Chapter 13
ALEX
It was Friday night. Our football team was playing a rival prep school for the championship. And since Marcello was the quarterback, I wore one of Luca’s old football jerseys. He played during his freshman year and quit.
Luca was not a team player.
He surprised me by bringing the jersey to school. By plastering SALVATORE on my back, Luca was claiming me. It said I belonged to the Salvatore brothers.
Marcello waited for us at the locker room entrance, his thick muscles nicely filling out his tight uniform.
I licked my lips.
Fuck, he was hot.
I’d never felt more protected with all four brothers watching over me. Only Aiden ever ensured my safety. Because of the Salvatore brothers, I was untouchable.
Luca respected me for standing up to him. I thought he would push back and make my life miserable, but he walked me to class with his brothers and always kept me at his side.
Bastian greeted Marcello with a pat on the arm. “Good luck, brother.”
Damian nodded. I’d never seen them speak more than a handful of words.
I stood on my tiptoes and hugged Marcello. “Good luck.”
He lifted my feet off the ground as I tightened my grip around his neck and kissed his cheek, leaving red lipstick behind. His fingers trailed over the black yoga pants and dug into my ass.
Now that I had regular meals, my body was filling out. I was bone-thin until the Salvatore brothers and my grandfather started feeding me. Now, I could rock a pair of pants or wear a dress without it falling off my frail hips.
I was almost a D cup and had gone through two cup sizes since moving to Devil’s Creek. My mom and grandmother had big boobs, and now so did I.
Marcello hugged me back. “Thanks, Princess.”
I loved being Marcello’s Princess. My body lit up whenever Damian called me his Pet. I secretly craved when Bastian whispered my sweet Cherry in my ear. And I lived for those rare moments when Luca called me Drea.
I loved being wanted by them.
Did I really have to choose?
I wet my finger and dabbed at the lipstick on Marcello’s cheek. “Oops! Sorry about that. I don’t want your teammates giving you shit.”
He rolled his broad shoulders and smiled. “I don’t care. A kiss from you is good luck.”
While Luca was lean and muscular, Marcello was thick in the arms and chest and built like a professional boxer. His arms were so massive that I tried to wrap both hands around his biceps and only got halfway.
I giggled and peered up at him, all of that muscle and sex towering over me. “Mmm… Your arms are so big, Marcello.”
He winked.
I blushed ten shades of red.
“I’m going to win this game for you, Princess.”
“I’ll be in the stands cheering for you.”
I gave him one more kiss on his cheek, and he kissed me back, sending a ripple of electricity throughout my body.
“Break a leg,” Luca said.
It sounded like he wanted Marcello actually to break his leg. He was jealous of the competition.
“Cello!” Sonny Cormac popped out of the locker room. “Yo, we’re up in five. Stop fucking around.”
My brother had a crush on Sonny. They had been hanging out, but Aiden acted like he hated him at school. My brother was so afraid of getting close to anyone out of habit. He never felt settled with our parents, waiting for the rug to be ripped out from under him.
I understood his hesitation.
“Well, what do we have here?” Sonny shoved a hand through his short blond hair, glancing at me. “Little Wellington. Did you come to wish us luck?”
“Of course.” I beamed a smile at him. “Good luck, Sonny.”
Sonny scooped me into his arms and gave me a good squeeze. “Thanks, beautiful. Are these animals taking good care of you?”
“Mind your business, Cormac,” Luca growled, tugging me away from Sonny.
Sonny got in his face. “Aiden’s sister is my business, Salvatore.”
Luca sneered. “Put your hands on her again, and you won’t like the consequences of touching what’s mine.”
“Okay, enough.” Marcello moved between them. “Son, let’s go. We need to focus on the game.”
Sonny headed into the locker room without an argument, Marcello following.
“If you touch my brother like that again,” Luca said to me, “we’re going to have a fucking problem, Drea.”
I folded my arms under my breasts and scowled. “Is hugging not allowed in the Luca Salvatore rulebook?”
Bastian laughed. “Cherry, you know better than to poke the dragon. Remember what he did the last time?”
“How could I forget when Luca fucked those cheerleaders in the bathroom?” I flicked my long curls over my shoulder and looked at Luca. “If you ever do that shit to me again, I’ll make you watch me fuck every player on the football team—including Marcello.”
“Go ahead, baby girl.” Luca’s top lip quivered with anger he couldn’t hide. “See if I care.”
Facing off with him, I pushed my hands to my hips. “How about I start with Bash and Damian?”
Luca held up his hands and shrugged. “If that’s what you want.”
With that, I yanked on Damian’s belt. “Wanna get your dick sucked, Damian?” My eyes flicked to Bastian. “How about you, Bash? I think I can handle you both.”
“Cherry,” Bastian groaned as I unzipped his pants. “Are you sure you want to do this?”
Luca moved behind me, his hand sliding up my stomach and dipping beneath the jersey. “Do you even know how to suck a dick, baby girl? Huh? Think you can handle all three of us? Because my cock is much bigger than my brothers. And I doubt you could fit half of me in your smart-ass mouth.”
I rolled my eyes. “Your whores don’t seem to have a problem.”
“Those sluts lost their virginity in seventh grade,” he fired back. “But you’re not like them, Drea. You’re a good girl. And when the time comes, you’re going to be really fucking bad for us.”
“What happened to not being allowed to hug your brothers?”
His nose brushed my cheek. “You can touch Bastian and Damian.”
“But not Marcello?”
Luca nodded.
“Why are you jealous of Marcello?”
His hands fell from my body, and I missed the loss of his heat and his breath, warming my face. “I’m not. Marcello is not like us. Just leave it alone, Drea.”
“No,” I challenged, turning around to face him. “Why is Marcello the exception to your fucked-up rules? Is it because he’s the only nice Salvatore brother?”
“I’m nice to you,” Bastian interjected.
“Yeah, but you’re also an asshole sometimes. And Damian has more mood swings than Luca.”
“Get used to us, Cherry.” Bastian curled my body into his and skimmed his fingers over my ass. “You’re stuck with us for life.”
I laughed. “For life?”
Damian stole me away, clutching my chin, forcing our eyes to meet. “Yes, Pet. For life. Til’ death do us fucking part.”