Chapter Seven
Vincent
We’ve been working nonstop since they got here, with no end in sight. Zayden and Dominic fight worse than Asher and I do, and that’s saying something because our distaste for each other ran deep. Still does when he’s being an arrogant prick.
I look at the clock to see that it’s long past the kids’ bedtime, which means Skyla is either already in bed with one or all of the others, or crashed out.
I want nothing more than to toss my hands up, call it a night and climb in beside her.
I always sleep best when her head is resting against my chest, the soft sounds of her breathing calming me like my own personal sound machine.
I can’t, though. We have to come up with a plan—and fast. I’ve only heard rumors of the Four Horsemen, much like the Graves brothers. They’re practically urban legends, though according to Zayden, they’re very real and worse than I imagined.
“I just don’t understand why you would’ve taken a job from them if they’re that bad?” Asher scoffs, yet again showing his dickish side.
I’ve tried to advise him several times to watch his mouth, but he doesn’t listen. If he gets stabbed, that’s on him.
The knife that Zayden is twirling in his hands stills, conveniently pointed in Asher’s direction as he tilts his head to the side. “You’re right, Griggs. He is a mouthy little shit.”
Asher scoffs, like Graves doesn’t intimidate him. Yet again, his arrogance is blinding because if he knew what I knew, he would be intimidated.
“I’m just saying, you get called on a hit or whatever by the Four Horsemen, you say yes. I can’t see why you didn’t question it when it was the leader’s little sister’s boyfriend? Or did you not do enough research?”
Dominic shoots his brother a look and throws out an arm, stopping Zayden as he lunges, the knife in his hand inches from Asher’s left eye.
Zayden gives him an eerie smile that transforms his face into something out of a horror movie.
“You can’t see? Let me take a look at your eyes,” he says as I reach out and grab his other hand, which is now holding another knife, stopping it mere inches from Asher’s right eye.
Dominic and I hold Zayden the best we can as he shakes against us, his strength almost too much. All the while he holds that calm and creepy smile.
Asher seems to finally understand the magnitude of the people we’re dealing with as he roughly swallows before lifting his head like the “fearless leader of the Brethren” that he is.
“Sorry,” he mutters as he looks down at his phone and begins typing out some kind of message.
Dominic whispers something into his brother’s ear, and Zayden struggles against us once more before roughly pushing back, retaking his seat and propping his legs onto the desk in our security room.
Dominic watches his brother for another moment before resuming his work on Wesley’s computer.
It took him all of two seconds to gain access and begin utilizing every resource the Brethren has at their disposal.
“So, the plan?” Asher asks, clearing his throat.
I cut him a look, and he shrugs at me before turning back to the brothers. Dominic continues typing as Zayden goes back to playing with his knife, keeping his eyes on Asher this time.
“Take them out,” Dominic says.
“If they’re supposed to be so formidable, how do you anticipate achieving that?” Asher asks.
I sigh, Dominic shakes his head and Zayden cackles, though his smile quickly turns into a glare as he speaks.
“By taking them out one at a goddamn time, pretty boy. Why the fuck is he in here?”
“Our latest intel wasn’t even close to tracking down Desmond, but the others are much more… sloppy. Augustus will be the easiest to find.”
Zayden snorts in agreement.
“Why is that?” I ask.
“Because he goes through hookers like a tweaker sifts through the trash. He finds them, fucks them and leaves a trail of bodies through whatever city he’s in,” Zayden scoffs.
“How is that going to be easy to—?”
“Got him,” Dominic says, interrupting Asher, thank fuck. “Looks like he was in Toronto as early as last week. Two missing women have been reported in Buffalo, New York, this afternoon. We’ll leave in a few hours.” He copies and pastes something, then emails it to himself before wiping the account.
I cut him a look as he stares back at me, waiting to see if I’ll question him.
“Excellent. What do you need from us?” Asher asks.
“Besides keeping our entire world protected?” Dominic asks before looking at Zayden.
He looks up at the ceiling like he’s thinking over this request with great detail. “Restock of weapons, hourly proof of life of our family, unlimited access to your intel and him,” he says, pointing at me.
Asher looks to me, as if we have a say. As if this is a negotiation before I look to Zayden and nod.
“Done.”
Asher and I showed Dominic and Zayden their room for the night, and they went to bed as Asher got a phone call.
He cursed at it before stepping back into the security room to take it.
He handles a lot of Brethren shit that I don’t care to know or think about.
If it wasn’t for Skyla and her insistence that she loved the others, I’d have stolen her away a long time ago.
I still think about slipping her and the kids a sedative and all of us making a getaway to somewhere warm, tropical and remote, where no one will ever find us.
She’d hate it, though, and she’d hate me.
So, despite it going against every cell in my body, I tolerate the rest of them for her and now for the kids.
I step into Skyla’s bedroom, my eyes taking in the scene before us in an instant.
Liam and Wesley are naked, tumbling around on one side of the bed as their tongues wrap around one another, while Skyla is bouncing on Ronan’s cock, facing Wesley and Liam—to watch I assume.
All four eyes land on me before their actions resume.
I really wanted to get some time alone with my siren before I have to leave in a few hours.
An orgasm and a little bit of sleep with her on top of me will have to do, I suppose.
The smile Skyla sends me forces my heavy heart to thunk to life. It only beats for her and the kids, just the way it was intended to. It may be in my body, but it’s always been hers. From the moment I laid eyes on her, I stopped existing for myself and became completely and unashamedly hers.
Skyla is naked, her breasts bouncing gently as she rolls her hips on top of Ronan while she faces me. I cup the side of her face as she smiles up at me, my thumb dragging against her lip as she sucks it into her mouth. Fuck.
Her tongue twirls and sucks on my thumb as my cock instantly stiffens in my pants. With my free hand, I quickly undo them, stroking my cock a few times before lining myself up to her mouth. She bends down slightly so she’s able to take me before I push myself into her mouth and down her throat.
She gags and squirms, but I push forward just a little more, needing her to take every fucking inch of me.
My head lolls back as her mouth pulls off me before pushing back down once more.
Weaving my fingers through her silky blonde hair, I let out a deep groan as her tongue swirls around me, leaving a spit-covered layer over the tattoo I have for her on my cock.
I got that done before we got married; had been thinking about doing it from the moment I first stroked my cock to the thought of her.
I knew right then and there that it was all for her, and how better does one show that than to ink it into their skin forever?
“That’s a good girl,” Ronan praises. “Choke on his dick while you ride mine.”
Skyla moans at his words, taking us both with a new vigor. I continue thrusting myself down her throat when the door opens, Asher standing in the doorway with a disappointed frown.
“Fuck you all. Couldn’t have waited for me?” he grouches.
“We started long before you were done,” Wesley replies, grinning as he pulls away from Liam.
Asher continues grumbling like a toddler as he kicks off his shoes and slowly gets undressed.
“Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Skyla cries out around my cock as Ronan growls out his release inside her.
The instant they come down from their high, I’m pushing Ronan to the side and taking his place. Skyla turns around to face me, her soft skin gently moving against mine. One of my hands comes to her hip, the other moving to her growing belly as I push inside her.
“There you are,” I whisper.
She smiles at me, forcing my heart to clench in my chest as she rolls her hips in slow, fluid motions. My eyes roll to the back of my head as I hear the others.
“Don’t pout. I’ll suck you off, Ash,” Liam says.
“And I’ll take care of this tight ass while you do,” Wesley says before climbing behind Liam and pushing inside him.
Liam arches his back and moans as Asher shoves himself down Liam’s throat.
I never know who’s fucking who with those four.
Well, obviously the only two that don’t are Asher and Ronan, but still.
Asher always acts like he only loves Liam, but I catch him and Wesley fucking just as much.
Then Ronan will refuse up and down that he loves Wesley, but the jealousy in his eyes currently tells me that’s a load of shit.
As if to prove my point, Ronan climbs behind Wesley and begins peppering his back with kisses before pushing a finger inside Wesley’s ass and whispering into his ear.
Thank fuck we got a custom bed made for the six of us, otherwise none of this would ever be possible. At least not without being literally all intertwined, and if we can avoid that, I prefer to.
I move my attention back to my siren, and the rest of the world fades. My only focus is her. We don’t speak; we don’t need to. Our bodies come together as one, and everything else comes second. Being with her is like breathing, like existing. Everything is so… easy.
I feel her walls begin to pulse around me, and her body starts to shudder. She’s on the brink of another orgasm already, and I grab her face, forcing her down as far as she can come before my mouth meets hers in the middle.
The instant our lips touch, she falls apart. Her pussy squeezes against me, her body rolling in a way that forcefully steals the cum right out of my cock. It’s all hers, though, every fucking drop, and she takes it like a goddamn queen.
When our orgasms fade, she collapses into my arms, and I tuck her carefully into my side, pressing a kiss to the side of her head as the others continue moaning and raw fucking the shit out of each other. I don’t care in the slightest, though, as I look down at my entire life.
She’s the center of my universe, my entire reason for existence.
I understand the fear the Graves brothers feel because if my world was in danger, I’d stop at nothing to protect it, to protect her.
My only fear is that my life has brought potential death to those I treasure most. There’s only one option, though: we cannot fail. I won’t allow it.