Die For Me (The Consumed Series Book 2)

Hana

No one had ever told me that all you had to do was take a couple of pills and that was that. It was simple and it was done. I would bleed for a bit, but that was fine. It meant I had my body back.

Michael and Jack were silent on the ride back to the house. It was starting to sink in that I would no longer be pregnant, and I felt an ache in my chest. I was allowed to not want it, but I was also allowed to be sad about it ending. I didn’t think Michael nor Jack would ever comprehend that, so I wouldn’t tell them how I felt about it.

It felt odd walking back into the house with Michael and Jack behind me. Would I ever get used to them both being in my presence and being civil?

“Let’s talk some more,” I announced as I set down my purse; luckily Jack had brought it back to me the night before.

I turned around, and they both stared at the ground, looking uneasy.

“What?” I looked between the two of them.

“Don’t you want to talk about how you’re feeling? About what just happened?” Jack asked me carefully.

Michael had the same concerned look on his face.

“No. I don’t want to talk about it. I’m glad it’s been dealt with,” I answered, tears welling up in my eyes.

Jack shook his head and walked to me slowly, wrapping his arms around me tightly. I couldn’t help it—I started to bawl. I felt Michael’s hand on my back, rubbing circles. I felt Jack crying too, his chest heaving up and down. My poor, sweet, sensitive Jack.

“I love you, Hana,” he said into my ear.

“I love you too, Jack,” I responded into his shoulder.

I let go of him and turned around to face Michael. His face was sullen, his dark-gray eyes wide and mournful. I took his hand and sighed.

“Let’s figure everything else out,” I finally said quietly.

We needed to lay down some ground rules. We needed to figure out how this would work. I let go of Michael and sat on the couch, putting my knees up to my chest. Jack sat down first and Michael followed.

“I want alone time with each of you. You both get me alone, at least once a day. For an hour,” I muttered; I was making shit up as I went.

“An hour? That’s it?!” Jack exclaimed.

“I mean, yeah. At least are the key words here. We can negotiate.” I looked between the two of them.

Michael didn’t say anything; Jack pouted next to me.

“Do we have to all sleep together in the same bed every night? Or do we get to take turns or what?” Michael asked, already exasperated.

I knew he was having a hard time with this. They both were. I put my hand atop his and gave him a small, crooked smile; I knew he loved that smile.

“We can take turns. I do like sleeping with both of you, though. I feel safe,” I explained.

I felt safe? Sleeping between two men who kidnapped me, fucked me, threatened violence against me, and had me scared for my life? How fucked up in the head was I? Speaking of my fucked-up head…

“And I get to manage my own medication. I have no idea when I last took my meds.” I looked at Jack, eyeing him warily.

He put his hands up with a devilish smile.

“So we’re staying here till when? And then what, where will we live?” Michael pressed on, removing his hand from mine to stand. “We each get date nights? What about holidays? We’re all going to show up at your parents’ house as a big happy family?”

He was pacing now.

“We’ll figure that out, Michael,” I answered calmly. Michael’s eyes darted to me. “Sir.”

“And she always has to call you fucking ‘sir’? Or else what? You get to go punish her, just the two of you?” Jack stood now too. They were both spiraling.

“Hey!” I shouted.

Their eyes darted to me.

“All that matters is that you both get me. You’re either all in, or nothing.” I looked between the two of them, standing between their angry glares.

I felt ridiculous telling them they needed to calm the fuck down because I was their shiny little prize.

“I need my hour. Right now,” Michael responded, taking my hand.

He started to lead me up the stairs as I looked back at Jack; he was obviously upset as he frowned up at us.

“One hour, Jack,” I called out to him before Michael took me into the bedroom and slammed the door shut behind us.

Michael threw me down on the bed and hovered over me.

“Hana. This is fucking crazy. I can’t share you with Jack,” he spit out, his eyes clouded with rage as he held down both of my wrists.

My heart started to race. Would this not work after all? He was so against it…but we had to make it work. I got a taste of getting them both and now I needed it.

“Yes, you can. You have been,” I responded quickly.

“The logistics of this working in the long run just don’t make sense. Everyone would have to know we’re…” he trailed off, seemingly looking for the right words.

“All fucking?” I offered.

Michael suddenly smiled. “Yes, to put it eloquently, Hana. We’re all fucking.”

It was so nice to see him smile. I couldn’t help but smile too, and then my smile turned into a laugh.

“Fuck, Hana.” He let go of my wrists and sat on the bed. “I love seeing you laugh and smile like that.”

I sat up beside him. “And you will see that much more often if you decide to stay with us.”

I was giving him a choice to leave right then and there. I didn’t want to force him to be with me in this situation. I didn’t want to force anyone to do anything, not like they had with me. I didn’t count my threatening to kill myself “forcing” them to do anything; it was merely me getting myself out of a situation I couldn’t get out of otherwise. I was giving them choices. And it worked.

I could tell Michael’s mind was working as he surveyed my face.

“I don’t want to lose you again, Hana. That would kill me. Literally this time.” His voice was quiet and sullen, matching his face.

I nodded. “I don’t want to lose you either, baby. You have no idea how happy it makes me knowing you’re both here with me. Safe, right next to me.”

I stood and straddled his lap, draping my arms around his shoulders. I bit my lip as I tried to hide my smile. He wasn’t arguing with me anymore.

“Fuck, Hana,” he sighed, putting his hands to my hips. “I can’t believe I’m doing this. I’m fucking crazy for you, do you know that?”

He was getting hard underneath me.

Suddenly, a painful cramp shot through my abdomen.

I quickly stood and sat on the bed next to him. “Fuck. Michael. I think it’s happening.”

He knew what I meant.

For the rest of the day, the two of them tended to me like I was a queen. I mostly stayed in bed, watching Netflix or reading, cuddling both of them by request. By night time, I demanded they both stay in bed with me. I fell asleep with Jack spooning me and my head on Michael’s chest, a satisfied smile on my face.