Brotherhood of Darkness

Chapter 10

Chapter 10

IRIS

A fter getting cleaned up the best we could manage with what we have, we climb back into the old pickup truck and continue the trip to my grandfather’s house. It’s the only place I can think of where we’d be safe enough to lie low and also have everything we may need until we find somewhere else to go. My grandfather won’t mind, if anything, he’ll be relieved to have me close after being taken against my will. Unlike my father, he actually cares about my well-being and doesn’t try to send me away.

I yawn, unable to help myself after coming twice on our little side of the road menage a trois detour. After the shit we all went through, we wanted to be close and needed that release next to breathing. My body is finally able to somewhat relax, and through all the craziness, exhaustion is hitting me something fierce.

“You good?” King sweetly checks, no longer hiding the worry in his gaze. He has no idea what I went through, neither of them do, only that I got free and was able to help them, too. I only caught glimpses of what they were going through. There’s no way I was leaving without Beau and then when I discovered Kingston… alive … I thought I had to be dreaming.

I tear up, unable to hold myself back as more emotion hits me front and center. I thought King was dead. I nod, not saying anything.

“Bullshit,” Beau calls me out.

“Talk to us, sweetheart. You should know by now we’re in this for the long haul; you’re never getting rid of us.” King probes, resting his hand on my thigh while I do my damndest to concentrate on the road.

“I’m tired. The time apart was a lot to deal with and I don’t think I’ve truly allowed myself to process everything. For what felt like forever, I didn’t know if either of you were alive. Then the videos and stuff they were showing me made me believe you were dead, King. I’ve been heartbroken from the moment I woke in that fucked up place and worried out of my mind over what I’d find outside that room. It was like being trapped in some sick carnival fun house that was never-ending and full of horror stories.” He squeezes my thigh, being supportive. Beau rests his arm along the back of the bench seat, his fingers moving to sift through my hair. My guys love me; it’s what makes remembering the emotions I was experiencing so fucking hard and brutal to process.

There is no life without them and as everything begins to hit me, I understand it would’ve been torture leaving there without them beside me. I honestly don’t believe I would’ve survived it. “I’m lucky,” I whisper as a fat salty tear falls, trailing over my cheek. “I have you here with me and everything’s going to be okay.”

“Fuck yeah, it will be,” Beau confirms.

“Did they show you anything else besides flashes of the shit they put us through?” Kingston can read me, knows I don’t tend to freak out over nothing. I need his demanding presence more than ever right now. He’ll help me get through this shit show even if he has to drag me kicking and screaming, it’s simply the way he is.

My chest hurts thinking back on my time spent in the house, locked away in that pathetic room. The grimy walls, thin mattress, and most of all the fuckers who seemed to take pleasure in torturing me through glimpses of information and half-truths. “Yes,” I admit, lip trembling as I glance at them then back to the road. They seem to be edging out of their drugged haze after coming all over me and spending some time in the fresh air.

It’ll probably take days for their bodies to truly recover, and I can only pray there are no further effects the more they come off the drugs. It’s not like they smoked a bowl and now have the munchies; they were out of it in the glimpses I was shown. I can’t hold any of the damning images I saw with the other women against them; I know it was set up to make me believe the worst and I refuse to give in to their bait.

“You can talk to us; we’ll do everything in our power to keep you safe. They got the jump on us, but we won’t make the same mistake twice. I’m ready to carve some fucking hearts out if they come at us again.”

I dip my chin, agreeing. Although the ambush has nothing to do with the thoughts tormenting me so ruthlessly. “I-I found out some important information on my family. I knew my father had his hands in some things, but I had no idea the depths he’d sink to.” I want him to die after what he’s done to my mother and the realization frightens me. I’m not ready to say those words out loud. It’s another reason I need to get to my grandfather’s. He’ll know what to do next.

Beau releases a low whistle and one look at him tells me he’s not surprised in the slightest. “Wish I could tell you differently, baby.”

“Yeah, he’s not the picture he portrays. Me and Beau have never liked the slimy motherfucker,” King grumbles. Did they know how corrupt he is this entire time and not say anything to me? How could they not hold it over my head or somehow use it to get what they wanted with me sooner?

I know why… because these delinquents truly do love me.

We arrive at the gate surrounding my grandfather’s vast estate and I heave a sigh of relief. I buzz for entry.

“May I help you?” one of the staff greets and I roll my eyes. They have no idea how much help I need, in more ways than one.

“Please tell Grandfather, Iris is here to see him.”

“Very well, Miss.” We wait a few beats, then the gate comes to life, shifting open for me to pull around the drive and park in front of the house.

“At least there’s no crazy German Shepards around this time to bite our asses,” Beau comments and I flash him a stunned glance. They’ve been here before? Since when?

“How did you know what kind of dogs he has?”

“We stopped by to pay ol’ grand pappy a visit,” Kingston supplies with a devious wink.

Shit. I hope they didn’t make my grandfather go crazy with their bossy attitudes. I want them to get along and maybe even like each other once they have the chance. “Do I want to know?” I ask as we climb out of the vehicle and the front door opens.

They shrug, remaining silent as I lead the way. “Hi, Rufus.” I greet the older butler, who has worked here most of my life. There’s a younger guy standing in the foyer as well. My brows furrow in curiosity, as I’ve never seen him before.

He looks our age. My grandfather would have a good reason to have a guy this young and so well dressed hanging around. Maybe he’s the son of someone important who he’s having a meeting with or something.

“Ah, Iris!” he greets as soon as he comes around the corner. His gaze lands on the group of us and his steps momentarily falter. “Child, you look terrible. Are you ill?” he greets, still tucking me in for a hug, although it’s a loose one. I don’t blame him; I’m filthy from crying and sweating and rolling around in that prison.

The guys are ten times worse, though: bodies and faces back and blue with swelling bruises. Their clothing is mismatched and not at all what they’d normally wear, but they look much more presentable than they did an hour ago.

Beau still has so much dirt in his hair it looks like he was buried alive or something just as crazy. Frankly, I’m scared to ask them to go into detail over the depths of their torture, even though the other part of me needs to know. It’s the only way I can attempt to help them heal.

“I’ve had a rough few days, Grandfather,” I admit, pulling back to study his face. “But I’m here now and I need your help with something. We have so much to discuss. In private ,” I specify as the mystery man pins his gaze on me. It’s not a smart move for him to make with Kingston standing so close by. He’s possessive no matter who’s around, while Beau is a little more reserved until he feels things out a bit.

“Anything, Iris. You know that.”

“I need your connections. There’s some… uh, people I need to find out about and I don’t know how to do it on my own.”

“Who?” he asks, his expression turning serious as he steers me towards his office. The guys silently follow us, which my grandfather doesn’t miss as he flashes a glance behind us a few times. He’s for sure taking in their ruined, exhausted appearances and probably wondering what I’m doing with them.

“Well, to start with, my father. I found out some new information and I need to know the validity of it. If what I’ve been shown is true, it’ll basically rip my heart out.”

His brow furrows as he sits beside me on the couch in his office. He leans in, taking my hand between his as Beau and Kingston sit in the adjacent chairs. “What are you saying, my dear? Has he hurt you?”

My lower lip trembles as I share, “I think he’s responsible for my mother’s death.”

He sits back, steepling his fingers as he stares at me. “I won’t lie to you, I’ve never cared for your father, but I sat back and let your mother make her own decisions when it came to her love life.”

I nod, remaining silent. It’s hard to speak right now as those emotions I worked hard to bury in the truck are surfacing once again. Finally, I manage to croak out, “That’s not all. We were taken, the three of us.” I gesture to the guys as a tear falls. Angrily, I swipe it away as I don’t want to freaking cry right now. It makes me look weak and after the bullshit I just delt with, I know I’m anything but weak. “The society at the university has been using me and my friends as pawns in their screwed-up game and I need to put a stop to it.”

“Hm, okay,” he quietly hums to himself. “We’ll dig up what we can to confirm the information on your father, but as much as I hate to say this to you, it’s probably true. If you found a trail leading him to your poor innocent mother’s death – God rest her soul – it’s most likely the cold hard truth of the matter. What is this about a society messing with you? Care to elaborate? I need all the details you can give me on everything. We should call the police if you were kidnapped. Leave nothing out, my dear,” he offers. Actual help coming would be so far-fetched it’s almost comical. We all know The Brotherhood is much bigger than the police.

“It won’t help. This is goes so much deeper than the police. We need a different plan. I’ll explain in detail, I promise. But first, Grandfather, please say you’ll help us stay off their radar just long enough for us to catch our breath and regroup? Can we stay at the beach house or something?”

“Of course, child. I’ll use all of my resources to help you find out whatever you need. You always have a place with me.”

“Thank you,” I respond, feeling a weight lifting from my shoulders. I knew he’d help. I also know he has connections and will be able to help us fill in some of the information gaps.

“Why don’t you go to your usual room and wash up? Show these boys to the guest rooms so they can do the same and I’ll have Rufus see about getting them some clean clothes.”

“Yes, sir. Can we, um, eat soon, please? We’re starving.” I speak for both Kingston and Beau, knowing they’ve got to be hungrier than I am… they always are.

“I’ll make sure something is on the dining table by the time you are cleaned up. Don’t you worry, Iris, I’ll take care of everything.”

“I know, Grandfather, it’s why I knew I had to come to you as soon as I got free.” I stand and hug him. I still need to find out who the guy up front is, but I’ll leave it for now. I can ask at dinner if he’s gone by then.

He pats my back. “That’s my girl,” he says over my head. “You two make yourself comfortable in the guest rooms; there should be everything you need in the bathrooms.”

“Thanks,” the guys echo.

We make it to the first guest room and I open the door, smiling at Beau. “I’ll come get you on my way to dinner. Please try to relax, the circles under your eyes tell me you haven’t had enough sleep.”

“I stayed awake every chance I got. No way was I letting myself rest when I needed to get to you.”

“I love you, Beau,” I whisper, popping up on my tiptoes to kiss him. The last thing I want to do is leave either of them, but we’re pretty disgusting and the sooner we get cleaned up, the sooner we can eat and go from there.

“I love you, baby,” he murmurs as soon as I pull away, resting his forehead against mine for a beat before muttering, “I need you with me. The separation was brutal and I need to know you’re okay. I don’t trust anyone right now.”

“I know. I feel the same way. My grandfather would never let anything happen to me. I promise.” I press a tender kiss to his jaw, then take a step back. He watches me as I grab for Kingston’s hand and we stroll down the hallway. I send him a little way as we take a right and lose sight of each other.

I stall in front of the next door, gesturing. “This is where I’m staying. I know there’s no way you’ll be comfortable here without knowing exactly where I am. Your room is the next one on the left, so we’re still close.”

With a low growl, he pushes past me, turning the doorknob. In the next breath, he’s tugged me into the room and locked the door behind us. “I’m not finished touching you yet.” He probably thought I was dead… Lord knows I believed he was, so I understand the not wanting to let each other go feeling. Something in the back of my mind before assured me Beau was still alive, but I was led to think Kingston died.

His hold on my wrist is firm as he carts me through the room towards the bathroom. I barely manage to make a peep before he’s flipping the shower water on full force and stripping our clothes off. This isn’t about savoring or making love, no, it’s him needing to feel me wrapped around him while he’s buried inside me as deeply as possible.

“Get in, sweetheart,” he demands, smacking my ass as I pass, making me jump in surprise. He’s on me in a flash, hands behind my thighs, lifting me against the cool marble as the hot water beats down on the both of us. His teeth sink into his lower lip, stare holding mine as he shoves his hips up, his cock slipping through my folds. I draw in a swift gasp, as his length trails up and down, rubbing my clit with each pass until he teases me to the point of insanity.

“You’re driving me crazy.” I breathe the words, loving how his eyes have dilated with desire and we’ve barely begun.

“Crazy? You have no idea. I love you to the point I’m fucking homicidal. When I can’t have you… feel you , insanity plagues my mind. You’ve utterly ruined me, Iris,” he confesses as he finally allows his rock-hard cock to slide inside my center.

“Oh, God,” I cry out, quietly, as he sinks to the hilt. “Kingston.” I moan his name as he rocks his hips against my pelvis, keeping his cock bottomed out inside me. It’s so long it feels like he’s in my stomach. I love it.

“You feel that? How I fill you so deeply you have no choice but to clamp your pussy around my aching cock? Cause it fucking hurts, babe, more than you can imagine. They pumped me full of so much bullshit and when I woke up there were two things on my mind… getting to you and fucking you raw. Filling your perfect pink pussy with my cum repeatedly until you had no choice but to remember who loves you. Me .”

Tears fill my eyes and their presence has anger bubbling to the surface with both sadness and relief. “I love you, Kingston Banks. I always will and after having to experience just the thought of losing you, then following it up with the belief I had… that fucking broke me inside. When I saw you with Beau, it felt like I could finally breathe again for the first time since the society took us. I was terrified.” I admit the last so low, he wouldn’t be able to hear the confession if he weren’t smashed up against my body, keeping his cock implanted as deeply as he can get it.

“I don’t care what it takes, we’ll never let them separate us again,” he promises, his gaze so sincere, I can only nod and swallow the tears back. “When I find out who did this to us, I promise I will get our revenge. It may not happen this month or even this year, but I keep my promises, and the motherfucker responsible will pay.”

I’ve known Kingston nearly my entire life and when he wants something, he tends to obsess over it to the point of madness. Until he finally either gets it or replaces it with a new passion, so I don’t doubt him for a moment when he claims he’ll get payback for us. In fact, I almost feel sorry for the fool when Kingston does catch up with him, because I know it will be painful and probably last twice as long as the horror show we were put through.

“I believe you.” I press my mouth to his, my mind spinning with the contact. I need this. I need him. “I love you,” I repeat against his lips, drawing a smirk from him. I don’t care if I said moments ago, after what we went through, I want to tell them both exactly how I feel and often. I never want there to be even a doubt of my feelings for both of the guys.

His hands move behind me, wrapping up to clamp down on my shoulders. His grip is bruising as he hugs me to him with such force it nearly steals my breath with each punishing jolt of his hips. His pelvis grinds against my clit, hitting it mercilessly as my legs continue to stay locked around his hips as tightly as possible. I want our connection to hurt, so I feel it over every single inch of my body and I know it’s real. This isn’t some twisted dream while I’m still locked away in that fucking room, wanting to beat my head against the wall. No, I’m free and one of the loves of my life holds me tightly, I have no other option but to know this is happening. His love is so intense and volatile, I have no other option but to understand it’s Kingston’s way of loving me… the only way he knows how to.

Obsessively.

Manically.

Violently.

My pleasure hits me full force all at once. There’s no gradual climb to work my way to bliss, it simply slams into me to the point I wail through it. Kingston’s hand slams over my mouth, saving me from embarrassing myself with my grandfather. No doubt he’d get reports from his staff and we need his help right now, not his silent disappointment. “Such a good girl, coming all over my cock. Yes, clamp down, my love. Your pussy’s a whore for my cum.” He growls and my eyes roll heavenward. White hot shocks travel through my body like an electric current, making my limbs clench up, gripping his body to me like I might die without him smashing me into the marble.

He drops his hand and I burrow into the space between his shoulder and ear. “Fill me up, Kingston Banks,” I demand, sinking my teeth into his skin. His body goes rigid, locking up with my bite and then his hot cum bursts inside me. He moans, panting from the intensity of his orgasm.

“Leave your teeth marks behind,” he commands and I happily comply, clenching my jaw until the first hint of metal touches my tongue.

We were both wound far too tight, and somehow he was able to read it on me without me even being aware of it. Him taking me like this, is exactly what I needed. He groans through the last spurts of release, leaning down a bit to suck the top of my breast. The pull is hard enough to leave behind a bright purple hickey, but I don’t mind. I wanted to leave my mark on him, too.

“I’m having that bite tattooed.”

I’m not even surprised, and for the first time in what feels like forever… I laugh.