Chapter 35
Well, fuck, that’s unexpected.
Blinking down at the wide bed, I watch Kane sigh and tug Bexley closer.
I know he’s sweet on her, but seeing my big brother, the man who never lets anyone close when he’s asleep since he’s vulnerable, curl her into his chest and sigh while deeply asleep lets me know just how fucked he truly is.
Let’s not even talk about Zayn, who is snuggled into her back like she’s a teddy bear, naked and snoring, but alive and drugless—or at least, I think he is.
Taking a quick picture of all three of them, I prop my hands on my hips as Bexley’s eyes snap open. She goes from dead asleep to awake, her gaze locked on me before she relaxes. It makes me think of what Kane hinted at, that she has a bad past.
Just how bad was it to elicit that kind of reaction?
“That isn’t fair,” I whine as she lifts her head, and Kane looks at me groggily. “You all had a cuddle party and didn’t invite me.”
Kane closes his eyes once more and buries his head into Bexley’s neck, even as she slaps him. He just pulls her closer as Zayn groans and burrows under the quilt. “Too loud, too bright.”
“Not just a cuddle party, a fuck party,” she replies between fighting off my two brothers.
“You had an orgy, and I had to sleep on the sofa.” I point in her face teasingly. “Double standards.” The door buzzes just as I glare at them. “Don’t get up. Your least favorite brother will do it.”
“Get a coffee for Bexley while you’re at it,” Kane orders, his eyes still shut.
Unbelievable.
Opening the door, I find a waiter with a cart and Dodge behind him. “I ordered breakfast for all of you.”
“Thank you,” I say before raising my voice.
“At least some people care about me.” As I step back, letting them both in, Dodge’s eyebrow rises, but he doesn’t question it, just like last night when he and our crew handled the bartender’s body.
I didn’t ask how, and I don’t care. I’m more worried about how someone was brave enough to drug a Sai brother and try to get away with it.
Bexley is right. Whoever helped Butcher is scared and lashing out.
It means they are dangerous, and I hate that they are inside our house.
If this carries on much longer, I might just kill all of our staff and start over.
Dodge nods at me respectfully as he follows the butler, who quickly sets up breakfast. “I have the doctor coming in ten minutes. Do you need anything else?”
“New brothers?” I murmur as I sign the bill and the guards stationed outside allow him to leave. “Anything on the cameras or the bartender?”
“Not yet. We checked financials, family, and friends. No connection to anyone in our organization, but there has to be one. We’ll find it, don’t worry,” Dodge reports.
“You should look at the drug.” The yelp I let out is not sexy or manly as I whirl to find Bexley right behind me.
A mug of coffee is already in her hand, and she’s completely fucking naked.
There isn’t an ounce of embarrassment on her face as Dodge’s eyes widen before averting to the ceiling out of respect.
“What do you mean?” I ask, covering my pounding heart due to fright.
“If it’ new, it will be limited and hard to come by. It’s definitely a street drug. Don’t worry, I’ll make some calls, find out where and how he got it and if anyone else was there with him.”
“Out,” I tell Dodge when his eyes drop without meaning to.
The only reason I don’t pluck them out for looking at her is the fact that he’s been with us for a very long time and is like a brother to us.
He turns and shuts the door. Glaring at Bexley, I strip my shirt off and drape it around her shoulders before buttoning it.
I ignore the feeling of her skin brushing against my knuckles as I kneel to fasten the final buttons before taking her arms, one at a time, and rolling the sleeves back.
When I’m done, I stand but freeze when her finger trails down my ribs and side. “Nice ink. What is it?”
Every thought flees my head at her soft, probing touch, and when her eyes roll up to mine, I fall into them. I understand why my brothers are so enamored. I’m worried she will destroy our family when she leaves, but I’m starting to care less and less. “Neo?” she prods.
“I just thought it looked hot,” I admit, and she grins, moving her finger back and forth over the dark ink until I shiver, my cock hardening in my pants.
I want Bexley, always have. She likes to tease.
It’s a game between us to see who will give in first, and after watching her with both brothers, I know I need to taste her, but I won’t beg.
I won’t force her. I’ll wait for her to come to me.
“Do you have any more?” she asks with a mocking grin that tells me she knows exactly what she’s doing to me. Her hand drifts down to my Adonis belt, stroking my skin above my pants. “Maybe hidden away?”
“You’ll have to find out,” I retort, daring her.
Her hand moves to my pants as if she’s going to undo them. She leans in as my breathing quickens from hope and hunger. “You wish. Maybe next time.”
I slump in both relief and disappointment, because once I get Bexley where I want her, it won’t be a quick ten minutes, which is all we have before the doctor arrives. I’m going to spend all night fucking her brains out until she forgets why she hates all three of us.
“Is your coffee good?” I ask, trying to cover my speechlessness.
“Want to try it?”
I nod for lack of better options, and I expect her to offer me her mug, but she takes a gulp, pinches my chin, yanks my head down, then presses her lips to mine, forcing the hot coffee into my mouth.
Her hands grip my neck, feeling me swallow, and then I hit the wall behind me as her lips move against mine in a hard, brutal kiss.
The warmth and taste of the coffee linger and mix with her sweetness.
I shouldn’t, but my hand slips down her side and grabs her thigh, feeling the softness of her skin over her hard muscle as I pull her close and deepen the kiss.
Her moan makes me harder than ever, and I debate how fast I can get naked just as there is a knock at the door.
It breaks us apart, her lips swollen from the kiss.
“Doctor is here,” Dodge calls through the door, knowing better than to open it since he still thinks Bexley is naked.
Bexley bites my lip then steps back and sips her coffee.
She turns around and takes a seat at the dining table like nothing happened.
Meanwhile, I’m pinned against the wall, my dick so hard it hurts, and when she leans back in her chair and crosses her long, perfect legs and arches a brow at me, I nearly drop to my knees and crawl to her for a taste.
“Come in,” I order unsteadily, and the door opens. Our usual doctor looks around. “He’s still in bed. He was drugged last night.”
“I heard.” He nods at Bexley as he walks past her, and I follow him into the room, finding Kane sitting in the chair next to the bed on his phone. He’s completely dressed and put together, like he was never any different.
“Zayn, the doctor is here. Wake up,” Kane commands as he looks up. “Zayn.”
Bexley strolls in and stands by my side. “Zayn.” He’s instantly awake, sitting up although still half asleep, his hair sticking up at all angles. Smirking, she gestures at Kane.
“Okay, first things first, we need to take some blood. It looks like it’s out of your system, but I want to check, then we need to give you an IV, but I think you should be okay.
” The doctor moves fast, checking his vitals before setting up to draw blood, which makes Zayn antsy.
He’s always hated having his blood drawn, the wimp.
He looks to me for help, since I usually have to force him to do it, and I eye Kane with a sigh, knowing we are probably going to have to pin him down.
A coffee mug hits my chest, and then Bexley crawls into the bed with Zayn, no doubt seeing him growing infinitely more upset as the doctor prepares.
Grabbing his head, she turns him until he’s facing away from the doctor.
“Just look at me, not him.” Her voice is gentle and coaxing, and it’s obvious she has a soft spot for Zayn, especially right now.
When the doctor pulls his arm to lie flat, however, he lets out a little whine.
“Shh, it’s okay. You’re doing well. Just keep looking at me, okay? ”
“I can’t . . . Just give me the IV.” He starts to panic, pulling away, when she slaps him hard. His head jerks, and she looks at the doctor.
“Now,” she orders before she grabs him while he’s distracted and kisses him. He’s so shocked, he doesn’t react as the doctor slides the needle in.
By the time it’s done, Zayn is bewildered and still leaning into Bexley as she breaks the kiss and sits back.
“Wait, I think I need more blood taken. Don’t you, doc?” he calls as he grabs Bexley, but she slaps him away.
“Behave,” she scolds as the doctor sets up the IV. We all watch him. We trust him, but we can never be too careful—that much is evident after last night.
When he’s done, I call Dodge, and when the door is shut, we talk again.
“Was I really drugged?” Zayn asks as he leans back in the bed, his arm with the IV stretched out like he doesn’t want to look at it. “Wait, was it you?” He looks at Bexley. “If so, you didn’t need to drug me—ow!” Kane slaps the back of his head as he walks past to make coffee.
“You’re lucky she noticed. She probably saved your life. She definitely saved your dignity,” he snaps.
“Dignity? Never had any,” Zayn says, making me grin, which I cover when Kane glares at us.
“Do you remember last night?” Bexley asks, looking a little distant.
“Not really, but I’ll try.” Zayn sighs as he closes his eyes. “Right after I take a nap. Wake me up when the IV is done.”