Chapter 30 Declan
Declan
My brothers were hiding something. They'd fought all the time as kids, mostly over girls, but this was different. Walking into the kitchen to find the two of them at each other's throats was unexpected.
They rarely locked horns these days, and it had been a while since I'd had to threaten them with violence. So what the fuck was going on?
Something told me Verity's presence was the catalyst for today’s drama. I wasn't blind. I knew Ronan had a thing for her. Had done ever since she arrived at our house a few weeks ago. But Conal too?
This wasn't good. We didn't need any additional trouble. I had enough on my plate trying to snuff out the O'Rourkes and their stupid coup. My brothers needed to be focused, not mooning over a girl.
Or woman, I mentally corrected myself. Verity was no longer a kid. Not with those curves.
My dick thickened in my pants. With Bridget out of the way, I needed to get fucking laid. It might help cool my inappropriate thoughts for a while. At least until Verity left.
I knew damn well Thea wanted her to fly to the US, a plan I was fully on board with.
Given how we'd been targeted twice now, it clearly wasn't safe for her in Ireland, her father notwithstanding.
If she went to stay with Thea, she'd have protection from the Russian mafia, not to mention her own personal bodyguards.
I stared at my phone, wondering if I should call Thea and make the arrangements. But something stopped me. Verity had endured people deciding important shit for her all her damned life. Was I any better if I did the same thing?
This was her decision. I had to let her make it with the information available. My mind made up, I poured another drink. I'd speak to her later and outline the risks of staying here. If she still wanted to remain in Ireland, I'd assign two of my most trusted men to be her bodyguards.
Not my brothers. Those two clowns had shit to do, and a few more days away from each other might provide some clarity.
I should talk to Verity now. She had seemed upset when she left the kitchen earlier.
Unease slithered through my veins as I pulled up the security footage to check her current location.
The new phone we'd given her had a tracker on it.
She wasn't aware of this, but I saw no benefit in telling her - it was there for her own protection.
The system told me she had gone to her bedroom. At least that's where her phone was, anyway. Then I frowned. Both of my brothers were with her.
Why were they in her bedroom?
Years ago, my father had installed cameras in all the bedrooms. Since none of us enjoyed being watched like lab rats, we'd shut down the feeds to give us privacy in our personal spaces, but there was a setting in the system that reactivated individual cameras if needed.
I toggled on the camera in Verity's bedroom, ignoring the pinch of guilt about invading her privacy.
This was a one-off, I told myself. She might be in trouble. Maybe she'd called my brothers for help because she was too afraid to ask me.
Nothing prepared me for what I saw when the camera blinked into life.
Verity lay on her bed, naked, her gorgeous tits on display, while my two asshole brothers lay next to her, also naked.
I knew the two of them had fucked her. Thanks to my father's investment in high-definition cameras, I could zoom in and see the slick between her thighs and how puffy her pussy was.
To my intense shame, my cock thickened to the point my pants could barely contain it. I unzipped to relieve the intense pressure, groaning in relief almost immediately. On-screen, Verity rolled onto her back, her raven hair spread across the pillows and her mouth parted in sleep.
I zoomed in a little closer, feeling like a fucking pervert as I ogled her perfect breasts, each one tipped with a rosy pink nipple hard enough to bite between my teeth. Dammit, she'd look so fucking good tied to my bed while I teased her with my fingers and mouth.
My cock leaked as I gripped it and imagined how hot and tight her pussy would feel when I slid inside her. With a low grown, I came hard, spurting all over my hand and wool pants.
As the euphoria faded and shame hit me in the solar plexus, I stared at the woman on screen, sandwiched between my asshole brothers, and reminded myself she wasn't mine and never would be.
That sweet, broken girl could never love a man like me. One way too old and jaded. And besides, I had Bridget. Sure, she wasn't the love of my life, but she looked the part and helped legitimize me in the eyes of the media.
After shutting down the camera and logging out of the system, I cleaned myself up and poured another drink.
I'd crossed a line tonight. This must never happen again, I told myself. I would not be that man. Although I hated the idea of my brothers fucking her, it would likely be a temporary arrangement.
No doubt my brothers would lose interest in a few weeks. We'd have tears, and then she'd fly home to her sister. Thea would rant and rage about my asshole brothers, I'd apologize, and we'd all move on. No harm, no foul.
Everything would work out just fine.
The problem was, I knew in my heart of hearts, this was only the beginning. After my taste of forbidden fruit, I wasn't sure I had the strength to stay away from her.