.
I was sitting at the table throwing back drinks as quickly as
they could pour them. The entire club had emptied out except
for the bar staff and the backup Elliot had called for. They all
stayed downstairs to give us our privacy while the bartender
just left us multiple bottles of various liquors to share between
us and four glasses. The extra guys had cleaned up the body,
and even though there had been exploded brain matter there
thirty minutes ago, you wouldn’t even know.
I didn’t think I had ever felt so calm in my life. I had been
in plenty of fights. And plenty of those had involved guns in
my face or knives at my throat. But I had never killed a person
before. I didn’t know what had come over me. I was turned on,
absolutely out of my mind with lust, watching them beat the
shit out of those guys just because they had disrespected me. I
could still feel the evidence of that lust on my inner thighs. A
downside to not wearing any panties.
And when Sebastian looked at me and gave me the choice,
I felt liberated. My entire life had been dictated by men in
charge. The heads of the family. Even the boys that were
younger than me had more of a say over my life until I turned
twenty-one. And really, even then I wouldn’t have been able to
actually call the shots. They would’ve found a way to put a
guy over my head somewhere, regardless if I was my father’s
only child.
But the assholes that sat across from me, laughing and
swapping stories of their first kills, they had given me power. I
looked down at Seb’s hand resting possessively on my thigh,
following the tattooed dotted lines that went all the way to the
tips of his fingers. I wondered if I could fit in with them. My
family didn’t want me alive anyway. So what if they kept me?
It would certainly be a way to keep me out of whatever
business my family didn’t want me a part of. It would be the
end of my hiding and running. I could be relatively safe. I
could be in one place. I could have a home.
I took a deep breath and threw back another shot. The
glass rattled on the table as I sat it down.
“Keep me.”
Three pairs of eyes turned towards me as they all shut up
at the same time.
“Princess, we already—” Sebastian started, but Tristan
held up his hand to stop him.
“I know what you already decided.” Tristan quirked his
eyebrow. “I know you decided to give me over to them for a
ransom, but hear me out, okay?”
Elliot groaned, but Tristan nodded, and I leaned forward,
my forearms propping me up slightly on the table.
“I wouldn’t be some little thing you needed to protect. I
know how to fight. I was trained from a young age how to
shoot a gun and use a knife. My hand-to-hand combat might
be a little rusty, but I can work on that. Let me earn your trust.
Give me a job so I can earn my keep. I’m really smart with
computers. Like, really fucking smart. Let me help you guys
out in some way. Let me contribute.”
“And what about your family?” Tristan interrupted.
I sighed. “They don’t want me alive anyway. At least some
of them didn’t. I don’t know why, but they obviously don’t
want me around. So the only reason they would pay you a
ransom would be so that they could kill me themselves. But
maybe you could make a deal. Tell them you guys will keep
me and that you will keep me out of their way. And as
payment for that, they can stay the fuck out of your territory
and stop making moves over here.”
Sebastian leaned back in his chair and smiled over his
glass. I could feel Elliot stewing from where he was, but I
knew I’d made some good points. I could see it written all
over Tristan’s face that he agreed with me. He played with the
rings on his fingers for a moment before meeting my eyes.
 “Okay,” Tristan said and shrugged. My eyes must’ve
become saucers. I’d expected him to make that much harder.
“Okay?”
He smiled, and Seb squeezed my thigh. I looked around at
all three of them. I stood up and shoved my hand out towards
Tristan. I was impressed with myself when I saw it wasn’t
shaking.
“Shake on it,” I said. “Shake my hand and tell me you will
keep me and won’t send me back there. It would be signing
my death warrant, and I really, really don’t feel like dying.”
My voice may have wavered a bit at the end, but honestly,
whose wouldn’t? I was trying to save my life.
“And you don’t think staying with us is signing a different
type of death warrant?” Elliot chimed in.
“If we keep you, claim you as ours, people on our payroll
will leave you alone, but you’ll have a different type of target
on your back.” Seb’s hand had fallen from my thigh when I
stood up, but it found the crook of my arm while he spoke, like
he was trying to make sure I was listening.
“We’ve never claimed a girl as ours before,” Tristan said,
leaning in. I dropped my hand and sighed. “We’ve shared
plenty, but we’ve never offered anyone our protection.”
“I’m not asking for protection,” I said, ignoring the ugly
jealousy that roared through my veins at the mention of them
sharing someone else. Emily’s pretty face flashed in front of
my eyes. “I’m asking to be useful. I’m asking to be a part of
something that might actually want me instead of being
shipped off to a family that doesn’t.”
“Well, I don’t want you.”
I turned towards Elliot and smiled. “Your hard-on when I
shot Ty tells a different story, Grumpy.”
“Just because I want to fuck you doesn’t mean I want to
keep you around. You’re a whole lot of trouble in a tiny
package.”
 “Hey,” Seb said towards Elliot as he pulled me down onto
his lap, right onto the massive erection he was sporting.
“Don’t talk to our girl like that. She’s part of the fucked-up
family now.” He pushed my hair off my shoulder and planted a
sweet kiss on my neck.
“Not until we fucking shake on it,” I said, shoving my
hand towards Tristan again. “Shake on it and promise me you
won’t send me back there.”
Tristan laughed and grabbed my hand. “Fine, poppet. Done
deal. You’re ours now.” A shiver skirted its way down my
spine at the look in his eyes.
“Now that that’s done, can we please go get some food?
I’m starving,” Sebastian groaned.
“Oh, yes please. I would love some chips and gravy to
soak up this alcohol.”
Tristan stood up, buttoning his jacket closed as he took one
last shot.
“We’ve probably been sitting here too long anyway. If
they’re going to retaliate, they know where we are. So let’s get
out of here, get some food, and go back to Wheaton.” I was
absolutely starving. I hadn’t eaten anything since lunch, and if
I didn’t get something in my stomach soon, it was going to
empty out all the liquor I had just drank.
We made our way out of the club, the backups following
us out the door. Instead of going in the direction of the car,
they started walking down towards the group of food trucks in
the town centre. The smell was fucking fantastic as we made
our way there. There were a few groups of friends in various
lines, laughing and chatting away with each other, the alcohol
obviously making them numb to the cold.
Sebastian grabbed my hand and took me to the one he
claimed had the best chips and gravy out of all of them. I
asked them to add cheese and watched in sheer drunken
delight as they drenched the entire plate of chips with thick
brown gravy and topped it with white shredded cheese. My
mouth watered at the savory smell. When Sebastian handed
me the steaming plate, I shoveled as many in my mouth as I
possibly could.
“Think you’ll finish that entire thing? Should I get my
own?”
I scowled at him. “Over my dead body will I share my
food.”
He held his hands up in mock surrender and ordered
himself the same thing. Tristan and Elliot walked up with
extremely greasy burgers in their hands. I had almost finished
my entire plate of chips, but my stomach still growled at the
thought of having one of those.
“Oh my god, where did you get those? I want one.”
“I just saw you literally destroy an entire plate of chips and
gravy and you want to shove a burger down your throat?”
“Don’t shame the girl, Elliot,” Tristan said as he waved
another burger in front of my face. “I figured you’d want one
as soon as you saw we had one. So, being the caring gangster I
am, I made sure I got you one.”
I shoved the last couple of chips in my face and threw it
away before ripping the burger out of Tristan’s hand.
“I honestly might bust right the fuck out of this dress if I
eat this, but I don’t even care. It smells so good.”
Elliot rolled his eyes, but Sebastian just laughed and threw
his arm around my shoulders.
“None of us, not even Elliot, are going to be angry about
that dress falling off your body, babe. And those moans you
make when you eat…fuck.”
“Let’s get back to the car before we get hit by another
shitstorm, please,” Elliot grumbled, trying to shuffle us all
back the way we came. The driver had at least pulled the car a
bit closer to where we had wandered off, so I didn’t have to
walk much further in the heels. The other guys were dismissed
by Tristan as we walked up to the car.
“I swear to god I have twin food babies. I think I’m going
to explode.” I was so full I felt sick. Tristan opened the door
for me, and Seb was right behind me, his hands resting around
my neck.
“I honestly don’t know where you put all the food you
eat.”
I rubbed my hand over my full belly, letting it stick out and
showing off my cute little bump. The satin dress stretched over
it way too tightly. I made a note to myself to wear something
with a little more give next time. He gave it a soft poke, and I
groaned. I needed to get home and get this stupid dress off.
I crouched over and climbed into the car. Seb and Tristan
both gave my ass a hard smack, and I heard Elliot sigh.
“You guys are so pussy whipped and you haven’t even
sampled the goods.”
I sat down on the seat, fully prepared to throw a sassy
retort in his direction, when the unmistakable sound of fabric
ripping filled the silence. I looked down at my dress and saw
the slit that had previously stopped at my hip now reached all
the way up to the underside of my boob. I looked back up at
the guys and saw them all staring at my bare skin, drooling
like dogs for a meal.
I started laughing. That uncontrollable belly laugh that
takes over your entire body just poured right out of me. Part of
it was the alcohol, and the other part of me just found it so
fucking funny that the dress had been so tight that I had been
able to rip it just from eating. Tears started rolling out of my
eyes, and my stomach hurt from laughing so hard. I lay down
across the seat, trying and not really succeeding at keeping the
dress closed, as Seb shuffled his way in to sit down and lay my
head on his lap.
“Someone’s got the giggles,” he said as he brushed my hair
out of my face. “But I will say I’m a fan of the new look.
Much easier access than before.”
I grabbed his arm and tucked it under my chin. His hand
gripped my shoulder, and I closed my eyes, finally coming
down from my fit of giggles. I took a deep breath.
“I killed someone tonight.”
 I could’ve cut the tension in the car with a knife at that
point. No one said anything, but Seb just kept tracing circles
on my shoulder with his thumb.
“If you stick with us, it’s not going to be the last time you
kill someone.” Elliot’s deep voice took me by surprise, and I
turned to look at him. “You have good aim,” he said on a sigh
like it physically pained him to compliment me.
“Her hand didn’t shake. She didn’t hesitate. It was an
amazing shot right between his beady eyes,” Seb said.
Tristan’s eyes were glued back to his phone screen, but he
took a second to look up at me and give me a wink. “You did
good.”
Seb grabbed my jaw and made me face him next. “If you
had chosen to just maim the bastard, I wouldn’t have let him
walk out of that club alive.”
“I know, you crazy fuck.” I laughed and rested my hand on
his arm that I kept tucked beneath my chin.
They started talking amongst themselves, and between the
massive amounts of food and the alcohol in my system, the
comforting hum of the car began to lull me to sleep. I don’t
know what it said about me or them that I felt comfortable
enough with them to sleep all the time, but I just didn’t feel
threatened.
Well, maybe a little threatened by Elliot. But the other two
were cinnamon rolls. I felt protected and somewhat welcome.
Especially after what had gone down in the club. So, I didn’t
question it. I accepted my circumstances and let myself sleep
soundly for the first time since I’d run away from home,
knowing no one was going to come and kill me in the middle
of the night.
 SCARLET

I felt one of them lift me out of the car and carry me through
the door. I was very capable of walking, but killing someone
will really take it out of you mentally. So instead of waking up
and making whoever it was put me down, I decided to curl
into their chest and wrap my arms around their neck. My dress
had fallen wide open when he had picked me up, but I was too
exhausted to care.
When we finally made it to my bedroom, I lazily opened
my eyes and saw it was Sebastian who had carried me
upstairs. Not a surprise.
“Hey, beautiful,” he murmured into my hair. He laid me
down on the bed, and I didn’t try to cover myself up as the
dress came open. I was still feeling the effects of watching the
guys beat the shit out of those other men earlier. Especially
Sebastian, who had ultimately given me the power. What
better way to thank him than to let him get his dick wet? And I
was only human. These men were fucking godlike with their
tattoos and piercings and muscles for days.
As Seb rooted through my drawers for something
resembling pajamas, I lay back on the bed, propped up on my
elbows, and brought one leg up to give him a show when he
turned around. When he finally did, I was not disappointed. He
threw his head back and groaned. I laughed to myself.
“Oh, pet,” he said, bringing his eyes back to mine. I just
smiled and opened a little wider for him. I was so wet already
he could probably see the evidence of it even in the dark.
“I thought maybe you could help me take the edge off?”
He ran his hands through his dark hair and looked at me
for a moment, like he was trying to decide how bad of an idea
it was. To be honest, it was probably a really bad idea. But god
he was fucking beautiful. The tattoos covered every inch of
skin I could see; even the ones on his neck went all the way up
to his jawline, and they drove my pussy wild.
He slipped out of his jacket a moment later, and I watched
as his hands started to unbutton his shirt, revealing the rock-
hard abs and delicious vee that slipped underneath his pants.
Every part of his torso was covered in the same style of boldly
colored tattoos. They disappeared under the waistband of his
pants, and even in this dim light, I could see the unmistakable
outline of his cock begging to be let out.
He walked over to me and propped a knee up in between
my thighs as he bent over me. His body hovered over me, his
hands on either side of my head, eyes dark and holding mine. I
breathed him in, relishing in the way he smelled like cologne
and tequila.
“If we do this, princess, you’re going to be mine, and I’m
not going to let you go.”
I laughed and lay back on the bed as I wrapped my arms
around his neck, effectively pulling his entire body on top of
mine. “I’m already yours, Seb. I belong to all of you after that
deal earlier, remember? So we may as well have some fun
while I’m here.” I pushed my hips up and ground into him,
eliciting a groan from deep in his chest that went straight to
my core.
“I am going to fuck you until you come so many times that
you’ll beg me to stop. And even then, I’m going to continue to
fuck you. I am going to fuck you so hard that every time you
move tomorrow, you’ll remember how it felt to have me inside
of you.”
Holy shit. I whimpered and pushed my hips into his again.
His entire body was flush with mine, and I couldn’t get
enough of the feel of him.
“I am going to own your body tonight, little pet. This
pussy,” he said as he cupped me and pressed the heel of his
hand onto my throbbing clit. His hand lit my blood on fire, and
I groaned as I tried to push into him. His face came closer to
mine. “This is mine for the night,” he whispered against my
lips before dipping a finger into my already slick heat. This
time when I moaned, he caught it with his mouth. His kiss was
urgent and bruising. It was a war of teeth and tongues.
His mouth trailed across my jaw and down my throat,
biting so hard in places I knew he would leave marks. But I
liked some pain with my pleasure. He added another finger,
and I rotated my hips when his thumb found my clit.
“Fuck, Sebastian, please,” I begged, trying to push his
head off my nipples and down to where I needed him.
“So responsive,” he said after he released my nipple with a
pop. “You’re soaking wet for me, princess.” He withdrew his
fingers and brought them to my mouth. “Open.” The tone of
his voice sent a shiver of lust down my spine. I obeyed and
took his fingers in my mouth, licking my own arousal off them
with enthusiasm, wanting to please him with every fiber of my
being. I never wanted to stop seeing that look of desire on his
face. That look was all for me.
He pulled his fingers out of my mouth with a smirk and
situated himself between my thighs. His mouth made its way
down one thigh, stopping just short of where I needed him
most before moving to the other.
“If you keep teasing me, I will kick you the fuck out of my
room with blue balls, Sebastian.”
He laughed a deep, masculine laugh that did all kinds of
things to my body. He grabbed my hips and flipped me over
onto my stomach, ripping the rest of the dress off like it was
tissue paper. He lifted my hips and immediately buried his face
into me. I cried out as he went from biting my clit to licking
and sucking and shoving his tongue so deep inside me I
thought I would explode.
He dipped fingers back into my cunt, massaging my inner
walls while his tongue worked circles around my clit. I pushed
my face into the bed and bit hard on the blankets. I was so
fucking close to coming on his face when he suddenly
withdrew his fingers again. Before I could protest, one of his
fingers found my ass and began to push so, so slowly. I pulled
away slightly, nervous at the pressure building there. A hard
smack came down on my ass, and I yelped into the bed. A
whole new wave of heat flooded me at the stinging heat on my
ass cheek.
“Stay. Still.” He rubbed the area where he had smacked
me, soothing the sting. “I told you, princess. This body is
mine, and I will take whatever part of you I want.” He spit in
between my cheeks and rubbed his thumb on my clit, making
me push back towards him while he pushed a finger into my
tight hole. Part of his finger slipped in as he continued his
slow, measured circles on my clit.
I was greedy for him, pushing back on his finger, trying to
get more of it inside me. My breaths were coming short and
fast. I was gripping the sheets in my fists and between my
teeth, moaning through the intense pleasure he was causing.
The warmth was building to an unbearable level as he moved
his finger and his thumb in even strokes.
“Please, don’t stop. Right there,” I whispered into the
mattress.
“Scarlet.” My name rolled off his tongue in the most
delicious way. “Come.” The authority in his voice sent a ripple
of pleasure through my entire body. I was so close my whole
body was vibrating with need. He leaned over me, not
breaking his rhythm, and bit my shoulder…hard. “Come for
me, pet.”
My body shattered, and I vaguely felt myself cry out
through the sheer bliss racking my body. He pulled his finger
out of me and began to lick long, soft strokes from my clit all
the way up, while I tried to come back down to earth and
regain some sense of self.
“You taste like fucking heaven, pet. Next time I want you
to sit on my face and come in my mouth so I don’t miss a
drop.” He blew cool air on my cunt, and I moaned as I tried to
push back into his face again. “But right now, babe,” he said as
I felt the bed shift and heard the sound of his pants dropping to
the floor, “I need to be inside of you.”
I propped myself up on my elbows and looked back at him
as he stripped himself bare for me. Fuck me. Even his legs
were covered in tattoos. He peeled off his tight black boxers,
and I gasped at the sight of him. I couldn’t help myself. He
was unfairly blessed in both length and girth, and that silver
piercing right under the tip of him had my pussy clenching in
anticipation.
He stared at me for a long moment, rubbing himself from
base to tip. I could see the bead of precum, and my mouth
longed to lick it off. I wanted to taste him, feel him quiver and
stiffen when my tongue piercing roamed across his flesh. I
started to move to do just that when he laid a firm hand on my
hip.
“Roll over.” I smiled to myself. My sweet, sadistic
cinnamon roll wanted me to play submissive. Fueled purely by
lust at that point, I rolled over immediately and looked up at
him. “I want to see the look on your face when I’m inside you
for the first time.”
“Confident it’ll be a look of pure bliss and not
disappointment?” I may have wanted to please him, but I
never said I wouldn’t be a brat.
He smiled down at me, a dark smile that reminded me of
how an animal looks at its prey, and grabbed my jaw, his
fingers digging into my cheeks painfully. I whimpered. What
the fuck was wrong with me that this was what turned me on?
He gripped it harder, forcing my jaw to move and my mouth to
open. He leaned closer and spit right into my mouth.
My cunt convulsed, and heat flared through my abdomen.
He loosened his grip on my jaw just enough to let me close my
mouth, and I eagerly swallowed.
“Good girl,” he purred into my ear as his hand lowered
itself around my throat instead. He squeezed and slowly slid
himself into me, stretching me to the point I was worried he
wasn’t actually going to fit. That cold metal of his piercing
rubbed against me in the most amazing way. His eyes never
left mine, greedily lapping up my every reaction. It was
agonizingly slow the way he filled and stretched me. One of
his arms snaked around my hips and lifted them slightly so
that he could fit his entire length inside of me.
 “That’s not a look of disappointment,” he said as he smiled
against my mouth. I opened mine to him and let his tongue
flick over my piercing. He began to move with a slow and
gentle rhythm as he claimed me with his mouth. He tasted like
me and sin, and I soaked up every bit of it. I wrapped my legs
around his waist and pulled my hips up to grind on him as he
filled me up over and over again.
“I thought you were going to fuck me until I couldn’t
walk?”
With another wicked grin, he pulled completely out of me,
teasing my entrance with the tip of his cock. He ran his
piercing over my clit, and another moan escaped me. He sat
back on his heels and with a swift jerk, pulled me towards him
and wrapped my legs around his waist. In one rough motion,
he was back inside me at an angle that made me see God.
I cried out, and he covered my mouth with his hand so
roughly I could taste blood, but I reveled in it. I wanted it
harder, faster, rougher, and he was willing to do all of those
things. He fucked me mercilessly. My body was already
begging for another release. When he used his other hand to
pinch my clit, I screamed into his palm and rode each wave
that passed through my body. He didn’t slow down or ease up;
instead, he just fucked me at the same pace, still rubbing soft
circles with his thumb.
I was too sensitive—it was too much. It was all I could do
to hold on to his waist with my legs as he drove his cock into
me over and over again. My eyes rolled back in my head as
another climax found me, pushing me violently off the edge of
the waterfall. He slowed down his thrusts as I twitched and
whimpered beneath him. His hand left my mouth and trailed
down my chest, tweaking each nipple and twisting until he got
a gasp out of me.
“You are the most beautiful fucking creature I have ever
seen.” He pulled out of me and flipped me over onto my belly.
I was a warm pile of goo to do with what he wanted. He
smacked my ass again and then kneaded it roughly with both
hands. I lifted my hips and pushed back, seeking him out,
obviously a glutton for punishment. He laughed spread my
cheeks apart as he slid back into me.
“I have an IUD,” I said. I looked back over my shoulder at
him. “I want to feel you come inside of me.”
“Fuck, babe,” he said between thrusts. “You want me to
come inside you, pet?” I nodded. “Say it. Beg me for it.” He
picked up his speed, driving me into the mattress.
“Please, Seb,” I begged. I didn’t care how pathetic it might
sound. I needed this man. I needed to feel him claim me.
“Come inside of me, please. I need to feel you spill yourself
inside of me, marking me as yours. Please.”
He grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked back hard,
giving him a better angle. He smacked my ass again, and the
pressure started to build. I fed off this tortuous mixture of pain
and pleasure.
The tip of his thumb found my ass and pushed in swiftly.
Between the sudden intrusion of pain and the fullness I felt, I
came again, squeezing his cock for all it was worth. He sped
up through my orgasm and then stilled, fully sheathed inside
of me as I felt him spill into me. I squeezed him and rotated
my hips, milking him for all he was worth. He trailed kisses
down my spine and slowly pulled out.
“Stay there, love. Let me clean you up.” He came back
with a warm, wet cloth and gently cleaned me before helping
me into an oversized shirt he had found in a drawer. He pulled
down the covers and helped me inside. He kissed me again,
softly this time, and then murmured into my hair how beautiful
I was.
“Stay with me,” I said through a yawn.
He did.
 SCARLET

Sebastian held true to his word. We had sex three more times
that night, and by the end, I was begging him to stop. I had
never had that many orgasms within that short of a time frame,
and I was pretty sure my pussy was going to short-circuit.
When I woke up, it was with a hangover and a very sore body.
Sebastian’s arm was draped across my torso, and his breathing
was even.
I slipped out from under him and threw on a T-shirt before
sneaking out of the room and down to the kitchen. Every step
was a bit painful, sending very clear memories of all the
incredible sex I had had in the last few hours. Sebastian was
right—I would be remembering what he felt like all day. I
remembered the way to the kitchen pretty easily, and lucky
me, sitting at the table was Elliot, looking like a tatted Li
Shang with that man bun and those muscles. He was, of
course, shirtless because all of these guys seemed to like to
torture me.
“Good morning, sunshine!”
He looked up at my cheery greeting and raised his
eyebrows as he took in my bare legs. “Sounded like you and
Sebastian had a fun night last night.” I made my way to the
pantry and rooted around until I found the sugariest cereal they
had. “Judging by the bruises, I’d say you’re feeling a little
sore.”
“You,” I said, pointing the box of cereal in his direction as
I made my way to the fridge to get the milk, “just sound
jealous.” He scoffed and went back to reading the newspaper.
“Who even reads the newspaper anymore? I thought only
middle-aged dads sat around in the morning reading the sports
section.”
He ignored me, so I continued to make my bowl of cereal.
I jumped up onto the counter and watched him read while I
ate. I looked over at the microwave. 10:00 a.m. I couldn’t
remember the last time I had been able to sleep that late.
“Hey, where’s Tristan?”
“Why?”
“Because I want to talk to him about my role.”
Elliot sighed and laid his paper down on the table, crossing
his arms. “Get your dirty, bare ass off our clean counter and
maybe I’ll tell you.”
“It’s not dirty,” I said as I hopped off and put my bowl in
the sink. “Sebastian took very good care cleaning me up last
night.” I winked at him and got an eye roll in return.
“He’s in the music room,” he said as he picked back up his
paper.
“There’s a music room?”
He threw his head back and rubbed his eyes. “You are
fucking insufferable. Yes, there is a music room. There are
many rooms. It’s on the other side of the house, ground floor,
back right-hand side. Just keep following the hallways and
you’ll eventually hear him drumming away in there. Now
please, leave me alone.”
I held up my hands in mock surrender and made my way
out of the kitchen.
It wasn’t as hard to make my way around the house as I
thought it would be. Since I was pointed in the general
direction, it only took me a couple of minutes to find him. The
closer I got, the louder the drumming became. I had no clue
that Tristan was a drummer, and I couldn’t tell if he was good
or not because honestly all drummers just sounded like they
were banging on shit.
But when I opened the door a crack and saw him shirtless,
his blond hair flying in all different directions as he twirled the
drumsticks and beat the shit out of those drums, I decided it
didn’t really matter if he was any good. Because he looked
damn good doing it.
 I opened the door the rest of the way and walked in, taking
a look around. There were soundproofing squares scattered
around all the walls, comfy couches and bean bag chairs, and
all different kinds of instruments dotted around the room. He
looked up at me and smirked as I took a seat in one of the bean
bag chairs relatively close to his drum set. He stopped and
turned towards me, twirling and tossing the drumsticks around
in his hands like a nervous habit.
“What can I help you with today, Scarlet?” He was out of
breath, his muscled chest moving with the effort. I gave him a
long look before answering, my eyes snagging on the bars in
his nipples.
“I was wondering if I could be put to work soon? I’m
going to get bored around here if all there is to do is watch
TV.”
“It’s kind of cute that you think I would trust you so soon
to access our private files.”
I groaned and rolled my eyes. “What am I going to do with
all your precious files? It’s not like I have anyone to sell that
shit to.” He just gave me a pointed look. “Fine. I get it. First
thing on the list: earn your trust. What am I supposed to do
until then?” He smiled and rolled one of the drumsticks
between his knuckles. It made me very curious as to what
those fingers could do elsewhere.
“I was thinking we could get your fighting skills back up
to par. Elliot is a great trainer. I’m sure he’ll whip you into
shape quite quickly.”
“Oh, fuck me, Tristan,” I groaned.
“I think you need a break after Seb, babe. Maybe next
time.” He winked at me, and I flipped him off even though my
very sore pussy clenched at the thought. She needed to calm
down and take a breather before trying to convince me to jump
right back into bed with one, if not all three, of these guys.
“Turn of phrase, asshole. Sorry if I’m not super stoked to
be training with the big guy. He’s really not that fond of me,
and I’m pretty sure he is going to love beating the crap out of
me on the mat.”
Tristan laughed and stood to hover over me. He held out
his hand and helped me up off the chair.
“Let’s go, little Scar,” he said as he ran a finger across the
scar on my jaw. “Let’s go find him and show you where the
gym is. After you train with him for a bit, we can have lunch
and then take you outside to have some target practice. You’ll
be happy to hear that will be Seb. We’re all a good shot, but
Seb takes the cake. He’s an excellent marksman.”
“And you’re just too busy running all your ‘businesses’ to
help little ole me, right?”
“Right,” he laughed.
Tristan didn’t let go of my hand as we wandered the
hallways, him pointing out different rooms as we made our
way back to the front of the house. He sent me off to change
while he fetched Elliot. I figured with all the clothes they had
brought from my old place, they had grabbed everything,
including all my workout gear. Sebastian was nowhere to be
found when I got back to my room, so I quickly got changed,
threw my hair up in a bun, and made my way back downstairs.
“Let’s go, Elliot. Time to get this little thing back in
shape,” Tristan said as he took my hand again. Elliot followed
the movement and rubbed his hands over his face. I was very
positive Elliot was about to take out a lot of frustrations on me.
This was not going to be pleasant.
“I would like to point out that I am not out of shape,” I said
as we walked off. “I am just out of practice. There’s a
difference. I continued to work out while I was on the run.”
“Compared to what I’m about to put you through,” Elliot
said as he opened the door to a very impressive in-home gym,
“you are out of shape.”
I stepped inside and looked around. One wall was made
entirely of mirrors with free weights lined up along one side.
There were a couple of ellipticals and treadmills, a rowing
machine, and a squat rack. Elliot stepped onto the mats in the
middle of the room and beckoned me over. Tristan dropped
my hand and gave my ass a smack.
“Knock him dead, kid. I’ve got some business to attend to.
I’ll come back and get you.”
“When?” I asked, glancing over at the clock on the wall.
“Aw,” Elliot cooed from across the room. “I think she’s
afraid to be alone with me, T.”
“Never,” I said before reaching up and smacking Tristan
with a bruising kiss, forcing his mouth to open to mine. He
leaned into it, and I took his lip between my teeth and bit hard
before breaking it and looking back at Elliot. “I just wanted to
know when Tristan would be back, is all.” If he had been a
cartoon, smoke would’ve been blowing out of his ears.
“Okay then,” Tristan said with a clap of his hands. I looked
over my shoulder and smiled at him. “Have fun, you two.”
With that, the door clicked shut behind him, and Elliot pointed
to the mat.
“Get over here and stretch.”
I gave him a smirk but did as he said. He went over to the
stereo system on the wall and “Coming Undone” by Korn
began to blare through the speakers. Elliot watched me as I
stretched for the next few minutes, and I felt my body heat
under his gaze. The guy was going to have to stop looking at
me like that, or there was going to be more than just training
done on this mat.
“Alright then, spitfire. Let’s see what you’ve got. I’ll take
it easy on you.”
“How noble of you.”

He did not take it easy on me. My bruises got bruises. Every

inch of my body had taken a beating. I was kicked, punched,
slapped, and tripped eight million different times in the span of
two hours. When Tristan made his way back around noon, I
collapsed onto the floor in the most dramatic fashion I could
muster.
“Okay,” I said in between breaths. “Maybe, just maybe, I
am a bit out of shape.”
“You think?” Elliot asked at the same time that Tristan
laughed and helped me up.
“Why don’t you go get cleaned up, and I’ll make us some
lunch before our resident sniper takes you outside for target
practice.”
I nodded and limped off to the bedroom. A shower had
never felt so good. After I was clean, I inspected my bruises
that had popped up over my ribs, hip, thighs, and even the
vague outline of a hand across my neck. I was covered in
brushstrokes of purple and yellow.
I changed into some jeans and a T-shirt before making my
way back down to the kitchen. All three boys were scattered
around the kitchen. Tristan was cooking, Sebastian was
reclined at the table, and Elliot stood at the island, typing away
on his laptop. Sebastian patted his legs, and I took up
residence on his lap.
“How was training, pet?”
“I think she almost died,” Tristan said from the stove.
“When I went back to get her, she very dramatically fell to the
floor in a heap.”
“Big guy over there put me through the wringer with no
regard to how tired and sore I already was.”
Sebastian tightened his grip around my waist. “Want me to
kick him in the dick for you?” he murmured in my ear just
loud enough Elliot could hear. Elliot scoffed, but I could tell
by the tone of Seb’s voice he would actually do it if I wanted
him to. I smiled and leaned back into his chest, very content
with knowing I had at least one person on my side. I looked
over at Tristan, and he was smirking to himself while he
flipped the sandwich in the skillet. Well, maybe I had two.
“No, babe. If anyone is going to take him down, it’ll be
me.”
 After we ate, me sitting in Sebastian’s lap the entire time
because he refused to let me go, we made our way outside to
the shooting range they had set up in the back gardens. Tristan
stayed with me this time, but Elliot had mumbled about having
work to do and stomped off with his laptop under his arm.
“Don’t take him too seriously,” Sebastian said as we made
our way outside. “He’s gone through some real shit in his life,
and it makes him a lot less trusting than me and Tristan. Give
him time. You’re one of us now,” he said, sliding his arm
across my shoulders. “You wouldn’t even dream of betraying
us, would you?” There was something laced around the edges
of his tone that normally wasn’t there, and it sent a shiver
down my spine. It reminded me that Sebastian might act like
the Pillsbury Doughboy, but he was actually a gangster and a
murderer. And I’d do well to remember that.
I smiled up at him and shook my head. “Never, my sweet
cinnamon roll boy.”
Tristan let out a loud laugh and caught an angry glare from
Seb. “Cinnamon roll boy,” Tristan said, cracking another
smile. “Best fucking thing I’ve ever heard someone call you,
Seb. Best fucking thing.”
“Only our girl can call me that. Don’t get any ideas, T.”
Tristan just shoved his hands in his pockets and grinned.
Sebastian was loaded down with guns, and I slipped my
hand over the shotgun and took it off his arm and slinked out
of his grasp.
“I’m starting with this one. I love how these bullets
explode. Much less chance of survival.” I looked at it
appreciatively, and then Tristan slid his arm around my
shoulders and pulled me close.
“Yeah, I think you’re going to fit in just fine.”
 ELLIOT

It had been one very long week since Scarlet took over the
damn house. She pranced around like she owned the place in
long T-shirts that barely covered her ass and nothing else.
Sebastian followed her around the house with his eyes like a
lost puppy. Tristan was barely any better, but at least he hadn’t
stuck his dick in her…yet.
Every time she came into the room, a smile on her face and
a bowl of cereal in her hands, her eyes would flit to each one
of us as she smirked and decided which one she would sit next
to. It was like she had us in rotation, and every time it was my
turn to have her attention, I would just grit my teeth and try
my best to ignore how she smelled like lilacs and petrol. She
was constantly driving around the grounds on the quad bikes,
and that scent followed her around for the rest of the day.
It’s not that I had anything against Scarlet herself or that I
wasn’t attracted to her. But that girl was gunpowder and lead,
and I was just waiting for her to get under all of our skin and
then blow up in our faces.
We were in Tristan’s office, and she was still asleep. That
girl would sleep for the entire day if we’d let her. Then again,
with Sebastian in her bed every fucking night, she probably
needed it.
“Elliot,” Tristan said, bringing me back to the room.
“Yeah?”
“We need to make a move with her family. We need to
decide how we are going to handle this.”
I sighed and ran my hands over my face. “Are we sure we
want to keep her around instead of just giving her over as a
way to keep their fingers out of our pies?”
“Hah! Phrasing,” Seb laughed. I rolled my eyes.
 “Honestly,” Tristan said, leaning forward on his forearms,
“I think it’s the best way to guarantee they’ll stay under our
thumb. It’s like having a permanent hostage. A constant
bargaining chip in our hands. They’ll know if they fuck up we
can just use her.”
“Fine. How do you want to do it, then?”
“Let’s set up a meeting.”
“They’re going to want proof we have her,” Seb chimed in.
“So, we take her with us,” I said, leaning back into my
chair.
“No way are we taking her and putting her right in the line
of fire,” Seb said, his hackles instantly raising. Protective
bastard. Tristan sighed and shook his head.
“I agree with Seb. Taking her would give them the perfect
chance to just shoot her on the spot. Or take her. We are going
to have to leave her here with some of our most trusted people.
We can give them proof in the form of a live video feed or
something.”
I groaned inwardly. I didn’t really see this plan working. I
didn’t trust her. I didn’t trust anyone other than the two guys in
front of me. And the fact that they had let her in so quickly
worried the shit out of me.
We had known her for less than forty-eight hours before
Sebastian was fucking her and Tristan had welcomed her in as
a part of our circle. Granted, he hadn’t let her start working on
anything that would give her any ammunition against us, but
he was having her train with me every day. He was letting her
become more of a threat.
And every time she sauntered into the gym in her sports
bra and biker shorts, I damn near lost my mind. I couldn’t
decide if I wanted to knock her out or throw her on the ground
and fuck her into the mat until she was screaming my name. I
realized those were drastically different trains of thought, but
she seemed to bring out the worst in me, and I wasn’t quite
sure why that was yet.
 “I’ll get in contact with them today to try and figure out
when is a good time to sit down and talk this out like adults. I
want to get Scarlet as comfortable as possible with us, start
earning her trust so that she can earn ours.” Tristan stood and
walked over to his desk.
“Interesting way to look at it.” I earned a couple of hard
glares at that. “Look, I know I’m the odd man out here. You
guys both seem to trust her to a certain extent, and you trusted
her pretty quickly.”
“I never said I trust her,” Tristan cut in.
“I trust her,” Seb said. That earned him a look from
Tristan.
“You guys literally said yes to her after only knowing her
for two days. Don’t you think that’s a little quick?”
“I was able to build this…whatever this is… on intuition,
Elliot. I trust my gut. If I didn’t, we wouldn’t be where we are
today. I’m not saying I trust her, because I don’t. I would never
trust someone that quickly. But what I saw in her, El…” He
shook his head. “She’s beaten, bruised, and really fucking
down on her luck. Her own fucking family definitely wanted
her out of the picture. She just wants a place to belong. Why
can’t we give her a chance to belong here?”
I sighed and cradled my head in my hands. These idiots
were going to be the death of me one day. Tristan hadn’t
grown up in a happy home. Orphaned at the age of nine, he
was thrown into foster home after foster home and never
actually had a family until we got together as teenagers. So it
came as no surprise that Tristan wanted to pick this girl up as a
stray.
I met Tristan in high school. Once we got together, we ran
that whole fucking place. We were in charge of the drug trade,
we had the best parties, and not a soul made a move without us
knowing. He and I were kings of that high school campus. Our
operations kept growing as we got older, and once we were
eighteen, we decided to start making things look a little more
legal.
 We had to start explaining where all the money was
coming from. Tristan had been the brains behind all of that. He
researched and learned how to invest, how to get businesses
going, and got people to work for us. Slowly but surely, we
started to take the city over, business by business, gang by
gang.
There was so much bloodshed in the first few years, I
thought we would never wash it completely off our hands.
And then Sebastian came into the picture. He was just some
kid, fresh out of high school, that waltzed right up to our
fucking table one night while Tristan and I were in a meeting.
That fucker walked right up to us, ignoring every single gun
pointed right at his face, and asked Tristan for a private word.
The balls it took for him to do that immediately impressed
both me and Tristan. So when Tristan said yes and paused the
meeting, I knew right then and there that that scrawny-looking
kid, covered in tattoos, a cigarette hanging out of his mouth
like we weren’t in a fucking restaurant, was going to be our
third.
He had overheard some shit in the car park that turned out
to be very useful. After he had divulged that tidbit of
information, Tristan didn’t even hesitate to offer him a job.
“What can you do?” Tristan had asked him. “What are you
good at?”
Sebastian had smiled, and it was ugly and terrifying. It
would have a normal person running for the hills.
“I’m a pretty good shot. And I really don’t mind getting
my hands dirty.”
After that, we became the Triad. We had our fingers in
everything: clubs, restaurants, drugs, kill for hire, and all kinds
of “favors.” And we did everything together. All decisions
were made with a group vote, never a dictatorship. Until
Scarlet. I was okay with being talked into going to get the girl
and use her as a way to keep the Romanians out of our shit.
But I was a little bit further behind on the bandwagon of
keeping her.
 When we had come across Sebastian, he had been
someone with important information and a very useful skill
set. But when it came to Scarlet, she was just a hot piece of ass
from a rival family that could supposedly work with
computers. And that didn’t seem useful to me when we
couldn’t even trust her enough yet to let her work. So for now,
all she was good for was getting Seb’s dick wet, tempting
Tristan, and annoying the shit out of me.
“Alright,” I said, coming out of my own thoughts. “I get it.
I trust you, and so I will try to trust her.”
“Maybe stop being such an ass to her all the time and
she’ll show you why I became so fond of her,” Seb said,
snickering into his coffee.
“Oh, you don’t want her all to yourself, Seb?”
“Why would I keep her to myself?” I saw Tristan light up a
bit at that. It was a subtle change, but I saw it. “That girl has
more to give than one man can handle. And I see the way she
looks at all of us. The way she takes turns and makes sure
everyone gets attention. You can’t tell me you haven’t noticed
that.”
I barked out a laugh because I actually had. I hadn’t fully
made my mind up as to why I thought she did that, but now
my dick really wanted Sebastian’s theory to be right.
“Alright, enough,” Tristan said. “Go wake her up, El. You
were supposed to start training thirty minutes ago.”
“Lucky bastard,” Seb mumbled. “I want to train our little
pet. Rubbing up against her all day. Pinning her to that mat.
Slipping those tight short off of her and slipping in…” He
trailed off, and I whacked him on the back of the head before
making my way across the room.
“Great, Seb. Now that’s all I’m going to be able to think
about for the next couple hours.”
“Good. Maybe getting laid will help that icy exterior of
yours.” I flipped him off as I made my way out of the office
and down the several hallways to her room.
 Her room. I rolled my eyes. She had started calling it her
room on her first day. Like she had already decided this was
also her house. And maybe it was. Maybe having someone
like her around to keep Seb in line, give Tristan some
consistency and comfort, and give me…I didn’t know what
she would bring to the table for me yet. But maybe having all
of those things wrapped up in a cute little package wouldn’t be
such a bad idea.
But she still needed to earn my trust. I wasn’t going to
walk into this with my cock leading the way. Because if I did,
it would blindly lead me straight to her. I opened her door
without knocking and found her naked, lying on her stomach
with her ass fully on display. Her inky hair spread across the
dark sheets.
“Fuck me,” I mumbled under my breath.
She turned her head in my direction and lifted her ass,
swaying it from side to side, and smiled.
“With pleasure, love.”
My cock twitched, and I took a deep breath, letting my icy
mask fall back on my face. She was not going to get to me that
easily.
“Get up, temptress,” I said, leaning against the doorframe.
“Time for training.”
She smiled wider and lifted her naked body off the bed,
shamelessly flaunting every curve of it in front of me. God,
her tits were perfect. I didn’t let my eyes stray any lower
before telling her I’d be in the gym and I expected to see her
down there in five. I turned on my heel and stalked out,
readjusting myself and trying to think about anything other
than her ass in the air.
 SCARLET

All three guys were on edge, and it was stressing me out. It

had been nine days since I was abducted by them, eight days
since they told me they’d keep me, and two days since they
had called my family and set up a meeting. I was constantly
keeping track of every hour and every day they kept me. I
couldn’t help myself. I woke up every day wondering if they
would change their minds. Just because Seb was fucking me
and Tristan seemed to be growing fonder of me didn’t mean
they couldn’t change their minds and throw me to the wolves.
Tristan wouldn’t tell me anything about anything. He kept
telling me it was for my own good. I didn’t need to know
because I would just worry about it. Little did he know the less
I knew, the more I worried. I was completely in the dark on
what time the meeting was, where it would be, and what all
they would be telling them. The only thing he kept saying was
that he promised me he would keep me safe.
Strange words to hear from a leader of a crime syndicate.
Seb had been saying the same thing every night he came to
my room. Last night when he showed up, just as I was getting
out of the shower and crawling into bed, he had grabbed hold
of me with a new force and thrown me onto the mattress so
hard I had bounced a few times before he was on top of me,
kissing me like his damn life depended on it.
“What’s wrong, Seb?” I asked when he had finally
released my mouth long enough for me to come up for air.
“Nothing, princess,” he had murmured into my neck. “I
just need to feel you.” And damn did he feel me. He had
fucked me into that mattress so hard I saw stars by the time he
had finished. When he held me after, tenderly rubbing all the
bruises and bite marks he had left, he kissed my hair and
murmured, “I will fight anyone tomorrow that tries to tell us
we can’t keep you.”
 “It’s tomorrow?” I asked.
“Yeah,” he said as his hands wove through my hair.
“Feel free to maim or kill anyone you see fit,” I said
without humor. “I really would prefer to not go back there.”
Once the sun was starting to set, they all went to their
separate rooms to get ready. I assumed that meant it was time.
I snuck into Tristan’s room while he was in the shower and
made myself comfortable on his bed. His room was the exact
opposite of Sebastian’s. Where Seb’s was dark and moody,
Tristan’s was bright and almost cozy. Everything about his
room welcomed you in. I picked up the drumsticks on his
nightstand and tried flipping them between my knuckles like I
saw him do so many times.
“You aren’t holding them correctly,” he said as he stepped
out of his bathroom in a burst of steam. His blond hair was
still wet, dripping down his neck and the sides of his face. His
towel was wrapped around his waist, accenting his delicious
muscles. Just like Seb, Tristan’s tattoos covered every inch of
his rock-hard torso. I didn’t think it was possible to have
muscles in places where these guys had muscles.
“Whatever,” I said, tossing them aside. I was in my usual
outfit for lounging around the house which meant I was in a T-
shirt and nothing else. When I caught him staring at my bare
legs with heat in his eyes, I spread them in a silent invitation
just as I had with Sebastian that first time. Maybe I could give
him a little more incentive to keep me around. He groaned as
he took me in, my sex bare to him. I smiled when I saw his
cock push at the towel around his hips.
“Scarlet,” he groaned as he sank down onto the bed next to
me and caged me in with his arms. I was praying that towel
would slip from his hips and I would get a glimpse of him, but
that thing had more willpower than Elliot. “I have a very
important meeting,” he said, moving his mouth closer to mine.
I licked my lips, and his eyes followed my tongue with lust.
“I could help you take the edge off.” I closed the distance
between our mouths, because fuck being the girl that waits for
the guy to make the first move, and while he opened his
delicious mouth to me, I slid my hand under his towel and
pushed it off his waist. He pulled his mouth from mine.
“Scar—” he started, but I took his girth in my hand and
squeezed. His eyes glazed over with heat.
“Yes?” I asked him as I stroked him, base to tip, swiping
my thumb over the bead of precum. I swiped my tongue across
his open mouth, and he moaned. I pushed him back on the bed,
and he let me, giving over the power to me. I situated myself
between his thighs and admired him, spread out for me like a
chiseled god. “Did you want to say something?”
“No.”
“Didn’t think so.”
His cock was beautiful, not as thick as Seb’s, but I could
still just barely fit my fingers around him. And he was long
enough to know that I would be struggling to take him very
deep in my throat. My cunt clenched at the thought. I trailed
my tongue up the underside of him and swirled it around the
head, grazing my teeth just enough to mix a little pain with his
pleasure. His abs and cock jumped at the sensation, and I
smiled against him.
I took him in my mouth, and he moaned, sending shock
waves straight to my core. I loved how in control I felt with a
cock in my mouth. He was at my mercy. I was affecting him
like this. I had his pleasure in the palm of my hand. His fingers
wove themselves into my hair and pushed me further down. I
grabbed the base of him, working my hand in time with my
mouth. I could hear his breathing change as I felt my own
excitement between my thighs.
My other hand snaked between my legs, rubbing circles
around my clit. I moaned against his shaft, and he twitched
again. I dipped a finger inside myself as Tristan looked down
at me, meeting my eyes while I took as much of him in my
mouth as I could.
“Fuck, Scar,” he whispered as he saw my hand moving
between my legs. “Are you touching yourself?” I moaned in
confirmation, and that was his undoing. “I’m going to fuck
your face now.” I grinned and pushed another finger into my
cunt as his fingers gripped my hair so tightly tears formed in
the corners of my eyes. The pain was exquisite.
He pushed me all the way down on his cock, and I relaxed
my throat to take him fully. He held me there for a few
seconds, and I swallowed over and over again, enjoying the
look of sheer pleasure on his face as my throat moved against
him. When he pulled out, I took a breath and let the tears fall
down my cheeks. He groaned and pushed me down again,
quicker this time, up and down. He pounded into my throat,
and I loved every second. The harder he pushed, the faster I
rubbed myself.
I could feel the familiar tingle of an orgasm building
between my legs at the brutal assault on my mouth. I looked
up at him and met his eyes as I fell over the edge of my own
orgasm, the most delicious heat flooding my limbs, and he
pumped one last time into my mouth. He held me there,
spilling into my throat, as I swallowed everything he could
give me. He threw his head back and moaned so loudly, I
knew the other guys had to have heard it. I withdrew my
fingers as he pulled out of me with a pop.
I smirked, crawling up his spent body, and lay on top of
him. He grabbed both sides of my face in his hands and kissed
me hard, licking the roof of my mouth, my teeth, and tangling
with my tongue. He wiped the tears off my cheeks when he
broke the kiss.
“That was the hottest goddamn thing I’ve ever seen.” I
smiled and kissed him again. “You didn’t have to do that,
Scar,” he said against my mouth. “We aren’t trading sexual
favors for your safety.”
I shrugged. “I wanted to.” I ran my hand through his still-
damp hair. “You’ve been nice to me when you didn’t have to
be.”
“Sebastian is going to kill me.”
I laughed and laid my head on his chest. “No, he isn’t.
He’ll learn how to share.” I felt him tense underneath me
before he took a breath and started drawing circles on my back
with his fingers.
“I need to get dressed.” He kissed my hair, and I gently
rolled off him, letting him get up and finish getting ready.
“Can you tell me something about how tonight is going to
go? Just anything?”
He slipped on a pair of black boxer briefs that hugged his
ass perfectly. “We’re meeting them on the border of our
territory. At a restaurant.”
“Okay,” I drawled. “And what’s the plan? What are you
going to tell them?” He sighed as he pulled on some dark
pants and a button-up shirt. He turned around to face me as he
rolled up his sleeves, exposing his strong forearms. “Just tell
me, Tristan. I don’t know what you guys think I would do or
could do with any information about what is happening
tonight, seeing as I’m going to be heavily guarded by your
men and have literally no way of contacting the outside
world.”
“I’m going to tell them that we found you and are keeping
you in exchange for them staying the fuck away from our
business. If they want you to stay out of the family business,
then we’ll keep you out of it. If they fuck with us, we’re going
to say we will let you loose to claim your title.”
“They don’t know that I know it was them that put the hit
out.”
“Yeah, we’re counting on that. If they try to play dumb and
say that they want you back and they try to pay us off, we’ll
just tell them we know it was them that tried to have you taken
out. So they need to back off or we’ll tell them you know it
was them and watch all hell break loose.” I nodded and leaned
back on his pillows.
“You guys need to be careful,” I said as I stared at the
ceiling. “My father always brings Samuel with him.” I took a
deep breath, knowing I was about to feed them information
that would see me killed twice over if my family found out.
 “Who’s Samuel? We requested a meeting only with your
father and his second, Mateus.”
“Samuel is the guy in the shadows. He will find a vantage
point no matter where he is or where you guys are. He’s an
excellent marksman, would give Seb a run for his money. You
would never see it coming. And once my father finds out you
have me, he may not hesitate to use him.”
Tristan pondered this for a moment before nodding and
going back into his bathroom. “Then we’ll just have to have
our own sniper join us. Make sure the playing field is a little
more even.”
Sebastian knocked and walked in, looking like the devil
himself dressed in all black and covered in tattoos. He looked
down at my T-shirt, still bunched up around my hips, and
grinned like a wolf.
“Well, well, what happened here?” he asked as he leaned
against the doorframe. I smiled and pulled my shirt down as I
climbed off the bed.
“Just spreading the love around,” I said as I drew up on my
tiptoes and kissed him hard on the mouth. His fingertips dug
into my hips, and I could already feel his arousal pushing into
my belly. Too bad they didn’t have time to play. “Be careful,” I
said as I broke the kiss. “All of you!” I said a little louder so
that Tristan could hear from where he was.
“Always, babe,” Seb said and smacked my ass as I walked
out of Tristan’s room and made my way downstairs to the
kitchen. If I was going to have to sit in the house, alone all
night, worried sick about those idiots, I was going to do it with
an ample amount of snacks and liquor.
 TRISTAN

“I’ll admit, it probably wasn’t the best time for it to happen,” I

said to Seb as we loaded into the blacked-out SUV.
“Best time for what?” Elliot asked as he climbed in after
us. Sebastian had been giving me shit for the impromptu blow
job the entire walk to the car. “What did I miss?” Elliot had
made a last-minute call to get our sniper to the meeting as
well, just in case.
“Our boy T here has crossed over to the dark side. He let
our little pet wrap that sweet mouth of hers around his dick to
take the edge off.”
“That was not why I let her do that,” I said, firmly cutting
him off. But he just snickered to himself and watched Elliot
for his reaction. To both of our surprise, Elliot just tipped his
head back and laughed. Seb and I exchanged a look and then
moved our eyes back to Elliot.
“This girl is going to be the death of us all,” he said once
he had calmed down. He looked out the window, and we rode
in silence the rest of the way there. It was a pretty long drive
considering we were on the other side of the city, out in the
country, and we had to meet them as close to the border of our
territories as possible.
Years of meetings like this had pretty much numbed me to
any kind of anxiety or jitters, but this night felt different. We
hadn’t gone up against a group this established with so much
to lose and gain at the same time. If they didn’t accept this
deal, I wasn’t too sure what the next move was going to be.
It had only been a bit over a week since I had met this girl,
but I knew we couldn’t hand her over to the slaughterhouse.
We were going to have to figure out something else to keep
her safe if they demanded she be given back.
“Seb,” I started as we pulled up to the closed restaurant.
“Remember, if they don’t agree to this deal, you cannot go into
fucking Rambo mode and just shoot everyone up in there,
yeah?” His jaw ticked like his body was rejecting the order.
But he knew better. He knew we had to tread carefully, or
Scarlet could be the one that ended up getting hurt.
He nodded. We all stepped out of the car, straightened our
jackets and adjusted our pieces, and walked into that restaurant
ready to make a deal for our girl.

Scarlet’s father, who was only ever called Domnul Dulca and
never by his first name, and his second, Mateus, were already
seated at the back of the restaurant. The table was set up so
that neither side would face their backs to the front or back of
the restaurant. Both of them were seated on their side, and on
the other side of the table was only one chair.
To the outside world, I was the leader of the Triad, the one
that made all the decisions and ran the businesses. Elliot and
Sebastian were seen as my bodyguard and the enforcer,
respectively. So when we went to meetings, I sat and they
stood. I found out early on in this life that it was good to make
people feel off balance. You wanted them a little bit at your
mercy. And when I sat down but the two big guys stood
behind me, it made them feel intimidated.
“Gentlemen,” I said as I pulled my chair out and sat across
from them. “Thanks for coming.” Scarlet’s father was old as
dirt itself and severely out of shape. He sat there with his white
hair combed over to the side and his belly pushing into the
table. His face was passive as he gave me a nod and then
looked at the two behind me.
“You said it was important. And I’ve heard rumors about
what this might be about. Let’s hear it.”
I smiled and leaned back in my chair, comfortable with the
fact that if they made a move to use their hidden threat, I could
use our own.
“We found your daughter the other night,” I said, folding
my hands together on my lap. “At a dirty old house party on
the outskirts of our city.” I looked at him, but he gave nothing
away about how he was feeling. I continued. “Now, growing
up in your family, she surely knew she had no business being
in our territory.”
He grunted and smiled a cold smile that didn’t reach his
eyes.
“Make your point, mutt.”
I felt the guys tense behind me, holding themselves from
striking out at them for the derogatory nickname people had
taken to calling me…normally behind my back. I wasn’t a
“pure breed” like these old-timers, and they loved reminding
me. Not that it bothered me. I had made this empire for myself
instead of just walking into it like these lazy fucks did. I
smiled just as coldly right back at him.
“We heard a rumor that she didn’t just run away for shits
and giggles. Instead, she ran away because someone tried to
kill her in the dead of night on her twenty-first birthday. And
the specific rumor is that it was you that put the hit out on your
own daughter.”
He went pale as a damn sheet and coughed to cover up the
surprise showing on his face.
“What’re you getting at?” Mateus asked.
“We have her. And we’re going to keep her. In return for
this favor, you are going to keep your greedy little paws out of
our business and stay in your own.”
“Why would I care if you keep her or give her back?” He
scoffed. “She doesn’t have the faintest idea who it was that
called out that hit on her.”
“Because if we give her back, she’s going to raise hell. I
will tell her what you did, and she will try to dismantle your
entire system. And if you think she won’t, then you really
don’t know her at all. We have known her for a week, and we
can already see that she is far more fit to run your little crime
organization than you ever were.” The words came out of my
mouth before I could stop them, but at that point there was no
going back. They were out there in the void, and I swore he
could see right through me.
“Ah,” he said, crossing his arms and leaning back slightly
in his chair. “Deci o fuți pe curva aia?” So you’re fucking the
bitch.
Pure unadulterated rage flowed through my veins, and it
was all I could do to not reach across the table and shove the
knife I had tucked up in my sleeve into his fat throat. Out of
the corner of my eye, I saw Sebastian move. I may be the only
one in our group that understood Romanian, but it was clear in
her father’s tone he hadn’t said anything pretty. Seb just
moved an inch before Elliot was able to put a hand on him to
stop him, but it was enough for Dulca to notice.
“Oh,” he said as his smile grew deeper. “You all are? What
a little curvă she’s become in these past few years.” My blood
boiled harder than before. If he didn’t shut his mouth soon and
agree to our terms, we were going to start an all-out gang war
with the restaurant being ground zero. “Fine, boy,” he said
with a wave of his hand. “Keep the bitch. Fuck her, breed her,
kill her, I don’t care. Just keep her out of our shit, and we will
stay out of yours. But first,” he said, leaning closer, “I need
proof you have her. Not to offend, but I don’t trust the words
of gangsters.”
“Elliot,” I said, gesturing for him to give me the phone.
“This is a live feed of her in the home where we are keeping
her.” The screen lit up, and there she was, in one of her
Metallica T-shirts, lounging on the couch where we told her to
sit until told otherwise and shoveling popcorn into her mouth.
It was all I could do to not smile at screen before handing it
over to her father. He rolled his eyes.
“And how do I know this is a live feed?”
“Time stamp,” Elliot spoke up. “Top right-hand corner.”
Dulca’s eyes drifted towards it and grunted in approval before
sliding the phone back across the table.
“Can I ask,” I said through gritted teeth, “why is it that you
don’t want her taking your place?”
 “She would’ve never taken my place. She’s a woman,” he
scoffed like this should’ve been common sense. Little did he
know, I wasn’t a bigot. “Besides that, she was headstrong and
couldn’t take orders. I would’ve had someone over her head,
but she would’ve never listened. And I wasn’t about to let her
have access to all the family money.”
“You’re right. She would’ve never listened. But that’s only
because she knows better than you,” I said, standing and
holding my hand out to him. “Nice doing business with you.”
He shook my hand without standing. Zero fucking respect for
anyone but himself. “If I see or hear of a single one of your
guys on our side of things without my permission, I will kill
them.”
He laughed and pulled his hand from mine. “Yeah, yeah,”
he said with another wave of his hand. I fucking hated it when
people did that. “I told you we have a deal, so we have a deal,
mutt. Just be sure to keep up your side of it. And tell my
darling daughter hello for me, will you?”
Seb snorted, and I gave him a sharp look before Elliot led
us out of the restaurant.
“That could’ve gone much worse,” Elliot said as we
climbed back into the car.
“It was over quickly. Too quickly. He didn’t even put up a
fight or question us,” Seb worried. I agreed with him. That
whole meeting went too smoothly.
“Well, for now, we assume he’s telling the truth, but be on
guard in case he has something up his sleeve. Maybe he does
just want her out of their life that badly.”
“Badly enough to blindly trust a rival gang to keep her out
of it?”
“I’m sure there’s more to the story,” Elliot said as he put
his phone to his ear. “There’s no way he was willing to kill off
his only kid just because she was a girl. I’m sure that
contributed to the decision knowing how he is, but it has to go
deeper than that.”
 “I agree,” I said as I scrolled through my own phone,
checking emails and making sure I hadn’t missed anything
important in the last half hour.
“Hey,” Elliot said into his phone. “Everything is fine, calm
down.” He rolled his eyes. “We’re done. We’ll be home in a
bit.” He had called Scar? I was shocked, and I knew it was
written all over my face just the way it was written all over
Seb’s. Elliot listened to Scarlet for a minute and then, “Night,”
and he hung up.
“Did you just call Scarlet?” Sebastian asked.
“Don’t say a fucking word,” he said to both of us with that
deadly stare I had seen so many people shrink back from. But I
just laughed.
“You were worried about her, weren’t you?” I asked. “You
knew she was worried about how the deal was going to go
down tonight, and you didn’t want her sitting there freaking
out.”
“Fuck off.”
“Told you,” Seb said as he slid down in his seat to get
more comfortable. “She’s our girl. All of ours.”
“Once again,” Elliot said, his temper clearly rising. His
entire face had gone red. “Fuck. Off.”
Seb and I just laughed and went back to scrolling on our
own phones, letting Elliot stew in whatever realization he had
come to in that meeting.
“He called her a bitch,” I said after we had been on the
road in silence for some time.
“And a slut,” Sebastian pointed out.
I sighed and scrubbed my hands over my face.
“I don’t think I have ever been so eager to spill blood than
I was in that moment.” Seb and Elliot both grunted their
agreements.
“I would love to get my hands on him,” Sebastian said as
he played with the butterfly knife he took with him
everywhere. He had that crazed look in his eyes he always got
when he was thinking about torturing people. “Maybe one day
me and my little pet can slice him up together.” He flipped the
knife and caught it in the palm of his hand. “She might like to
see him bleed.”
“She might like to make him bleed,” Elliot said, and I
snickered a laugh.
How the hell we had managed to stumble across her, a
woman that enjoyed bloodshed as much as ourselves, I had no
idea. But I wasn’t complaining.
 SCARLET

I crawled into Tristan’s bed after I got off the phone with Elliot
and fell asleep pretty much immediately. I had planned to lie
there and watch TV or something until they made their way
home. I really wanted to ask him how the meeting had gone.
Elliot being the one to call had surprised me so much that I
had forgotten to ask what had happened. So I just handed the
phone back to Matthew, the bodyguard they had put on me for
the night, and made my way upstairs.
I woke up to the weight of the bed shifting and rolled over
to see Tristan, naked except for his boxer briefs, crawling
under the covers. He snaked his arm around me and pulled me
to his chest.
“How’d it go?”
“A little too easy,” he murmured against my hair. “Your
dad is a piece of work.”
“To put it mildly.”
“How did you put up with that for so long?”
“I didn’t really have a choice,” I sighed. “What was I
supposed to do? Run away?” I laughed, and he surprised me
by catching it with his mouth. His lips were soft against mine
as he stroked my hair. The gentleness of him took my breath
away. When he pulled back, he looked into my eyes, and the
pity there set off my temper. I sighed and pulled away from
him.
“Anything else I should know about the meeting?”
“Whoa,” he said, pulling me back into his chest. “Where’d
you just go?”
“I don’t need your pity, Tristan.” It was a look I was all too
familiar with. When you run off without a penny to your
name, struggle to make ends meet, and constantly look like a
starving homeless person, you see a lot of it. “I made my life
after him work. I got multiple jobs, made my own money, and
had a roof over my head.”
“Scrumpo,” he purred as he gripped my chin. Hearing him
call me his precious one in Romanian was enough to thaw my
hardened heart. “I was not looking at you with pity. I was
looking at you like that because I was sad we didn’t get to you
sooner. We could’ve saved you going through all that shit.” He
pushed my hair out of my face and ran his fingertips down my
back. “I see myself in you, Scar. You came from a bad
situation, went through hell, and came out of the other end of
it alive. And stronger for it.” His fingers tangled in the ends of
my hair.
I smiled and kissed him again. At a loss for words at how
kind he was being, I pushed into him and ground my hips into
his. A purely male growl came from his chest as he deepened
the kiss and swiped his tongue across my own. His hands
drifted down to my ass and squeezed hard enough I knew
there’d be little purple bruises across my skin. My hand sought
out his cock, but he stopped me, breaking the kiss.
“Scarlet, stop.” His hand pushed mine out of the way as his
fingers danced around the hem of my T-shirt. “I think I owe
you one, love.” The tips of his fingers found my bare slit
where wetness had already pooled between my thighs. I
could’ve screamed with the urgency I felt to see what those
strong fingers could do.
One slowly pushed between my folds and made slow
circles around my clit, eliciting a soft gasp from between my
lips. I pushed my hips, trying to get him to give me what I
wanted, what I needed. I opened my eyes and found him
watching me, drinking in every fleeting emotion there. His eye
contact turned me on even more and sent a whole new rush of
heat through my body.
“Tristan,” I pleaded. He just smiled and dipped a single
finger inside of my needy cunt, and I clenched around him. It
was just enough sensation to send me grinding against his
hand. I loved being teased with light touches just as much as
being tied up and spanked. His thumb drifted to my clit, and
he pushed gently, teasingly, as his finger moved in and out of
me with painstaking slowness. My head pushed into his
shoulder, and I panted against his bare skin, watching that
muscled forearm tense and move against my body.
He pumped another finger inside of me, and I groaned into
his shoulder, biting down on the hard flesh there until I tasted
blood. He hissed and pushed his thumb in faster circles as he
added a third finger. I stifled a scream at how he thrust them
deep inside of me, curling them and hitting that spot that made
my eyes cross. The steady rhythm he found with those
drummer’s fingers were about to send me over the edge.
“Do you like that, baby girl?” God fucking save me. Baby
had never been something I allowed anyone to call me, but
coming off his lips, with his hot breath against my ear and his
fucking fingers driving me over the cliff, it was the hottest
thing I had ever heard.
“Tristan,” I moaned against his mouth. I wrapped my
hands around his neck, and my fingers tugged on his soft hair.
“Answer me,” he said, suddenly slowing his fingers.
“Yes.”
“Yes what?” He bit my lip and pulled it into his mouth.
“Yes, sir.”
“Good girl,” he murmured. “What a good little slut you
are. Ride my fingers, baby.”
His fingers picked up their pace again as a whole new
warmth took over my body at his words. That pressure built,
and our breaths mixed. He watched me with hooded eyes as
my body relaxed and went taut at the same time. My head
lolled back, and I let the orgasm flow through my blood,
making my toes curl and my thighs clench against his hand.
His name was a whisper on my lips. He saw me through it, his
fingers never slowing until I began to twitch, the sensation on
my clit too much.
“Fuck, Scar,” he said as he slowly withdrew his hand. I
took deep breaths and brought my eyes back to his. He
brought each one of his fingers to his mouth, one at a time,
savoring the taste of me. My hand drifted from his shoulder,
down across his hard chest and abs, and began playing with
the waistband of his boxers.
“Scarlet,” he said, putting a firm hand on mine. “You need
sleep. You have training early in the morning.” He kissed my
forehead. “And I’m not so selfish as to expect something in
return every time.” He gave me a quick peck on the lips and
then pulled me flush against him, cuddling me under his chin.
“How is it you manage to still smell like petrol after taking a
shower?”
“Do I?” I laughed and tried to smell it on my hair.
“You do. I like it. It’s comforting.”
“Okay, there’s definitely something to unpack there.” I
trailed kisses up his chest and across his collarbone into the
hollow of his throat. It was impossible to be so close to him
and not have my mouth on him. “You said you didn’t have a
great start to life,” I said, changing the subject. “Tell me about
that.” I felt him hesitate, but if they wanted me to trust them, I
was going to need them to open up to me. I needed to feel like
a part of them.
“I was dropped off on the doorstep of an orphanage when I
was a baby.” His fingers drifted mindlessly in circles up and
down my back. “Once that place shut down, all us kids were
put in different foster homes. I never had a kind one. As early
as I can remember, I was always with someone who couldn’t
afford to feed us because all the money was going towards
their drugs and/or alcohol. I had one foster parent who used to
keep us locked in the basement all night and most of the day.
Showers were a rarity, and our toilet was a single bucket that
was kept in the corner.”
I was appalled. The thought of Tristan as a little boy, kept
in a basement, never knowing what love or family was like
was enough to have my throat aching against the threat of
tears. I knew I couldn’t look at him or he would see the
sadness written all over my face. He had compared our lives,
but I grew up in a life of luxury. My parents may not have
been the best. My dad may have eventually tried to kill me,
but I was never locked in a basement, deprived of life, with a
bucket in the corner.
“Anyway,” he continued. “I was on the brink of just
running away around the age of fourteen. Honestly, living on
the street sounded better than living in any of the homes I was
forced to live in as a kid.” He sighed. “But then Elliot came
into the picture. He became my friend, my brother. He gave
me a place to go when life at my place was too much.” He
shrugged, and his hands moved to my hair.
“And we did what we had to do to survive. His parents
were into some bad shit, and we kind of just followed their
lead. We discovered we were good at it, really good at it. This
whole thing just grew from there. Sebastian, the crazy fuck,
came in later,” he laughed to himself, and I found I really liked
the sound.
“And you said the meeting tonight went too easily. So
what do we do next? Where do we go from here?” I rolled
onto my back, but his arms stayed around me. For cutthroat
gangsters, they really liked to cuddle.
“I’d like to get you trained up. I want Elliot to get you to a
point where we know you can handle your own shit. Not that
we can’t protect you, but we won’t be around every minute of
the day. I need Sebastian to get your marksmanship up to par. I
don’t expect you to be a sniper, but I also want you to be able
to shoot and hit a moving target where they need to be hit.”
“I’m excellent with a gun, thank you.”
“You are. But you could be better.”
I punched his bicep half-heartedly, and he just laughed.
“Do you have anything good to say?”
“Hmm,” he debated. “You’re pretty good with your
mouth.”
I punched him again. Harder, this time. “Fuck off. When
do I get to do some real stuff? Get out of this house with you
guys on some real business?”
“Soon.”
 “Noncommittal.”
“Get stronger. Get better. Earn our trust. I’ve got some
people that will have eyes on your father, watching and
waiting to see what his next move might be. I don’t trust him
as far as I can throw him. And I couldn’t throw that fat fuck
very far.” I rolled over again and pressed my back flush
against his front and took some comfort in the solid build of
his body.
“I just want to belong somewhere,” I admitted. “I want a
family.”
“I know, Scarlet. I know,” he whispered into my ear. “Get
some sleep. We can talk more about this stuff later. We have
nothing but time.”
“You say that,” I said through a yawn. “But he could come
for me at any time. Don’t let your guard down. He’s smarter
than he looks. And he knows where I am now.”
“He might know we have you, but he doesn’t know where
you are.”
I shrugged. He kissed the back of my head, and I
eventually drifted off to the sound of his even breathing and
the circles he drew lightly up and down my arm.
 SCARLET

The next morning, I was training with Elliot when Sebastian

found us. Elliot had me pinned, my face pressed hard into the
mat, but when Sebastian came into the room, Elliot lost focus
and I was able to swing my leg around and flip us over,
pressing the imaginary knife against his throat. Sweat dripped
off my face and onto his. He grimaced and let me win that
round.
“Pinned ya, bitch.”
He rolled his eyes and pushed me off of him. I landed hard
on my ass with an oomph.
“We got word that Derek and his crew will be downtown
tonight. We’re going,” Seb said.
Elliot nodded and started pulling the tape off of his hands.
“Who’s Derek?” I asked.
“Head of a rival gang that’s been trying to get in on our
drug trade. But they cut their shit with Fentanyl to make more,
make it seem cheaper,” Sebastian explained. “And we don’t
like that.”
“So, what’s the plan?” Elliot scoffed at me. “What?” I
asked. Sometimes the way he looked at me made me want to
punch him right in his pretty mouth, knock some of those teeth
out, and bring his looks down to a human standard.
“We aren’t telling you shit,” he said as he lifted his shirt to
wipe sweat from his face, and I nearly face-planted the mat
just trying to get a good look at them. “You’ll stay home like a
good little girl and be babysat.”
“Actually, El…” Sebastian trailed off.
“Oh, you have got to be kidding me,” Elliot said at the
same time I yelled, “I get to come?”
 “She gets to come,” Sebastian said through a smile. He
looked at me like it was Christmas morning. “Ready to come
play with me, pet? Get some last-minute practice in before
your debut? Maybe you can spill some blood again tonight.”
“Uh, yes!” I said. “Let me just go get changed. I smell like
sweat.”
“I happen to like your sweat,” he said, grabbing my bicep
as I walked past him. He leaned his nose down to my neck and
licked my shoulder to my ear, sending heat through my entire
body.
“How did you convince Tristan to let her come?” Elliot
asked, breaking our little bubble.
“I didn’t,” he said, letting my arm go put pulling me under
his. “It was Tristan’s idea, so if you have an issue with it, you
can bring it up with him.” He turned me and led me out the
door. “We leave at six!” he threw over his shoulder.

The entire drive into the city was filled with loud, angry music
and absolutely zero conversation. I had run to the car, pushing
Elliot’s big ass out of the way to get to the front seat thinking I
would be able to have some sort of control over the radio, but
Tristan gave me a firm look and shook his head. I hadn’t seen
a lot of his scary looks since that first night, but that was
definitely one I was going to obey. I wondered what that look
would do to me in bed and mentally filed that thought away
for another time.
We pulled up to an abandoned warehouse with Corpse
blasting from the speakers, his deep voice filling my body with
a nervous energy. I finally started to feel butterflies in my
stomach. I couldn’t believe they had actually let me come. The
guns resting against my sides felt heavier as we pulled into a
darkened corner that looked like it used to be used as a loading
dock. Tristan had strapped me with two guns—that was all I
was permitted for this little outing. But he had also given me a
couple of knives that I had strapped to my ankles, concealed
by the boots I was wearing. Tristan turned the music down.
“This is where we’re going? When you said downtown, I
thought it would be like a bar or a restaurant or something.” I
felt three sets of eyes burn into my face, but I just ignored
them and continued to look up at the warehouse. Elliot
laughed and mumbled something under his breath that didn’t
feel like a compliment.
“You thought there would be a drug trade operation
happening out of a bar? Where are they going to make drugs
in a bar?” Elliot asked.
“Whoa, whoa,” I said, turning to face them. “I thought
when we were discussing this that we were just going to
intercept them selling the drugs and scare the shit out of them.
We are literally walking into the heart of their fucking
business?”
“Yeah, babe,” Sebastian chimed in like an excited puppy.
“Cut them off at the balls.”
I blew out a breath. “Alright then,” I said, yanking my hair
up into a knot. “What’s the plan?”
“The plan is,” Tristan said, watching me with weary eyes.
“The plan is you follow us in, but you stay back. I don’t want
them knowing we have you with us. I don’t want you seen.”
“Then why the fuck am I even here? I thought I was here
to help.”
“And how are you going to help, princess?” Elliot asked.
On Seb’s mouth, princess sounded hot. On Elliot’s mouth, it
sounded like an insult. I rolled my eyes.
“You guys seem to think I am some sort of pillow princess
that has never lifted a finger in her life. I will have you know
that growing up in a life like this makes you hard. Just because
I came from wealth doesn’t mean that I was born with a silver
spoon up my ass. I was expected to learn how to run a
business, fight, and shoot to kill. So excuse the fuck out of me
if I assumed I would be put to some use instead of having to
hang back and watch like some sort of fifties housewife.”
 I took a breath and looked at all of them. Sebastian and
Tristan looked like scolded puppies, but Elliot just sat there,
his arms crossed and a fucking smirk on his face that made me
want to slap it off.
“The decision has been made. Hang back. Be a shadow.
Let’s go.” Elliot opened his door and climbed out. The other
guys followed suit, and I crawled out of mine with a huff, still
pissed I wasn’t going to see any action. I felt ready. Sure, I
hadn’t been training with Elliot for months, but I was a quick
student, and I knew I could handle myself. And Seb had really
sharpened my shooting skills. I knew I could fucking help, and
I was just going to have to prove it to them.
Seb twisted a silencer onto the end of one of his many
guns he had strapped to his body. I had watched him put each
one on earlier, and it had gotten me so hot I had left the room
to take a cold shower before getting dressed myself. I had
stopped questioning the shit that made me horny lately.
Clearly I was fucked in the head, but so were they, so
whatever. I liked what I liked.
He pointed the gun at the thick chain keeping one of the
side doors locked and shot. First try, that thing fell into a heap
on the ground. When I looked at him, he just winked and
pushed me behind him as they all filtered inside in front of me.
It took a minute for my eyes to adjust in the darkness. It was
dark outside, and there were zero lights on, so I just grabbed
the back of Seb’s shirt and followed them down the empty
hallways.
“Intel says they’re in the down downstairs,” Tristan
whispered down our line of bodies. “When we get down there,
Scar, I want you to stay hidden, but keep an eye out for anyone
not in the main room. Give us a whistle if you see someone
coming. Do not, I repeat, do not engage. Do you understand?”
I stared at him through the darkness. Had I heard him
correctly?
“Did you just say ‘the down downstairs’?” I asked.
Seb laughed. “It’s what he calls the basement.” I held back
my own laughter and heard an exasperated sigh come from the
front of the line.
“Can you please just agree on our terms? Stay hidden, stay
safe?” Tristan almost sounded embarrassed.
“Yes, sir,” I said in a sweet voice. Both Sebastian and
Tristan groaned. Seb grabbed his crotch and looked back at
me.
“Don’t say stuff like that right now, princess. I’m trying to
focus, and I can’t focus if I want to tear those tight leather
pants off of you and fuck you against the wall.” I pressed my
thighs together at the thought but just nodded. The look in his
eyes was all too serious.
“Can we please just go and get this over with? You both
can get your dicks wet when we get home,” Grumpy sighed.
“At the same time? Yes, please.” Two more groans from
Tristan and Seb.
“Is that a promise?” Seb asked. I laughed and pushed him
to keep following the others. But yes, it was most definitely a
promise. Maybe that could be their reward if I got out of there
alive.
We descended down into the basement, each step more
precarious than the last with the light dwindling. When we
rounded the corner, a soft yellow light started to permeate the
darkness. I watched the guys’ backs, tense from holding their
guns at their chests, and followed, trying to keep myself
against the walls to blend in with the shadows. When we crept
out of the stairwell, there was music pouring out from some
double doors down the hall.
“Well, at least we know they won’t hear you coming,” I
muttered into Seb’s back. “Is that…Nickelback?” I made a
gagging noise, and I felt Seb chuckle through my grip on his
shirt. I hadn’t realized I was still holding on to him. I
unclenched my fingers and let my hands fall idly to my sides.
“Yep, that would be Nickelback,” he confirmed.
“Gross.”
 We moved up to the doors, and I crossed behind them,
moving to the corner where I could be almost invisible unless
someone was looking for me. From that spot, I would be able
to see someone coming for those doors at any angle. Tristan
looked at me and nodded.
“Stay hidden. Stay safe.”
“Yes, yes, I’ve got it. Stay out of the way.” He walked over
and took my face in his hands. The look on his face took my
breath away. And then when he kissed me, I realized why he
was being so annoying. He was worried. He broke the kiss and
looked at me. “Stop worrying about me. You need to focus to
keep yourself safe,” I whispered so only he could hear. He
nodded and walked back to the guys.
“Alright, when we burst through those doors, keep your
eyes open and your guns ready.” Sebastian and Elliot both
nodded. Tristan blew out a breath and then turned towards the
double doors with the other two at his back.
He kicked open the doors and strutted in like he owned the
place. Sebastian looked over at me briefly and winked before
setting off inside after them. The second those doors were
open, a soft floral but also very chemical smell came wafting
out, and I nearly gagged on the sickly sweet scent. I couldn’t
hear much over the music blasting through the room, and once
the doors swung closed again, I was completely shut off from
whatever conversations were happening.
I took deep breaths, trying to slow my heartbeat so that I
could hear any noises that weren’t coming from inside. I was
shifting from one foot to the other, nervous energy racking
through my body. There had to be more people in this place. It
was huge, and there was no way the bosses would be in that
room. But there was also no way they would leave it
unprotected.
Not thirty seconds later, I heard footfalls on the stairwell.
Fuck. I grabbed both guns out of the holsters and aimed them
at the door we had just come out of only a few minutes ago.
Fuck whistling, I was not about to let a hoard of men bust
through those doors and possibly kill one of them.
 “Oh, shit,” I whispered to myself as the doors burst open.
Person after person ran through those doors. There had to be at
least ten of them running down the hall and straight towards
the crack den. I didn’t even think—I just started shooting. I
aimed for chests and foreheads, watching each guy drop to the
ground like a sack of fucking potatoes. I was shooting so
quickly they barely had time to get any shots off in my
direction. But I was hidden, so they couldn’t even aim. Maybe
Tristan had a point after all.
I laughed as the last one looked towards the corner where I
was, practically shitting himself as he realized all of his guys
were now dead on the floor. I took aim one last time and
popped a bullet right in between his eyes. I blew on the barrel
like I was straight out of an old Western and smiled. That was
fun.
And then shots started popping off behind those doors. The
doors my boys had gone through. My boys. I smiled and
walked over to one of the men on the floor and ran my fingers
through the warm puddle of blood. I streaked it across my
cheeks like war paint, grabbed two more guns, and then kicked
open the doors.
 ELLIOT

“Honey, I’m home!” she screamed as she burst through the

damn doors like fucking Rambo. The music drowned out most
of her words, but we all got the gist. This bitch was fucking
insane and most definitely had a death wish storming into a
crack den blind like that. I could feel all of us go still in the
middle of the fight to look at her.
Is that…is that blood on her face?
The guy I had just knocked to the ground swung out his
leg, and I hit the floor hard. Fuck’s sake, I thought. She was
too much of a distraction to have around. Once I had hit the
ground, he took a moment to rove his eyes over her body.
I shot him in his eye.
 TRISTAN

She had smeared blood all over her beautiful fucking face like
war paint. It really made those blue eyes pop. She had a wide
smile across her face, and she was holding two semi-automatic
rifles that were definitely not ours, cocked against her hips.
Had she already used all the ammo in the guns I had given
her? Twenty fucking rounds? How many men had she just
killed outside those doors in the five minutes we had left her
alone? My dick twitched at the mental image that rendered.
The guy I had been grappling with got in a good punch,
and the pain that shot across my jaw was enough to bring me
back to the present. A lot of the workers had run off when we
burst in, but the higher-ups that happened to be in here stayed
around to try and protect their shit. We had gotten a few shots
in before it turned into an outright brawl. Those baby blues of
hers found me, and she smiled.
 SEBASTIAN

My own personal demon walked through those doors, guns

fucking blazing, covered in blood, and dripping in sex. I could
have thrown her down on top of the dead bodies and blood at
my feet and fucked her right there. Fuck me, she looked
beautiful. She pushed some stray hair out of her face with one
of the guns and winked at Tristan before finding me. Her eyes
drifted down my body until they found my rock-hard cock.
She licked her lips and then met my eyes again.
Oh yeah. I was definitely going to fill that mouth later.
 SCARLET

The “honey, I’m home” bit did not perform as well as I had
hoped. I was hoping for at least a few laughs, but all three of
them just stared at me like I had lost my mind. Maybe it was
the blood smeared all over my face, but still, they could’ve at
least given me a smile. Selfish fucks.
They did all stop in the middle of their individual fights to
look at me, and my ego soaked it up like a sponge. I expected
it to be chaos when I walked in. But as I looked around, they
had pretty much been able to either subdue or kill anyone that
was still left in the open room. The smell was terrible though.
My nose burned with the scent.
Elliot was grappling on the ground with a guy and finally
got sick of it and pressed the barrel of his gun to the dude’s
forehead and shot. Blood spattered onto his face, and he
sagged over onto the ground, panting and gripping his side.
His hand turned red with blood, and I ran over to him,
kneeling next to his side.
“Did you get yourself fucking stabbed?” I asked him as I
pulled his hand away from his side. He winced but let me roll
up his shirt to look. The gash was torn and bleeding with every
ragged breath he took.
“I’m fine. Let’s just torch this fucking place and go,” he
ground out. I rolled my eyes and took off the gun holsters and
then slipped my shirt over my head. His eyes drifted to my
sports bra where I could feel my nipples straining against the
chill. He groaned and laid his head back. I just smiled.
“Shut up. You aren’t going anywhere until this is wrapped
around to try and help stop the bleeding.” I rolled up the torso
of the shirt and placed it against the wound. I had been
wearing long sleeves, so I stretched them across his hard
stomach and then under his back and tied them together on the
opposite side. I really had to stretch and pull them for it to
work, but at least it was pressing tightly against the wound.
Just as I finished, “Crazy Bitch” by Buckcherry started
blasting out of the speakers, and a new group of guys kicked
down the doors I had just come from.
“Well,” I said, picking my guns back up and crawling over
Elliot to block his body from further assault, “at least they
have some good taste in music.” Before they could see me
move, I aimed and shot four of them. Their bodies crumpled to
the ground, but when I tried to shoot the two others that had
burst in, Elliot grabbed me around the waist, flipping me over
his body until he was on top of me. The shots I had gotten off
before he rolled me over pinged off the ceiling.
“What the fuck, Elliot?” His hair fell limp around his face,
and his eyes were so dark they almost looked black as they
looked down at me. His entire body was flush against mine
with his forearms on either side of my face to hold himself up.
He winced at the pain in his side. I tried to shimmy out from
under him, but it was like lying under a house. More shots
rang out from the other side of the room.
“Stop. Moving.” His voice came out deep and rough. I felt
him grow hard against my belly, and I smirked up at him.
“Happy to see me, babe?” I reached up and gave him a
peck on the nose. “Now get off of me,” I said before I pressed
my fingers into his wound. He let out a not-so-manly scream
before falling off me. I knew it was a low blow, but he wasn’t
going to keep me from helping the other guys. I sat up and
grabbed one of the tables that were nearby. I pushed it over,
drug supplies scattering across the floor, and yanked it in front
of both of us. I peeked over the top, and a bullet flew past my
head.
“Holy shit,” I muttered, dropping back below the table. “I
almost got shot in the face!” I exclaimed to Elliot and laughed.
He just groaned and looked at me with a death stare. I was
probably going to pay for that little move later.
Worth it.
 I felt a little manic with all the adrenaline pumping through
my veins. I tried to steady my breathing as I heard more
gunfire. I looked over at where I had last seen Tristan and Seb.
The former was gripping what looked like a graze wound on
his arm while the latter had been able to take the rest of them
out. Seb crouched down to look at Tristan’s wound and gave
me a nice view of his ass which I appreciated.
Pulling my eyes from his shapely bum, I looked around the
room, taking count of how many people we had killed in the
span of fifteen minutes. It was a lot. I was actually impressed.
I scrunched my nose at the dried blood on my face. It was
really starting to itch now that it was getting crusty. Probably
should’ve thought of that before I decided to smear it all over
my cheeks. I had made it to the count of ten dead bodies when
I saw someone reaching for a gun, his fingers straining at the
effort.
I stood up from behind the table and watched him struggle.
He was so focused on getting the gun and not being seen by
Sebastian and Tristan that he didn’t even see me make my way
over to him. I had only made it a few steps before his fingers
finally gripped the gun, and he slowly lifted it. It was pointed
directly at Seb.
I saw red. Every rational thought flew out of my head. I
could hear my blood roaring in my ears.
“Hey,” I said loud enough for him to hear over the music
that was still blaring. Was anyone going to turn that off? He
turned his head towards me, and the gun quickly followed.
There was the vague feeling of being pushed in the shoulder,
hard. I realized he had shot me. The fucker had shot me. Once
I had recognized what happened, pain shot through my
shoulder like a white-hot poker.
“Motherfucker,” I said under my breath. I saw his finger
squeeze the trigger a few more times in a panic as I made my
way over to him, but nothing came out. I felt the sadistic smile
creep over my face. I must’ve really looked the part because
this asshole pissed his pants when I finally reached him and
kicked the gun out of his hand. He screamed in pain, and my
smile only grew wider. I straddled his waist, well above the
puddle of piss in his pants, and grabbed one of the knives out
of my boot.
“You tried to kill my boys,” I said sweetly as I flicked
open the blade and admired it. He held up his hands and
babbled something about being sorry. “Too late, babes,” I said
before stabbing the knife into the side of his throat. I wasn’t
sure exactly where the carotid artery was, but I was pretty sure
I hit it with the amount of blood gushing out of the wound and
onto my hand.
I pulled the knife out of his neck as gurgled noises came
out of his mouth. I reared back and stabbed him again. And
again. One for each of my boys. Then again for the asshole
that tried to rape me. Again for the father that tried to have me
killed. And again. And again. And again. I lost track of how
many times I actually stabbed him.
All I could feel was the flesh and muscle tearing. His body
twitched between my legs with each puncture. My vision
blurred, and my throat was so dry it ached. I realized I was
crying. And screaming. I was raising my good arm above my
head, gripping the knife so tightly that my fingers went white
underneath all of the blood, and then throwing my weight
behind each thrust into his body. I was a woman possessed. I
shoved it into his chest one last time with one final scream.
My body shook with sobs.
“Scarlet.”
“What!” I whipped my head around, my hand still bloody
and clinging to the knife embedded deep in dude’s chest, the
other arm hanging limply at my side. Seb was crouched behind
me, his eyes soft but other parts of him very, very hard. I
licked my lips, and the iron taste of blood coated my tongue.
“He’s dead, pet.” He reached out and grabbed my bad arm,
pulling me onto his lap. I screamed at the pain, but it only
seemed to spur him on. His eyes were like a wild animal,
almost predatory. He ran his hands over my face and then
down to my neck. I could feel the fresh blood smear across my
skin. His eyes heated as they found the bullet wound. He gave
it a rough squeeze, and I whimpered as more tears fell down
my cheeks, but my pussy throbbed at the pain. He smiled like
he knew what he was doing to me. Like he knew how fucked-
up I was that the pain of getting shot and the act of killing
someone had gotten me wet.
My hands reached up and gripped his face, smashing it to
my own. He parted his mouth instantly. It wasn’t a kiss; it was
a fight. Our tongues wrestled as our teeth clashed. I tasted my
tears, blood from either the roughness of our kiss or the dead
body next to us, it didn’t matter, and something that was just
utterly Seb. I loved the taste of him, and I rolled my hips
against him just to show him how much.
A hand fisted in the knot of hair on top of my head and
yanked backwards, breaking the kiss. Sebastian paid no mind
and just continued kissing, licking, and sucking his way down
my neck. My heartbeat had dropped straight to my cunt. I
could feel it pulsating against his zipper.
I looked up into Tristan’s heated gaze. He watched Seb
move along my neck and collarbone and then back up to my
jaw. His grip in my hair tightened, and I moaned at the pain in
my scalp. His eyes dropped to my chest where I knew the
sports bra was doing wonders for my cleavage. I pushed my
chest out, wanting him to look, to want. His nostrils flared, and
he took a deep breath, trying to gather himself. Seb’s rough
hand had pushed up under my bra and was rolling a nipple
between his fingers.
My orgasm started building already. I could feel my face
flush, the heat build in my core, and shivers spiderwebbing
across my skin. I was panting when his fingers found the other
nipple. Tristan twisted his fingers tighter in my hair and then
leaned over, claiming my mouth with his own. I ground
against Sebastian faster and harder, my pussy begging for
release. I felt the flush crawl up my neck and across my face.
When Tristan broke the kiss, my eyes found Elliot. He was
standing across the room, watching the three of us and idly
rubbing the bulge of his pants. Tristan’s hand wrapped around
my throat and squeezed, blocking off my air supply. My gaze
drifted back to him as I opened my mouth and stuck out my
tongue.
 “Good girl,” he cooed and spat in my mouth. Sebastian
twisted my nipple painfully as he bit into my shoulder. My
eyes found Elliot’s again as I swallowed against Tristan’s grip.
“Come,” Elliot commanded. And with one more roll
against Sebastian’s hard cock beneath me, I did. Fireworks
shot through my body all the way down to my toes, and I
damn near screamed from how hard it hit me. Tristan’s grip
relaxed, and my head fell against Seb’s shoulder as I tried to
breathe and came down from the orgasm.
“Nice distraction trick,” I said against his shoulder. He
laughed.
“Something had to bring you back from wherever you had
gone,” he said.
“We need to get a doctor to look at your bullet wound and
Elliot’s stab wound,” Tristan said.
I peeled myself off Sebastian and stood on weak legs. I
followed them all out of the room, up the stairs, and out of the
warehouse, all of us sweaty and covered in blood. I probably
should’ve been more shocked that I had just gotten off after
killing more than a dozen people, but I was too exhausted and
in too much pain to care. And I wasn’t going to be ashamed of
what got me off anymore.
“You get her settled in the car. Seb and I will take care of
this place,” Tristan said to Elliot.
“Fire time!” Sebastian squealed excitedly. They got some
stuff out of the back of the car as Elliot opened the back door
and gestured for me to crawl in. The other two jogged back
into the building.
“Lie down,” Elliot ordered. As gingerly as I could without
putting weight on my bad arm, I twisted and slowly lay down
across the seats. He shut the door and walked around to the
other side. When he opened the door, his upper body was bare
save for my shirt wrapped around his belly. “Here,” he said,
lifting my head and laying it on his thigh after he climbed in.
He wrapped his shirt around my shoulder and applied so
much pressure my head swam with the pain. I let out a loud
groan. I was going to pass out. My vision was going black, and
my face and chest went cold and hot at the same time.
“Elliot…I’m gonna…”
 SCARLET

For an entire week, none of the guys would let me leave my

bed. It was fucking excruciating to just lie there and watch TV
and heal. I did manage to get through a lot of seasons of Grey’s
Anatomy though.
The doctor they kept on their payroll was hovering over
my shoulder, prodding here and there and making me slowly
lift my arm up and down. It was still stiff as hell, but I had
been doing my exercises every day, and it seemed to be getting
better. I gritted my teeth through the pain and gave him a wide,
fake smile when he looked down at me.
“I think you’re okay to start moving around again. But
maybe we take it easy and try not to get shot?” Humor lit up
his eyes, and I gave him a pity laugh.
“What about training?” Seb asked from across the room
where he had been watching. He had been watching very
closely every time the doctor came by just to make sure his
hands weren’t going anywhere they didn’t need to be going.
For someone who had already shared me with Tristan and
seemed to be okay with it if Elliot wanted to join in as well, he
was extremely possessive.
“She needs to get full range of motion back from this arm
before she starts back into anything too heavy. Just nothing
that puts too much strain on that left shoulder.”
“Thanks, Doc.”
The doctor nodded and gathered his things. “I’ll go see Mr.
Elliot now and then be on my way. Let me know if you need
anything at all. Okay, miss?”
I smiled and waited until he was out of the room before I
stood out of the covers and made my way over to the
bathroom. Sebastian followed behind me. He had taken over
the role of my caregiver, and bath time seemed to be his
favorite time.
 “Care to let me fuck that pretty little pussy of yours, pet?”
I turned the water on and then spun around and threw my shirt
over my head with my good arm, leaving me in nothing but
my panties. I laughed while I watched him undress as quickly
as humanly possible. His erection stood proudly out from his
body, a drop of precum already glistening above his piercing.
He advanced on me, slipping his thumbs into the sides of my
thong and pulling to down to the floor for me to step out of.
He walked us into the shower and pressed my back up
against the cold tile. I let out a little yelp, but with the head of
his cock pressing against my entrance, it quickly turned into a
moan. Seb gripped my jaw, and I locked eyes with him for as
long as I could as he slowly slid inside of me. At some point,
my eyes rolled into the back of my head at the pure bliss of
him filling me up, that piercing dragging along all the right
nerves.
“I love the way you feel around my cock. You’re so
fucking tight,” he groaned against my neck. “We’ve got a
meeting downstairs with the guys, so this is going to have to
be quick, I’m afraid.”
“Oh, just shut up and fuck me, Seb.” I gripped his hair as
he let out one last groan before slipping completely out of me
and then slamming back in. I gripped his shoulders with my
good arm and his hair with my other while he fucked me into
oblivion.
“Do you like that, precious?” His breath was hot on my
ear, and his words sent shivers down my spine. “Are you my
dirty little slut?” I let out a whimper as he slammed inside of
me. God I fucking loved it when he talked to me like that.
Never in a million years would I have ever let a guy talk to me
like that outside of the bedroom, but at times like this, it went
straight to my pussy. “Answer me.” A wave of fire spread
through my body
“Yes, sir,” I said into his hair that I still had in a vise grip.
“I’m your dirty little slut.” I knew exactly what he wanted to
hear. “Fuck me harder, please, Seb. I’m so close.” I was a
simpering mess around his cock as his thumb gently rolled
around my clit. He lifted his head and watched me as he
squeezed my clit, and I fell over the edge, sparks igniting at
the base of my spine and spreading out into my fingers and
toes.
“Fuck,” he whimpered. I loved it when he was so lost in
me that he couldn’t even be bothered to act tough anymore.
Like he couldn’t actually get enough of me. He may have been
a tough-as-shit gangbanger, but I was able to bring him to his
knees. With one more hard thrust that damn near pushed me
through the wall, he came inside of me, his breath panting
against my neck.
I kissed his hair, and he let me slide down his body, his
cock sliding out of me easily with both of our releases coating
it. His arms caged me in against the wall, and I smiled up at
him. I trailed my fingers up over his chiseled abs and across
his pecs, following the outlines of his tattoos. He blew out a
breath and looked at me with his pretty brown eyes. I was still
caught off guard by how handsome he was.
“So I’ve been meaning to ask…” I let my voice trail off. I
had been meaning to talk to him about the whole sharing me
thing with him for a while now, but it had never felt like the
right time. I could also probably chalk it up to me being a
pussy when it came to communicating my feelings. I inwardly
cringed at the thought.
“Yes, pet?” He leaned down and kissed my cheek,
nuzzling into my hair.
“Do you really not care about sharing me with Tristan?”
His mouth caught my ear and then moved down my neck,
making my breath catch in my throat.
“Who am I to make you choose?” He licked up the side of
my neck. “I’m happy to share you if that’s what makes you
happy. Don’t overthink it. Tristan and I don’t give a fuck about
it.” I sighed a happy sigh, content to let that be the truth for the
time being. I was still going to have to talk to Tristan about it,
and if I was ever able to break down Elliot’s walls, he was
going to have to get on board with this as well. My boys. My
little harem. I smiled up at him.
 “Want to help me clean up so that we can go to this little
meeting you were talking about?” I kissed his chest, trailing
my tongue over his skin. He gave a small shudder and then
grabbed my face into a punishing kiss. His tongue darted into
my mouth, claiming it as his, sweeping it across my own. He
spun us around and backed me into the warm spray of the
water, soaking my hair before letting go of my mouth with a
growl.
“Let’s get you cleaned up, sweet cheeks.” He smacked my
ass and then proceeded to wash my hair.

The other two were already sitting in the living room when
Seb and I made our way downstairs. I had stolen a pair of his
sweatpants and one of his shirts to wear. Everything smelled
like him, and I pulled the shirt up over my nose as I curled up
next to Tristan. He pulled me onto his lap and began plaiting
my hair.
I watched Elliot from across the room. I hadn’t seen him
since that night since we were both banished to our respective
rooms to heal. His torso was bare as well, and he had a clean
patch on his side where he had been stabbed. Other than that,
he looked perfect. My finger itched to go play with his hair
that he had decided to wear down. It grazed his broad
shoulders, and when I looked up at his face, he was staring
back at me. I winked and earned myself an eye roll.
Progress.
I leaned back into Tristan’s chest as he finished with my
hair and let him wrap his arms around my waist.
“I got the all clear today,” I said, pulling Seb’s shirt off my
face.
“She got the half clear,” Seb corrected. I flipped him off
and settled further into Tristan’s lap. Tristan laughed and gave
me a squeeze.
 “Alright, then, now that my medical updates are out, how’s
Elliot’s stab wound?”
“It’s fine,” he grunted. I rolled my eyes.
“Okay,” I drawled. “Why’re we having a little family
meeting?”
“We got some new intel about Derek and the MadDawgs.”
“Wait,” I interrupted. “That’s the name of their fucking
gang?” I asked, laughing. Tristan nodded. “The MadDawgs?
Jesus Christ, what a name.”
“I agree, precious. And not only is their name idiotic,
they’re proving themselves to be just as stupid. Our new intel
tells us they’ve decided to put their hat in with your family,
Scar. We think that’s why they started trying to push their
agenda in our area. Your family is trying to get a foothold in
our city in total disregard for our truce.”
“Well, I feel like we kind of saw this coming,” I said.
“We did. But that doesn’t mean I’m any less annoyed that I
have to deal with it now. They know it was us that went in
guns blazing, killing a lot of their crew, and then burned down
their primary drug factory. To say the least, they’re pissed,”
Tristan said on a laugh. It rumbled through my body.
“What’s our next move?” Elliot asked from across the
room.
“Keep our eyes and ears open. Make sure we stay a step
ahead of any plans they may have for us. They’ve gone silent
for now, no doubt probably trying to rebuild after we took out
such an important aspect of their operation.” Seb and Elliot
both nodded. “And I’d also like to get Scarlet here a job. She
needs something to do, and if she is going to be a part of this
fucked-up family, she’s going to need to pull her weight.”
“What did you have in mind?” Sebastian asked as Elliot
simultaneously groaned. I smiled at how annoyed he was
going to be that the other two were really starting to trust me.
“I’m going to take her into the city today and show her
around the Tower.”
 “The Tower? What the fuck is that?” I asked.
“The Tower is what we call our main building of business.
We call it the Tower because it quite literally looks like a
tower. It’s one of the tallest buildings in the city.”
“And what are your plans for me there?”
“I’m going to introduce you to some people and then let
you get to know our cybersecurity team. And while you do
that, I’ll get some much-needed work done that I’ve been
putting off in the time you’ve been here. I’ve also got some
meetings dotted throughout the afternoon.” Butterflies swam
in my stomach. I was ecstatic I was finally being trusted with
something that I would actually be good at. I could finally be
useful.
“About time you guys see my worth,” I said, sticking my
nose in the air.
“That has yet to be proven,” Elliot mumbled.
“When do we leave?”
“In an hour. So go get dressed and have some lunch, and
then we will head into the city.”
“Do I even have clothes in there as nice as yours for like, a
work environment like that?” I chewed on my nails, a nervous
habit that sometimes came back when I was worried about
something new. Tristan gently grabbed my hand and pulled it
down away from my mouth.
“We’ve made sure that you’ve got any possible outfit
combination you could ever want or need. But this isn’t some
stuck-up corporate office, babe. And even if it was, you’re one
of us now, and that means if you wanted to walk in there
naked, you could.”
I snorted.
“Warn me first if you’re going to go in there naked,
though, please. Because one of us will need to go in there first
and warn anyone that if they look at you, I’ll start breaking
extremities,” Sebastian said. “On second thought, Tristan. I’d
prefer no one look at her anyway,” he said darkly.
 “How am I supposed to get any work done if no one can
even look at me?” He huffed, pouting. I stood up off Tristan’s
lap and made my way over to Seb. I kissed him and whispered
in his ear. “And if anyone looks at me, you can punish me for
it later.” I bit his ear, and he groaned. I laughed and ran up the
stairs to get ready before he could grab me.
“That better be a fucking promise!” he shouted up the
stairs after me.
 TRISTAN

Scarlet looked at me and back to the bike and then back to me,
her eyes wide and excited.
“We get to take that?” She was practically squealing. I
figured the poor girl needed some excitement after she had
been stuck in her bed for the past week. So I decided to bring
out the Ducati and let her have some fun.
“We do,” I said and handed her a helmet. She looked sexy
as hell holding that helmet under her arm, walking around the
bike with stars in her eyes. She was dressed in heeled biker
boots, ripped black jeans, and some sort of loose top that
showed off all her beautiful tattoos when she didn’t have her
leather jacket on.
“She’s beautiful,” she murmured as she ran her hands
along the bike.
“Ready to go?”
“Yes!”
“Have you ridden on a bike like this before?” She rolled
her eyes at my question and strapped the helmet on. “I’m just
making sure you know how to ride bitch.” I smirked at her.
She reared back and punched me hard on the arm.
“Shut up and get on the bike, Tristan,” she said and flicked
her visor down. I put on my own helmet and swung my leg
over, leaning forward so that she could climb on as well. Her
small frame fit perfectly on the bike, and she hugged my body
like a koala. I turned the key and revved the engine, feeling the
bike purr beneath us. Scar’s thighs clenched tighter around me,
and I smiled to myself.
Yeah, this is going to be a fun ride.
We took off towards the city, and I felt her grip my waist
just a little harder until she got used to the feeling again.
During a straight stretch, she leaned away from my body and
threw her hands out to the sides and dropped her head back. I
couldn’t hear her laughing, but I could feel it tumble through
her as she brought herself back and held on tight again. I
wished I could see what she looked like under the visor, smile
stretched wide, her face pink with excitement.
It was a relatively long drive into the city, but I loved every
moment of it. I took her on as many quiet roads as I could so
that we could go as fast as I wanted. Not that I was worried
about getting a ticket—we had the police in our pockets, but
the stop would’ve been annoying.
When we pulled up to the Tower, I circled into the
underground parking deck and into my private, locked area.
She climbed off the bike and yanked off the helmet. Her hair
had fallen out of the plait and stood up at all angles. Pure joy
was written all over her face from her smile to her bright eyes.
She was so beautiful. And all three of us were in such deep
shit. I took off my own helmet and hung it from the handlebars
before grabbing her waist and pulling her over to me. I needed
to taste her, to taste that happiness.
She threw her good arm around my shoulders and kissed
me. God, she smelled good. She always smelled like some sort
of flower, but underneath that, there was that hint of petrol. It
was just so Scarlet that it made my chest hurt. Her tongue
brushed across mine, and I pulled her a bit tighter against me
before she ended the kiss and pushed away.
“Let’s get to work, boss man.” She hung her helmet from
the other handlebar, and we locked the garage as we left and
entered the lift. “How many floors are there?”
“Seventy-three.”
“And what floor will I be on?”
“Seventy-three,” I answered again.
“The cybersecurity people are important enough to be on
the top floor?” Her nose scrunched up. I reached out and
booped it. Quick as lightning, she reached out and twisted my
finger just enough for it to hurt.
“Don’t boop my nose, jackass.”
 “But it’s so cute.” I gave her a wink before pulling out of
her grip and twisting her arm behind her back to push her up
against the wall of the lift. She grunted and yanked against my
hold, but I was too strong for her, especially with her
weakened shoulder. “Ready to apologize for that little
outburst?”
“Fuck you.” I smiled and pressed my crotch against her ass
where she would be able to feel just how much I was willing
to fuck her. My cock twitched at the thought of taking her
from behind right there in the lift. She pressed her ass back
against me just enough to tell me she wanted it too.
“Another time, love,” I whispered into her ear. I smacked
her ass with my other hand and then let her go.
“You never answered my question,” she said, rolling her
eyes as she watched me adjust myself. I needed to get myself
under control before the doors opened up and everyone saw
my raging hard-on.
“No. The cybersecurity people are not on the top floor. But
I am. So that’s where I expect you to be.”
“How am I supposed to work with them if I’m not even on
the same floor?” Her nose scrunched up again, and I fought
hard to not reach out and touch it again.
“Scarlet, they’re not going to be working with you.
They’re going to be working for you.” Her eyes went wide for
a moment before that news settled in. None of us ever
expected her to just be another employee. Well, maybe Elliot
did. But at some point he had to realize she was way more
important to us, to all of us. We were giving her the entire
department to run.
“You’re letting me run your entire cybersecurity
department?”
“We are. So let’s hope you’re as good as you say you are.
Time to prove yourself, love.”
The lift dinged and opened out onto the top floor of the
building. We stepped out, and I guided her over to my office
that had floor-to-ceiling windows with an amazing view of the
city. I took off my jacket and threw it over the back of one of
the sofas before making my way over to my desk. I sifted
through the directory and dialed out to my top admin and
watched as she gazed out across the city.
“Mr. Grange?” Melody’s voice sounded through the
speaker.
“Melody, I’ve brought the new head of the cybersecurity
department in with me today. Could you please come get
Scarlet and show her around, introduce her, et cetera? I have
some meetings to attend to this afternoon.” Scarlet looked
back at me over her shoulder and then started circling the
room, taking it all in. I’ll admit, the first time I saw my office,
I was impressed too.
I hadn’t spared a single expense making it look as rich as
possible. It had the most expensive-looking furniture we could
find, a large electric fireplace on the opposite wall from my
desk, and lush carpet. I wanted every client that came into this
office to know who they were dealing with.
“Of course, Mr. Grange. I will be right up.”
“Is Melody pretty?” Scarlet asked from behind me, her
voice a little more quiet than what I was used to.
“Why, love? Jealous?” I turned around to face her and
leaned against my desk. She shrugged, her tough-girl armor
fully back in place.
“I spoke to Sebastian earlier today about all of us,” she
said, still making her way around the office. “You guys all
know I’ve been with both you and Seb in some sort of way.”
She paused and looked at me. Her awkwardness was written
all over her face. Even the way she was standing was unusual
for her. Scarlet was normally so sure of herself, but right now
she looked vulnerable. All I wanted to do was pull her into my
arms, but I knew she needed to get this out.
Sebastian had told me what she had told him earlier. She
was worried that she would end up having to choose one of us.
Seb and I had agreed a while back though that it wasn’t right
to make her do that. And, truthfully, neither of us minded
sharing her. We shared everything else in life, and he was
someone I trusted completely. Did I like to think of her on
anyone’s dick other than my own? No. But I wasn’t going to
make her make a decision she clearly didn’t want to make. She
could be our girl.
“So is that going to be a problem? Sharing me? And what
if Elliot enters the equation as well? Are you guys going to be
okay with me being with all of you?” She planted her hands on
the back of the couch that was across from my desk. Her
fingers gripped into the soft fabric, and I smiled at her, trying
to put her at ease.
“Babe, you were ours the moment Sebastian tackled you in
the woods. All of ours.” I made my way over to her and took
her face in my hands. “I want you to stop worrying about this.
As long as I get a piece of you, I am more than happy to share
you with them. But only us.” I felt a mood come over me at
the thought of her with anyone else but us. “If anyone else
touches you, I will flay the skin from their body.” She smiled.
“Understood?”
“Understood.” I slanted my mouth across hers, and she
opened hers immediately. She tasted like cherries and
something else that was just so Scarlet it made my head spin.
A knock at the door had me reluctantly pulling away from her.
“Come in,” I called to Melody. The sweet older woman
with greying hair and an outfit any grandmother would be
envious of walked in and smiled widely at Scarlet.
“Mr. Grange, how lovely to see you again. And you must
be Scarlet!” She advanced on us and took Scarlet into her
arms. Scar’s eyes went wide as saucers, and I held back my
laughter. Melody always had been a hugger. From the day she
interviewed for us all those years ago, she had been the mother
hen, always making sure we were eating and taking care of
ourselves.
“Lovely to meet you,” Scarlet wheezed.
Melody let her go and patted her cheeks before turning to
me. “Are you all taking care of yourselves? I haven’t seen you
in far too long. You look too skinny.” She poked my stomach,
and I slung my arm around her shoulders and pulled her in for
a hug.
“Melody, we are fine. But you’re right, we haven’t been
around enough lately. How about we all have dinner tonight at
the loft?” Her eyes lit up.
“I would love that.”
“Now, Scar,” I said, turning my attention back on her.
“Don’t let Melody here fool you. She’s all smiles and hugs
now, but this woman is tough as nails. She doesn’t take any
shit from anyone.”
“Exactly,” Melody said as she looped her arm through
Scarlet’s. “So if any of those boys give you any issues, you
come to me and I’ll handle it.” Scarlet looked at me and
smirked.
Great.
“Same goes for anyone here. Anything you need, anyone
bothering you, you let me know. I will take care of it.”
“Perfect, thank you,” Scarlet said.
“I’ll have her back in a few hours when your meetings are
done,” Melody said. And with one last smile, Scarlet followed
her out of my office and to the fiftieth floor where she would
get acquainted with everyone. I sighed and ran my hands
through my hair, looking out the windows over the city.
I didn’t know what the fuck we were going to do about her
family. If they were still trying to test us, to take over our shit,
we were going to have a problem. I knew that meeting with
them had gone too smoothly. The pit in my stomach grew.
What if taking and keeping his kid had the opposite effect?
What if we had just pissed him off instead of tightening the
leash?
“Fuck.” I picked up my jacket and hung it up before
making my way back behind my desk. Just a few meetings to
get me through the afternoon and then a dinner. Then I would
worry about what our next step was going to be in this mess
we created.
 I sent off a quick text to the boys to let them know we
were going to have dinner with Melody at the loft tonight and
then settled in to get ready for the meetings I had slotted for
the next few hours. I hoped Scarlet enjoyed her afternoon
much more than I was about to enjoy mine. As much as it
frightened me, I wanted her to want to stick around.
 SCARLET

After three whole hours of touring the Tower and meeting far
too many people, Melody dropped me off at the lift. I pulled
my hair out of its plait and massaged my scalp. In the span of a
couple of weeks, my life had completely changed, and it was
causing a whirlwind of emotions.
I chewed on my tongue piercing while the lift took me
back up to Tristan’s floor. Them giving me so much
responsibility was a huge sign of trust, one I didn’t think I was
ever going to get, let alone so quickly. It felt good to finally
have a purpose and know that I was actually going to be doing
something that mattered.
I was desperately trying to not let all of my walls down
and let them in. Having fun was one thing, but actually letting
them in was a completely separate thing. And it was terrifying
to think about. These guys were strangers a couple of weeks
ago, and now here I was, sleeping with one of them, fooling
around with another, and trying my hardest to get the third to
cave as well.
And no matter how much I told myself I wasn’t starting to
feel anything for them, it was a lie. I could feel myself getting
comfortable. I looked forward to the back-and-forth with
Elliot, the sweet touches from Tristan, and Seb’s crazy
possessiveness. I saw a bit of myself in all of them, and it
made me feel like I could finally be myself. Like I finally had
a place where I could belong.
Like calls to like.
The doors opened, and I made my way to Tristan’s office. I
probably should’ve knocked, but that wasn’t really my style.
Tristan looked up as I entered and held a tattooed finger to his
lips. A voice was coming through the speaker on his phone.
He was laid back, the top few buttons of his shirt undone,
sleeves rolled up on his strong forearms, and his hair
uncharacteristically disheveled. He looked hot as hell, and my
pussy seemed to take notice.
He pressed a button that I assumed muted the call and said,
“Last meeting. I’ll be done in a moment and we can head out
to meet the others at the loft. Make yourself comfortable,
love.” He clicked the button again and answered the guy on
the phone.
I smirked at him before locking the door and then slowly
popping the button on my jeans and pulling down the zipper.
His eyes darkened and watched the movement. I kicked off my
boots and turned around before I slid my jeans down my legs,
bending over and giving him a show. I turned around and
watched him lick his lips. I lifted my shirt over my head and
let it fall to the floor. The lace bralette and matching panties I
had worn were a deep red and flattered my curves.
His eyes never left my body as I slowly walked over to
him. He was still vaguely answering the guy’s questions on the
phone, but I knew he was barely paying attention to anything
that wasn’t me in that moment.
“What are you doing?” he mouthed.
I just smiled and knelt in between his legs. He was already
hard, his cock pressing firmly against his pants. I unbuckled
his belt and he lifted his hips so that I could pull his pants and
boxers down. His cock sprang free, the vein pulsing and
waiting for me. I looked up at him from under my eyelashes
and brought my finger to my mouth to tell him to be quiet
before taking him completely in my mouth. He twitched
beneath me and groaned.
“Do you not like that?” the guy’s voice came across the
speaker. I smiled around his dick and dragged my teeth up his
shaft. He hissed through his teeth but managed to pull himself
together enough to answer.
“Yes, Charles, that’s completely fine. Look, I’ve got to
go,” he said, and I let his head come out of my mouth with an
audible pop. He jerked again. “Something’s come up. I’ll
touch base with you tomorrow.” Before poor Charles could
even get a word in, Tristan had hung up the phone.
 “What’re you doing, you little minx?” His voice was
rough, and it went straight to my girl downstairs. I stood and
ran my hands through his blond hair as I climbed on top of
him, sliding my legs through the holes of the armrests.
“You looked so hot just sitting here in your big office,
holding all the power. It did things to me,” I moaned, grabbing
his hand. Pushing my panties to the side, I ran his fingers
through my soaked slit. He moaned like it was the sexiest
thing he had ever felt which got me even wetter. “I thought
maybe I could thank you for everything you’ve given me
today.”
I kissed him and stroked his cock through my folds,
wetting him with my own excitement. His hands gripped my
waist, and his tongue explored my mouth. He tasted like
whiskey and power, and I soaked it up. I slowly, inch by inch,
let him slip inside of me. He filled me up, stretching my walls
in the most delicious way. I was panting by the time he was in
me to the hilt. I started moving my hips, grinding down onto
him like he was my only lifeline.
“You feel so good, baby girl,” he murmured against my
mouth. “This tight little cunt was made for me.” One of his
arms slipped around my waist and pulled me closer, causing
my clit to rub against him, and I whimpered into his lips. His
other hand freed a nipple and began to gently twirl and pinch,
sending electricity down my spine. “Play with yourself,” he
commanded. I was so wet that when my fingers found my clit
they slipped and circled around it easily. A heat was building
deep inside of me, and I couldn’t stop it.
“Tristan,” I whispered, my head leaning against his, our
breaths mixing and mingling.
“Do you need to come, love?” I nodded, and I heard a
pitiful moan slip through my lips. Jesus, these men turned me
into mush.
“Please,” I begged.
“Go on, then. Let me see you come apart on my cock.” He
tweaked my other nipple painfully, and I fell apart. Heat sliced
through my entire body, setting every muscle on fire in the
most exquisite way. I screamed through it, throwing my head
back and letting it wash over my body. Tristan sucked a nipple
into his mouth and drew circles around it with his tongue,
seeing me through each delicious moment of my orgasm.
He took the other one in his mouth as I came back down to
earth. He bit it, hard, and I yelped and slapped him. His eyes
darkened, and a terrifying smile slid across his mouth. His
hands slid from my waist, up over my ribs, my breasts, and
settled around my throat, holding me in place on top of him.
He leaned forward and licked up the side of my face. Why that
was such a turn-on, I had no idea.
“That’s the only time you will ever get away with that,
understood?” He squeezed my throat for emphasis. I smiled
just as dangerously as he was.
“Or what?” I asked, breathless. He stood, bringing us both
out of the chair before pulling me off him and bending me
over his desk, his hand on the back of my neck. My face was
painfully pressed onto a stack of papers, but my pussy had
never been wetter. The anticipation was killing me. I heard the
jingle of his belt and the sliding of fabric. I clenched and
moaned, knowing what was coming.
“Stay. Still.” I gripped the edge of the desk until I felt my
knuckles go white. “Count.”
And then I heard it before I felt it. The sharp slap of his
belt across my ass echoed through the room and had my cunt
throbbing with need.
“One,” I whispered.
“Louder.”
“One!”
Another smack. “Two!” Another. “Three!” Another.
“Four!” Another. “Five!”
I felt tears slide down my cheeks and onto the papers
beneath my face. My ass was on fire, but I was absolutely
soaked. It was dripping down my thighs, and it took
everything in me to not move to rub them together to try and
quell the need for a release. I heard him toss his belt to the
side. He ran his hands over the marks he had left, and I jumped
from the sting.
“What a good girl you were, poppet.” I mewled, hoping his
hands were going to trail lower where I needed him. “Your ass
looks so pretty with my marks all over it.” He sank to his
knees behind me and licked me from clit to ass. I pushed back
onto his face, needing more. He licked me again and again,
swirling the tip of his tongue around my puckered hole before
dipping it inside. I moaned so loudly I felt it vibrate through
the desk.
He stuck a finger inside my pussy, coating it in my cream
while his tongue continued its invasion on my ass. I was
pushing back on him, grinding on his face as much as I could
without coming off the desk. I was desperate for it, moaning
and whimpering, absolutely coming apart for him.
His tongue left but was quickly replaced with his finger,
still soaked from my folds. He pushed it in slowly, giving me
time to adjust. It went in knuckle by knuckle. He worked me
into a fit of lust, and when he added another finger, I was
breathless, gasping for air, begging for more.
“Tristan,” I pleaded. He stood and slowly withdrew his
fingers. Without warning, he slammed his dick into my pussy.
I cried out, my nails digging hard into the wood of the desk.
He crashed into me with so much force I thought I felt the
desk move across the carpet. He pulled out of me, and I felt
the head of his cock press against my ass.
“Deep breaths, baby girl. Relax for me.” I relaxed, pushing
back onto him, needing him to fill me in any way he could. I
was so close to coming just from his belt alone that I was
fucking desperate for him. His head slid all the way in, and he
groaned. He was going too slow. I needed him inside of me.
“Just fuck me, already,” I said, trying and successfully
pushing back on him a few more inches. He laughed darkly
and reached around my hips to tease my clit, sending me into
an all-out frenzy. Then with one punishing thrust, he was fully
sheathed inside of my ass. I cried out in a sweet mixture of
pain and pleasure. He gave me all of two seconds to adjust
before he pulled out and pushed back in, all the while rubbing
my clit in teasing circles.
“I’m…I’m gonna…” I couldn’t even form coherent
sentences. I was so lost in what he was doing to my body, the
heat spreading through every inch of my skin, that I was
speechless. His dick literally made me dumb. With each thrust,
I was lost further to the orgasm building deep in my belly. The
sound of his heavy breaths, his moaning every time I squeezed
him, sent me into a spiral.
“Do it,” he said in between breaths. “Come for me.” He
smacked my already sore ass cheeks with one hand and
squeezed my clit with the other. Stars exploded across my
vision, and I swore I blacked out for a moment, coming out of
my body before settling back in. Every single nerve in my
body pulsed with it.
Tristan’s thrusts became faster and more erratic. He pulled
out, and a moment later, I felt his cum shoot across my ass, hot
on my already stinging skin.
“Jesus Christ, Scarlet,” he said as he rubbed his release
into my skin. “What a fucking sight you are.” I finally relaxed
against the desk, completely spent. That was some of the best
sex I had ever had in my life. I heard him pull his pants back
on, but I was too exhausted to move and a little nervous to try
sitting down.
“Stay here, sweetheart,” he said before landing a kiss on
my cheek. “I’m just going to go get something to clean you up
with, okay?”
I nodded and sighed, completely content. I was so well and
truly fucked, and not just in the most literal meaning of the
word. With each day, I kept finding myself more and more
tangled up in their world and with them. I couldn’t stop
myself. Everything about them called out to me. I wanted to be
with them all the time. Their darkness made my shadows seem
not as dark.
“Alright, love,” Tristan said, coming back into the office
with a wet cloth and a few other items. “Let’s get you cleaned
up and go get you some food, yeah?” I smiled and nodded
from where I was on the desk. He bent down to my level and
kissed me hard, pouring into it all the feelings we were both
too afraid to say out loud. He kissed my nose and then, with
gentle hands, cleaned me up before helping me get dressed.
 TRISTAN

Scarlet had winced when she climbed onto the bike for our trip
to the loft, and I wondered for a moment if I had been too
rough with her. But thinking back to how she had been
whimpering underneath me, panting, her body begging for it, I
pushed that thought to the back of my mind. The way her skin
had reddened and puckered under the force of my belt had
snapped something in my brain. In that moment, I had lived
and breathed for her, for the way her body responded to me.
There was no going back now. This wild little creature was
mine, ours, and I wasn’t going to let her go. The way she
kissed me back afterwards had confessed far more than I think
she thought it did. She may not have been ready to say it out
loud yet, but she wanted to be with us. She wanted this life for
herself. And I wanted it for her. I needed her to want it.
The loft we kept in the city was only a few blocks away
from the Tower, and when the lift doors opened up to our
penthouse, the smell of Rico’s Italian came flooding into the
lift. I was starving after all the work I had just put into her.
Scarlet’s eyes roamed across the wide expanse of the
penthouse, drinking it all in. I would never get sick of looking
at her.
“You guys really like to flaunt that you have money, don’t
you?” She smirked and walked inside, making herself at home.
“Ever heard of investing?”
“Trust me, love, this is a small drop in the ocean that is our
wealth. You don’t have to worry about us.”
She looked at me over her shoulder with a smile and then
sauntered off, swaying her ass with each step. I watched her
walking away, letting my mind drift back to how it had looked
with my dick inside of it less than thirty minutes ago. My cock
sprang back to life and twitched in my pants. I adjusted myself
and followed her the rest of the way in.
 “Hey there, hot stuff,” I heard Sebastian call from the
kitchen. A loud smack was followed by Scarlet’s scream, and I
laughed to myself at how much that must’ve hurt her still-raw
skin. I walked into the kitchen just in time to watch her rear
back and slap Seb right across the face, a handprint forming
almost instantly.
“After what your pal over there did to my ass earlier, you
don’t get to touch it for days. Understood?” Her finger wasn’t
even an inch away from his nose, but his grin grew into a sick
smile. I rolled my eyes. Never present a challenge to Seb
because he was always going to push the boundaries. And he
normally won.
“Bad idea, princess,” Elliot said from the table. “Seb loves
a good challenge. Especially when it involves pain.”
“I’m serious, Sebastian.”
“Ooh, she said my full name! You must’ve done a number
on her, T!” He picked her up around the waist and gave her a
tight hug before putting her back on the ground and taking his
seat at the table.
“We will not be talking about any of that nonsense at the
dinner table!” Melody walked out of the back of the loft.
“Mind your manners,” she said and swatted Seb on the back of
the head as she passed. Scarlet’s cheeks burned red. I kissed
her on her head before sitting down and pulling her down
roughly onto my lap. She flinched but slowly relaxed back into
my chest.
“You’re hogging her!” Sebastian whined from the other
side of the table.
“You had her all last night and this morning,” I countered.
“I get her for the afternoon.”
“Will you two stop bickering over her like children?”
Elliot asked in his grumpiest voice. He wasn’t fooling me
though. I had seen the way he had looked at her in that
warehouse while she was kicking ass. And ever since that
night, he had been asking about her nonstop and stealing
glances at her whenever she wasn’t looking. He was
interested, he just didn’t know how to voice it…yet.
“How about we stop talking about Scarlet like she isn’t
here and eat?” Melody asked at the head of the table. She
started opening up all of the catering containers that we had
had delivered from Rico’s, intensifying the smell of garlic and
cheese.
I grabbed a plate for Scarlet, filled her plate up as full as it
would go, and sat it down in front of her.
“Eat,” I said. She rolled her eyes at me and grabbed her
plate before standing up and taking the seat next to me. She
winced as her ass came into contact with the hard wood of the
chair, which was exactly why I had been holding her. My legs
would have been much easier to sit on than that chair, but the
girl was stubborn as a mule.
“Melody, how long have you worked for these guys?”
“Going on about six years now, right?” I nodded. “I’ve
been through a lot with these guys. They’ve really been so
sweet to me. Gave me this job, got me a nice apartment, and
they always make sure they pay me a visit every now and then.
Well,” she said with a pointed look at each of us, “until
recently, that is.”
Scarlet laughed. “Sorry, I think you can blame that one on
me. I hear I’m a bit of a handful. And they’ve had to play the
role of babysitter a lot lately.”
“You remember that time Mel shot Elliot?” Sebastian
blurted, suddenly laughing his ass off. “Mel, you have got to
tell that story.”
I rolled my eyes. That story had been told so many times I
was genuinely shocked that Seb could still find it funny.
Scarlet’s eyes widened and swiveled to Elliot. I could tell she
was trying really hard to not just burst out laughing in his face.
Probably smart of her not to, honestly. That story was a real
sore spot for him.
“And how did that happen?” God, she was cute when she
was trying not to laugh. Elliot grumbled and shoved more food
in his mouth, refusing to look up from his plate.
If I didn’t know any better, I thought, I would think he’s
embarrassed she’s finding this out.
“I had told Mel that we were out on a job, and she was
keeping watch over some stuff for me back at the Tower,” I
started.
“And I was told that no matter what, they wouldn’t be
going back there.” Mel gave Elliot a hard look, and he sat back
in his chair, arms crossed.
“And I didn’t think you would mistake me for a common
thug and shoot me.”
“At least it wasn’t a fatal shot,” Sebastian laughed.
“It could’ve been! Crazy woman shot me inches away
from my damn heart!”
Melody laughed, and I saw Scarlet bite back a laugh.
“Poor thing,” Scar said and winked at Elliot. The bastard
cracked a smile at her, and I almost choked. She was definitely
getting under his skin and had been ever since he’d seen her
get shot for us in that warehouse. It didn’t surprise me that
that’s what it took for him to see her as anything other than a
burden.
Elliot had a lot of faults, but he was loyal to those who
were loyal to him. And when he had seen her burst through
those doors after killing multiple men for us and then continue
to fight for us, risking her own life…I thought maybe
something had clicked into place. Whether he liked it or not,
she had saved our asses, and he had to respect that.
“You know,” Scarlet said as she shoveled another bite of
food in her mouth. That woman could eat. I had no idea where
she put all of it. She had put on a little muscle over the past
few weeks training with Elliot, but she was still so small.
Suddenly, the image of throwing her around in the bedroom
popped into my mind, and I almost choked on my food. She
patted my back with a grin that made me think she knew
where my head was but continued. “I have had a lot of Italian
food growing up because my bunica is Italian, but this shit is
amazing.”
“It’s Rico’s.” She turned her pretty eyes onto me. “It’s our
favorite place. We’ve been in business with him for a long
time now.”
“In business with,” she said while making air quotes with
her fingers.
“I think it’s the nicest way of putting things, yes.
Business.”
She smiled and then looked around the room, taking in the
view from the floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room. “Is
this where you guys normally live? When you aren’t having to
babysit me out in the country?”
“Normally, yes.”
“It’s kind of cold. I think I prefer the manor.”
“Normally we take turns going out there,” Sebastian said.
“If one of us needs a break or wants a vacation for a few days,
we go out there and chill. Elliot and I can’t stand the incessant
pounding Tristan does on his drums when he’s pissy, so
Tristan tends to go there more often than we do.”
“You boys are more temperamental than teenage girls,”
Melody mumbled as she took a long sip of wine.
“I’ve noticed that,” Scarlet said through a smile.
“They better be minding their manners.”
Scarlet snorted at that and then stood. She looked around at
all three of us. I saw Melody smile behind her drink as she
watched Scarlet hold all the power over us. All three of us
watched and waited, like her little lapdogs. Even Elliot, who
was trying not to be as obvious about it, was a little more on
edge waiting to see who she was about to call on.
“Elliot,” she said, locking her eyes onto him. I watched his
gaze slide onto her out of the corner of my eye. Jealousy tried
to take root in my gut, but I pushed it down. If I was going to
make her stay, we needed to make this work. She wanted all of
us, and I was happy to see my friends happy. So I needed to
get over my mental hang-ups and let this run its course. “Take
me for a tour?”
Elliot sat there for a moment, staring at her. I could’ve cut
the tension with a knife. We were all watching him, waiting to
see what he would say. I honestly figured he would give her a
snarky comment or tell her to go fuck herself.
“Alright,” he said and stood up, throwing his hair into a
bun. “I’ll take a turn being your little bitch boy.” He walked
around the table, and as he passed her, she grabbed his arm
and sprang up onto his back like a fucking monkey. He tilted
to the side and swore before helping her hop the rest of the
way up onto his back.
We all watched them go, Elliot telling her this and that
about the loft before disappearing down the hallway. I stared
after them for a minute, and when I turned around, both
Melody and Sebastian were looking at me.
“What?”
“We are well and truly fucked,” Sebastian said.
“Yes, you are,” Melody agreed. “What do you intend to do
with her? Her family isn’t going to just give up trying to take
hold of this city—your city.”
“I know,” I said, running my hand over the scruff that had
started to form. “Whatever we do…”
“We can’t lose her,” Sebastian finished for me.
“We can’t lose her,” I agreed.
“Then don’t,” Mel said.
 SCARLET

After we got home, Seb dropped onto his knees on the wood
floors and begged to be able to sleep with me for the night.
Elliot rolled his eyes but ruffled my hair, and he walked past
us and down the hall, off to do god knew what with the rest of
his night.
“I wanted to go play in the music room anyway. I have
some shit to sort out.” Tristan kissed my cheek and then left
Seb and me alone. I looked down at him, his brown eyes full
of mischief.
“Seb, no sex.” He pouted. “I’m serious. My ass is on fire,
and she is sore.”
“Fine,” he whined and picked me up as he stood. “Let’s get
your ass taken care of first and then nothing but cuddles. Pinky
promise.” I wrapped my pinky around his and then leaned my
head against his shoulder. I could’ve walked to my bedroom,
but when he was offering to carry me, why would I put out the
effort? It was nice to be taken care of sometimes.
We lay in bed with my back to his front while he twirled
his fingers through my hair. He had rubbed ointment gently
across my stinging flesh before we both crawled into bed. I
was physically, mentally, and sexually exhausted from the day,
and feeling his solid body against mine had me drifting off
within minutes.
“Scarlet.” His low voice jolted me out of sleep, and I felt
him laugh behind me.
“Yes?” I looked over my shoulder, and he nuzzled into my
hair.
“I want you to want to stay.”
I took a deep breath. I wasn’t sure what to say. I figured
that topic was going to come up eventually, seeing as I was
getting closer and closer with all of them. And they seemed to
be letting me in more each day. But would I actually want to
stay with them if I didn’t have to? I didn’t know the answer to
that.
“I want a life,” I finally managed.
“You could have a life with us if you promised not to run
away, little pet.” He pulled me tighter to him and kissed my
hair.
“Because the smartest dogs always come back?” I was
half-joking, but he didn’t find it funny. He sighed and grabbed
my chin, forcing me to look at him through the darkness.
“Because we need you. And I think you need us.” He
kissed my nose. “Now stop making me angry or I’ll put your
mouth to good use.”
I rolled back over and pulled the blanket under my chin. I
waited until his breathing was slow and even before letting
myself drift back off. But I needed to make a decision…and
soon. Was I going to just give in and try to be happy in their
world? Or was I going to try and run?
I wanted to have a life outside of them if I stayed. They
couldn’t expect me to go from building to building, always
one of them by my side, without having any freedom
whatsoever.
God, I missed having Kenna to talk to. She had to be
seriously freaking out over all of this. She knew enough to
keep her mouth shut and not go looking for me, but I knew she
would be terrified. And I had been so caught up in my own
shit I hadn’t even tried to convince the guys to let me send her
a message. I needed to let her know that I was okay.
I took a few deep breaths and tried to tell myself I didn’t
have to decide what to do immediately. I was still injured, still
technically on the run from my family, and it’s not like I had it
so rough with the guys. I lay there and listened to Seb’s slow
breathing, letting it calm me. I was beginning to depend on
them much more than I had intended to.
Seb’s clean scent calmed me down, and I settled into him. I
had never been one to cuddle, but something about these idiots
made my insides turn to mush. It wasn’t something I would
ever admit to them. They didn’t need to know that they had
any kind of emotional sway over me. I brought his hand to my
mouth and kissed his knuckles before finally drifting off to
sleep.
 SEBASTIAN

“Hey,” I heard someone whisper. I instantly swung out my free

arm, but it was caught mid-strike. “It’s Tristan, you nance.”
I rolled my eyes. He had the weirdest fucking sayings.
“You mean ‘nonce,’” I whispered back.
“Whatever. Come on, something’s happened.”
I groaned but slowly and quietly pulled myself free from
Scarlet. She had turned around and curled herself into my
chest, gripping tightly onto my worn T-shirt. Once I worked
her fingers free, I was able to roll out of her bed and pad
silently across the floor. If I was gone too long, she would
wake up. She would never admit it, but she needed one of us
to sleep with her. I’d learned early on that her nightmares
visited her often, and it seemed like they got better the longer
she was with us.
I knew she thought we were all just heartless gangsters, but
she was starting to worm her way into our hearts. I wasn’t
lying when I told her I wanted her to want to stay with us. If
we could trust her, we would happily let her have her freedom
back. But she’d need protection out there once word got out
that she was with the Triad. She couldn’t go back to living the
life she had before, not that I thought she would want to. Who
wants to be constantly on the run, living in slums, and
watching your back?
“We’ve been hit. The loft in the city was broken into and
trashed beyond belief,” Tristan said as I joined both him and
Elliot in the hallway. I clicked Scarlet’s door shut.
“What the fuck? Her family?” I asked, nodding my head
towards her room.
“Has to be,” Elliot said in hushed tones. “We don’t have a
bounty on our heads with anyone else. And Derek wouldn’t
have the balls.”
 “Anyway, we need to go down there and take a look.”
“Who is staying back with Scar?” I asked.
“There are five of our guys here, Seb,” Tristan said,
rubbing his eyes. He could act like he was pissed I was asking,
but I knew he was worried about leaving her here alone just as
much as I was.
“Five isn’t enough,” I countered.
“Five is fucking plenty, Seb,” Elliot groaned.
“All three of us need to go. If anyone sees us out there this
late at night, separated, they’re going to be suspicious or see it
as a perfect opportunity to strike.” Tristan gave both of us a
stern look. “We go together, yes?”
Elliot nodded, but I looked back at her door one more time,
debating on how much I actually wanted to fight them.
“We could just bring her,” I said half-heartedly. I knew
they wouldn’t go for it, and I really didn’t think it was the best
idea either. She needed her rest, and I didn’t like the idea of
keeping her up all night just to go take a look around a
vandalized loft.
“Really? You really want to wake her up in the middle of
the night? She would probably chop your balls off. You know
how she loves her sleep,” Elliot said. I cringed, and I swore
my balls shrunk up inside of me. She definitely would, my
lethal little thing.
“Fine. But I want someone outside her door for when she
wakes up wondering why we left.”
“Done. Get dressed. We leave in five.”
 TRISTAN

I told the guys staying behind to make sure every door was
locked, bolted, and watched closely. Matthew, the one I trusted
the most out of the five, was stuck on door duty should Scarlet
wake up and wonder where the hell we had gone. I couldn’t
believe the effort we were going through just to make sure she
didn’t get upset. We told the guys that we wanted her watched
to make sure she didn’t try to run, but between the three of us,
we knew they were keeping her comfortable and safe.
We were worried about her.
I didn’t know how it had gotten to this point. From the
moment I’d seen her big blue eyes, I knew she was going to be
trouble. She was broken, and we were going to try and heal
her. I just hoped she was able to heal us as well.
 SCARLET

I rolled over to an empty bed and sat straight up. Seb never left
me alone when he was staying in my bed. The sappy idiot
could deny it all he wanted, but I knew he worried about my
nightmares. I felt around the bed, but it was cold. He’d been
gone for a while.
My stomach was instantly in knots. Something wasn’t
right. My feet softly hit the floor, and I made my way across
the hardwood to put on some pants before wandering out into
the house. Surely they hadn’t just left me. They never left me
without at least one of them babysitting.
I turned the doorknob as slowly as I possibly could. I was
terrified to make a noise. I hadn’t been this scared since I first
ran away. Back then I was listening to every little noise I
heard, assuming that someone had finally found me. This felt
far too similar to that. The ghosts of scars that would never
quite leave me alone. I felt my heart racing in my chest, and
the blood roaring in my head with panicked frenzy was
drowning out anything else useful I might be able to hear.
When I finally got the balls to open the door, the hallway
was empty. They hadn’t even left anyone to sit by the door.
What the fuck had happened? A flashback of that night, that
guy on top of me, flew through my mind, and I pushed it back
to where it came from.
I may have only known them a few weeks, but they
wouldn’t leave me. They weren’t my family. There was no
way they had hired someone to take care of me, to take me
back to that place. The panic crept its way up my spine,
begging me to stay hidden in my room. But the overly
confident side of my brain won, telling me to go find one of
them. Because they had to be in the house.
They wouldn’t leave me.
 Making my way down the long hallway, I peeked into each
of their rooms, hoping to find at least one of them asleep.
Nothing.
The house was eerily quiet. I went slowly down the stairs,
trying to look around through the dark and find one of their
guys. There were always men hanging around, watching the
house, and watching me. But I still hadn’t seen a single
person. At the bottom of the stairs, I stepped in something wet,
and any sense of calm I may have had was completely erased.
I felt the tears threaten and my throat constrict.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
I took a couple of steps and flipped on the light. When I
looked down at my foot, it was stained red with blood. My
stomach flipped, and I turned around slowly to survey the
room.
One, two, three, four, and five men. All lying on the floor.
All dead. Gunshot in between each of their eyes. Whoever had
done this had been expertly trained. And they had ruined
Tristan’s new carpet. He was going to be pissed.
“Where the fuck are the boys?” I whispered to myself.
I needed to find weapons. I wasn’t that weak little girl
anymore that was so easy to overtake a few years ago. I was
smarter, stronger. And I could take care of myself. Fuck those
assholes that wore me down, made me feel safe and welcome.
Fuck them for breaking down my walls and making me
believe that I could actually belong somewhere.
I turned the light back off and crept around the foyer,
rubbing my foot on the rug near the door to try and get as
much of the blood off it that I could. I didn’t need anyone
tracking me through the house. I knew the guys kept weapons
stashed throughout the home just in case. Keeping my breaths
as slow and even as I could, I made my way through the
hallways towards Tristan’s music room.
Before I could make it there, I heard a thump come from
behind me, and as I whipped around to see what it was, a fist
connected with my face, smacking my head against the wall.
Stars flew through my vision, but I swung out and kicked in
the direction it came from. My foot connected, and I pushed as
hard as I could. I heard him grunt and fall to the floor.
“Bitch,” he swore.
“That’s me,” I shot back and took off running towards the
front of the house. I needed to get to the garage and get the
fuck out of here. I didn’t know if this was them or if it was my
family. Hell, it could’ve been the gang whose drug operation
we took down together. But it didn’t matter. Whoever it was, I
needed to run.
I grabbed onto the top of the bannister to swing my body
around and head towards the kitchen where the garage door
was. The moment my body made the turn, a hand gripped a
fist full of my hair and yanked back. I cried out and went
down onto the carpet with a thud, the air whooshing out of my
lungs.
“Motherfucker,” I wheezed, trying to roll away and get
back on my feet. I needed to get back up to be able to have a
chance at fighting the asshole.
“That’s me,” he taunted and then kicked me in the ribs. I
swore I felt one crack in half. I screamed. He kicked me in my
bad shoulder, and another scream flew out of my throat.
“Aren’t you going to fight back? Poor little slut. Not so much
of a threat without your boys and your guns, are you?”
I gripped my side and rolled over, trying to pick myself up.
I managed to get onto my knees before his fist flew and
smacked me right across my face. Blood filled my mouth, and
I spat it out onto the carpet.
“Stupid bitch,” he yelled as he kicked me in the stomach
again. I heaved and fell back onto the floor. He crouched over
me, pinning my arms to my sides and straddling my hips.
Panic flared in my chest. This was not going to happen again. I
thrashed under him, ignoring the sharp pain in my ribs.
“Get off of me!” I shouted, working my arms free from his
grip.
 “Need some help?” A shadow of another person walked
into the room, and I thrashed harder. I knew what could easily
happen when it was two against one. I was not going down
without a fight. I finally worked an arm free and swung up at
the guy on top of me, my fist connecting with his jaw while he
was distracted.
“Cunt!”
“Enough,” the other guy said before I saw the shadow of
his boot swing out. I braced for the kick and felt white-hot
pain as it connected with my head, and everything faded to
black.
 TRISTAN

“I thought you said more of our guys would be here,” Elliot

murmured into the dark. It was cold outside, fully winter, and
the wind was biting through my layers. I looked up at the
building. It was completely dark. It didn’t seem out of the
ordinary for the building to be dark in the middle of the night,
but the fact that the loft wasn’t lit up was troubling. Our
people were supposed to be waiting on us.
“I did. They were supposed to be here. Maybe the power is
out up there.”
“Or maybe this is a trap and we’re fucked,” Seb said.
“I’d prefer to think the power is out.”
“Let’s just go,” Elliot finally said, pushing his way past us
and into the building. It was dark as hell inside with all of the
staff gone for the night. I had told Melody on the phone to
send everyone home, including herself. She was leaving to go
back to her own apartment when I got off the phone with her
to wake Seb up. I didn’t need anyone getting caught in any
potential crossfire just because they had to work the late shift.
We pressed the button for the lift, and as the door opened, I
sighed. Blood. We all swore at the same time. We all knew that
this wasn’t just a break-in anymore. It was an attack.
“How many of our people are we going to find dead up
there?” Seb asked.
“If they got all of them? At least ten.” I walked into the lift
first, and they followed. The ride up to the top floor was long,
with the metallic stench of blood filling the air.
“Alright,” Elliot said as the lights indicated we were
almost there. “Eyes open. Guns up. No one dies.”
“No one dies,” Seb and I both repeated.
 The doors shifted open into the loft, and it was dark, really
dark. There was one light still hanging from the ceiling,
flickering and buzzing like a fucking horror film. We all
gripped our guns, instantly on alert. The adrenaline rushed
through my veins and made me hope there would be someone
there waiting for us. I was ready. After seeing Elliot stabbed
and Scarlet shot, I was out for revenge. I wanted to taste their
blood on my tongue and watch the life drain from their pitiful
fucking eyes.
No one hurt my people and lived to tell the tale.
We ushered ourselves out into the open space, keeping our
heads on a swivel, making sure no one was lurking in the
shadows. Tables were overturned, the carpets squished with
blood, and the walls were peppered with bullet holes. They
didn’t go easy on us. They were here to make a point. I did a
quick head count of the bodies on the floor. Seven. Some I
could tell were ours, and others I had never seen before.
“I’ll check the rest of the open space. You and Seb go
check the back bedrooms. We’ll go upstairs together,” Elliot
ordered.
I nodded and headed off towards the bedrooms, Seb in tow.
After checking through each one and getting the all clear from
Elliot, we all headed upstairs together, Elliot leading all three
of us.
Three more of our guys were dead at the top of the
landing. As we made our way down the hall, we had to step
over four more. Two were ours, two were unknown.
The last door to check was our gym, and the wooden door
was littered with bullet holes. Elliot looked back at us,
knowing that this was the last place anyone could be if they
were still in the loft and alive. He turned the knob quietly and
then thrust it open, quickly taking stock of the room before he
stopped dead in his tracks.
Even in the dim light, I could see him turn white as a sheet.
I saw him swallow.
 “El,” I started, but he turned towards me and held up his
hand.
“What the fuck is going on?” Seb asked, pushing past me.
As he got to the doorway though, Elliot grabbed him. But it
was too late. Seb screamed. It was a sound so excruciating that
my teeth ground together and my body went cold. I felt
nothing but dread as I watched Seb’s face contort in pain as he
choked on a sob.
“No,” he whispered and pushed his way out of Elliot’s
arms and into the room.
 ELLIOT

“Seb, we have got to go,” Tristan said again as Seb held

Melody’s lifeless form in his arms. Melody. Sweet, loving
Melody. Put up with our shit Melody. I found her propped
against the wall, gun still in her limp hand, her body riddled
with bullet holes. The moment I saw her, my entire body had
gone cold.
“I will break every single bone in their body. After that, I
will skin them like fucking animals.” Sebastian had been
rambling and making promises I knew he would keep. “You
said you told her to get out!” He was yelling at Tristan.
“I did, Seb. Last I spoke to her, she was going down to tell
everyone else to leave. She told me she would leave right after.
She must’ve come back up for something and got caught in the
crossfire.”
“This has to be a diversion,” I said, thinking out loud.
“They’d have to know that we would all show up. So why
aren’t they here?”
“I don’t know,” Tristan said from his crouching position
next to Seb, who was still running his hands through her
matted hair, whispering into her ear. We needed to get him to
focus on something else or he was going to break. Seb was the
most emotional of all of us. He got attached the easiest, loved
the hardest. Melody’s death was going to consume him if we
didn’t get him out of that room.
“What if they wanted to get us out of the manor?” I asked.
Worry washed through my stomach. We had left Scarlet there.
“Scarlet?” Tristan asked. “You think they’re going for
Scarlet.”
“I do.”
Sebastian’s head tilted up and towards us. The look on his
face would have made a lesser person shit themselves. He took
a few steadying breaths and laid Melody on the floor and
closed her eyes. I swallowed at the lump in my throat.
“If they lay a fucking finger on our girl, I will burn their
entire city to ashes.” Seb stood and wiped at his face, smearing
Mel’s blood across his cheeks in the process.
“We need to get back there in case that’s where they’re
headed.” I turned on my heel and made my way through the
broken loft, leaving behind my grief for the time being. I could
feel both of them behind me, their anger radiating off them in
waves.
I didn’t love the girl. Hell, I didn’t like her on the best of
days, but she had proven herself useful and loyal over the past
few weeks. I was getting used to having her around. Hearing
her laughter and her sailor mouth booming through the house
on a regular basis. Her naked, tattooed legs swinging from the
counter in the mornings while she drank her coffee. The way
her dark hair made her blue eyes look like ice sometimes.
I shook my head. Sebastian was right. If they laid a finger
on our girl, we wouldn’t stop until their entire city was
underground. Whether I wanted to admit it or not, Scarlet had
gotten under my skin. I had fought it for as long as I could, but
somehow that infuriating woman had wormed her way into my
life.
Tristan was calling the cleanup crew behind me, giving
special instructions for Melody. Each man was to be returned
to his family, if he had one. If he didn’t, we would take care of
it and give him a proper funeral. But Melody? Melody was our
family. She was to be held until this mess was over and we
could give her a send-off worthy of who she was to us.
We all squeezed back into the lift, and Sebastian hung his
head. He was biting back all the tears he wanted to shed for
Melody. He knew we needed to have clear heads going back to
the manor. If this was all a ploy to get us out of the house,
Scarlet could have already been gone. If he lost two women in
one night, I pitied the people he took it out on. That bastard
put both of us to shame when it came to torture. And the way
he looked at Scarlet, the way he cared for her…they were in
for some real fucking pain.
“They can’t have even known where we were keeping
her,” Tristan said almost to himself.
“I don’t know how they would’ve found out,” I agreed.
“We used our most trusted people out there.”
“Emily?” Sebastian asked with death in his voice.
“No,” Tristan said. “I paid her far too much money for her
silence and shipped her off. I saw the way Scarlet looked at
her. Emily wouldn’t have lasted five more minutes around all
of us.” Tristan grinned, and I laid my head back on the wall of
the lift. “I think she likes us.”
“You think?” I asked through a laugh. “She likes you two,
that’s for sure.”
“Shut up, El. You don’t see the way she looks at you when
you aren’t paying attention. She wants your attention just as
much as she wants ours.” Sebastian grinned and crossed his
arms. “And you’re starting to give in.”
I grunted and let the conversation drop. The ride back to
the manor was going to be a long one. If we got there and
Scarlet was gone, or worse, dead, we were going to have a
long road ahead of us.
 SEBASTIAN

“Scarlet!” My voice was hoarse with the effort of shouting her

name over and over again as I made my way through the
house. There was nothing but death. I checked every single
room, closet, and cupboard I could find. She wasn’t in the
house.
“Sebastian, she isn’t here,” Tristan called from downstairs.
But I was too busy searching her room for the fifth time that I
couldn’t focus on whatever the fuck they were doing down
there. “We need to figure out who did this!” He called up
again. “Let’s sit down and make some phone calls!”
I sighed and took one last glance around her room before
running downstairs. Tristan was already on the phone with
whoever the fuck he thought was going to have some sort of
answer. I was fuming. I couldn’t sit down. Elliot was sitting in
one of the armchairs in the living room, staring off into space
and chewing on his lips, the only amount of emotion would let
anyone see.
Tristan was in a heated discussion with someone in
Spanish, so I could only assume he had reached someone in
Derek’s crew. His face turned red, and the vein on his neck
popped. He threw his phone against the fireplace and watched
the screen spiderweb.
Great. Good thing we have all of our contacts backed up
elsewhere.
The house phone rang.
We all looked at each other and then in the general
direction of the phone. We only had one landline phone in the
entire home, and it was for the staff to use. None of us had
ever even touched the thing. On the third ring, I was out of the
living room and into the hallway where it hung on the wall.
Tristan and Elliot ran in behind me.
“What?” I asked into the receiver.
 “What would it mean to you if I said we had your little
Romani pet?”
I held the phone out for the other guys to hear. “Why
would I believe you?”
The voice on the other end sighed. “Was the five guards
murdered and your missing bitch not enough? Fine.” I heard
the crunching of gravel in the background and then what
sounded like a door opening. “No eres tan fuerte ahora, ah
perra?”
I looked at Tristan. I didn’t understand a lick of Spanish.
“He just called her a bitch,” Tristan mouthed. The vein in
Tristan’s neck looked like it was about to burst. I was having a
hard time not cracking the phone in half. And Elliot stood
there, still as a statue, staring at the phone like he would jump
through it.
There was a shuffle on the other side of the phone and then
a grunt as something hit the gravel. That’s when she screamed.
All three of us tensed simultaneously at that bloodcurdling
sound. I saw red, and every muscle in my body poised for a
fight. I was going to torture them for hours and then light
pieces of them on fire and watch their flesh bubble and burn. I
would break every little fucking bone in their pathetic bodies
until they screamed for death.
“Solo espera lo que tenemos planeado para ti.” And then I
heard him spit on her. He fucking spit on my fucking woman.
“He said something about waiting to see what he had
planned for her,” Tristan whispered.
“Let’s go!” someone else called from further away. As I
was about to ask what they wanted, he came back on.
“The warehouse.” He hung up, and I looked up at Elliot
and Tristan.
“We’re going.”
“Of course we’re going,” Elliot said. “We need to load
up.”
 “You guys get what we need,” Tristan said. “I’ll call in
backup.” I nodded and followed Elliot towards our weapons
room. “And Seb?” I looked at him over my shoulder. “You
have free rein in there.”
I smiled.
 SCARLET

I came to with my arms tied behind my back and a gag in my

mouth. My eyes were almost swollen shut, and my ribs were
screaming. I tried to take calm breaths through my nose
because the harder I tried, the harder it was to get air into my
lungs. My face was wet with either tears or blood, I couldn’t
tell.
My legs were tied together at my knees and my ankles. I
still had pants on, and I thanked whatever gods there were that
it didn’t seem like they had raped me while I was out cold. We
were moving, and by the feel of things, I was in the boot of a
car. It was pitch-black with two faint red lights shining in.
I could barely control my movements being tied up the
way I was. With each brake and acceleration, I was rolled back
and forth like a sack of potatoes, doing fucking wonders for
my healing shoulder injury. I groaned and tried to stretch my
legs as straight as I could get them. They were seizing up,
which had to mean we had been traveling for a while if I was
stuck in that position long enough for my muscles to cramp.
I groaned into the gag as they stretched and loosened.
Being short was working to my advantage. I was able to get
almost completely straightened out. But every time I took a
breath, my ribs ached and made tears fall down my cheeks.
They had definitely broken my ribs.
The car turned onto a gravel road, left or right, I couldn’t
tell, and didn’t miss a single pothole. I was starting to think
they were aiming for them just to see how much they could
actually jostle me around. The car slowed and came to a halt,
pushing me towards the back of the boot. I grunted when I
rolled over on my injured shoulder, biting into whatever rag
they had shoved into my mouth.
The car door opened, and heavy footsteps crunched back
towards me. It was all I could do to not let myself spiral into a
panic attack. I wanted to cry, but my mind wouldn’t let me. I
was too stubborn for that shit. I was not going down like a
little bitch. I still didn’t know who had taken me, whether it
was my family or the druggies.
I had pushed it completely out of my mind that it could’ve
been the guys. I wouldn’t let myself think like that. There was
no way they would have set this up. Something had to have
taken them out of the house last minute. Something important
or they never would’ve left me alone. I wasn’t delusional. I
didn’t think they were so head over heels for me that I was
considered one of them. But they cared enough that they
wouldn’t do something like this. It wasn’t them.
And so it only left two options, and neither one was too
appealing. If it was my family, I would more than likely be
dead before the sun as up. If it was the gang, I had no idea
what would happen. Torture was the first thing that came to
mind. If they knew the guys had any kind of feelings for me,
they could use that to their advantage. I shivered.
I counted the footsteps as they approached. When they
paused at the door, I held my breath. The latch clicked open,
and I was bathed in amber streetlight. The guy standing in
front of me was wearing a ski mask over his face, and the light
behind him made it impossible to make out anything about
him. One hand held something to his face. A phone?
“No eres tan fuerte ahora, ah perra?”
I didn’t speak Spanish, but I knew what perra meant. I was
getting really sick and fucking tired of people calling me a
bitch. I stared at him, refusing to look weak even if I was
bound and gagged at his mercy. He reached down and pulled
me out of the boot by my hair, my scalp screaming at the
assault. My body flailed and fell hard onto the gravel. I
couldn’t help it; I screamed again. He shoved the boot shut
and looked down at me.
“Solo espera lo que tenemos planeado para ti.” He spat on
my face, and my temper flared. He was going to pay for that
one with his life.
“Let’s go,” another guy said from the side of the car.
 “The warehouse,” he said into the phone and then hung up
and put it in his pocket. With that, I was picked up and thrown
over dude’s shoulder, crushing my already broken ribs. Pain
flared through every inch of my body, and when the blackness
threatened at my vision, I welcomed it.
Surely the guys would come for me soon.
I just had to stay alive.
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Liars
First, to the readers. Thank you for taking a chance on a first
time author. You can never know how much it means to me
that you gave me a chance to tell you a story. Thank you.
To Amber, my guardian angel. You have no idea how much
you helped me and continue to help me through this process.
Without you, I would be floating in the endless ocean that is
self-publishing. Thank you for answering all my questions,
listening to my rants, and reading everything that I sent your
way. Thank you for taking time out of your own schedule to
help inspire me and give me courage to do this. You are such a
massive piece to the puzzle that is this book.
To the infamous group chat, you know who you all are. Thank
you for the (somewhat) late night discussions, the endless
support, and kicking my ass into gear when I needed it. Thank
you for all the laughs and the rage sessions. I love each and
every one of you with every piece of my heart. We did it!
Look at us. Who would’ve thought?
To Michelle, my soul half. I love you more than words can
express. Ever since I met you in that tiny uni classroom in
York (too many years ago now to count), I have been head
over heels for you. Your friendship has gotten me through so
much in my life. You have been the person I can come to no
matter what. Thank you for always being there, for always
talking me down off the cliff, and for always keeping my name
in your phone as Big Booty. It’s the confidence boost I will
always need.
To Abi, my amazing cover designer at Pink Elephant Designs.
Girl, you have no idea how much I appreciated your infinite
patience with me as I navigated through my first ever cover
design. Thank you for putting up with my multiple emails and
requests. You hit it out of the park. I could not be happier with
this cover and I cannot wait for the next one.
To Sandra, my editor at One Love Editing. The edit you did on
this book was amazing. Thank you for fixing all of those
comma splices and changing every single yea to yeah. You’d
have no idea I went to college for English.
To every single author that has communicated with me and
encouraged me over the last six months, thank you. I never
thought I would be here. But with all of your examples, I was
able to push myself out of my comfort zone and make this
happen. Thank you all for the amazing community you have
created.
To all of you aspiring authors out there that may have taken
the time to read these acknowledgements all the way through -
don’t give up. You can do this. Push yourself. And if you have
any questions or need any moral support, come to me. I am
here to give you as much hype as I can possibly give.
Dana Isaly is a writer of dark romance, fantasy romance, and has also been known
to dabble in poetry (it was a phase in college, leave her alone).
She was born in the Midwest and has been all over but now resides
(begrudgingly) in Alabama. She is a lover of books, coffee, and rainy days. Dana is
probably the only person in the writing community that is actually a morning
person.
She swears too much, is way too comfortable on her TikTok, and believes that
love is love is love.
You can find her on Instagram (@danaisalyauthorpage) or on Facebook with
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