Chapter 30 #4
My eyes lift up to Jasper. He’s scowling at us like he wants to kill us.
“Say goodbye to your little Lotus Flower, Jasper.” I step towards him.
“Because you know we won’t be seeing her for a while.
I’m not brushing this off like it’s nothing, I'm accepting our new reality. We will have a lot of things we have to deal with, I understand that. But that doesn’t mean I’m going to forget about my girl. ”
His teeth grind as he clenches his jaw. He’s being fucking stubborn.
“Fine,” Sylas says. “If, after all of that, you still won’t claim her as yours, we’ll just keep her to ourselves. Just know, if you’re not all in, you don’t get any of her. You can watch us play, but you can’t touch.”
“Wait!” Jasper growls as I turn to leave. I look to Sylas with a smirk, then turn back to Jasper.
He steps forward, staring down at the sleeping girl in my arms like he’s never seen her before. “Who are you?” he whispers, brows furrowed. “And what have you done to us?”
He leans down, pressing a kiss to her lips. “You're in so much trouble, Lotus Flower,” he growls against her lips. “And I can’t fucking wait to punish you for it.”
Sylas and I grin smugly as he steps away. “Go,” he tells me. “Get her home safe, clean her up before you leave, and tell Toren we’re going to be having a conversation in the near future.”
“Yes, boss.” I wink, knowing it pisses him off because none of us holds power over the other. But if we had to pick a leader of our fucked up little family, it would be Jasper.
I just hope now that Nola will be in our lives permanently, he will allow his walls to come down just enough to be happy with her. He tries so hard to please his dad, but can’t see that his dad is proud of him, making all of this extra stress and pressure for nothing.
Maybe Nola is exactly what we need to balance us all out.
It’s going to be a big change for all of us, but I don’t care.
Our lifestyle of meaningless hookups, contracted sex, and girls we just use before tossing to the side is over.
Now we have our girl, the one we can all share, the one who proved tonight that she will let us do anything we want with her.
It’s not like it’s going to be a loss, seeing how we always pretended that every girl we were with was Nola. Now we have the real thing. And she’s a million times better than we could have ever dreamt of.
Placing Nola in the back seat of my car, I pull off my shirt and slide it over her, covering her exposed body. The last thing I want to do is bring her home naked. Her father would kill me.
Nola sleeps the entire drive to her place. Every few seconds, though, I'm checking on her through the rearview mirror, wondering if this is really happening.
“I’m going to have so much fun with you,” I chuckle.
When we get to Nola’s place, I pull into her driveway. I don’t bother knocking, just walk right into their home.
“You really should lock your doors,” I tell Toren as I walk past him in the living room.
“What the fuck?” he calls out. The sound of his footsteps lets me know he’s following me. “Is she okay?” he asks as soon as he sees her.
“She’s fine.” I shift her body away from him. “I’m going to clean her up and put her to bed.”
He glares at me, like he wants to put a bullet between my eyes. “If any of you hurt my baby girl, like really hurt her, I’ll kill you.”
“I know you will.” I nod. “And I wouldn’t expect anything else. But we wouldn’t.”
His jaw grinds, and he closes his eyes. “Why couldn’t I have had a son?” he sighs heavily.
“She’s perfect the way she is,” I tell him.
“You know everything now?” he asks me.
“She takes after her dad.” I smirk. “You should be proud.”
“I am,” he chuckles. “She really is something else.”
“So we’ve come to find out.” I look down at her as she curls into my chest. “She’s created a mess with the Brotherhood,” I inform him.
“I know,” he sighs. “I’ve tried my best to cover her tracks, but I couldn’t do much without revealing her secrets. And they were hers to tell. But if you need anything, just let me know.”
“Is she done?” I ask him.
“What do you mean?”
“Killing.”
“I don’t know.” He shrugs. “She started this for you three, but I don’t know if she plans on stopping.”
Nodding, I carry her upstairs. I’m not going to tell her she has to stop, but if she plans on making a career out of this or something, things are going to have to change.
For now, we need to clean up the mess she made and make things right with the Brotherhood. I’d hate to have to go to war with our own men, but if it meant protecting Nola and keeping her, I will.
With my clothes on, I walk us into the shower and clean her skin. She wakes up for a moment, blinking her sleepy eyes up at me.
“Go back to sleep, Little Rabbit,” I murmur. “I’ve got you.”
She closes her eyes, a small smile on her lips.
I’ve never felt the need to provide aftercare to any of the women we’ve been with. They were to be used and forgotten, that was the plan. We preferred it that way.
But with Nola, I don’t think I could. I might want to use her body how I see fit, but after that’s all over, after she’s done being our fuck toy, she becomes our girl again. And what kind of man doesn’t treat the person who owns their very being like a fucking queen?
It might not look the same for everyone, but that doesn’t mean we don’t care.
Once she’s washed up, I wrap her in a towel and carry her to bed.
“I thought Sylas would be the sweet one,” I hear her mumble as I put her in her PJ’s.
“Don’t get used to it,” I mutter.
“Okay,” she says around a yawn, a sleepy smile taking over her lips as she drifts back to sleep.
“What are you doing to me, Little Rabbit?” I sigh, brushing her wet hair from her forehead. “I feel like you’ve changed my very being.”
Pressing a kiss to her forehead, I tuck her in and leave.
I meet up with the guys at the morgue Toren lets us use. “Everything good?” I ask, rolling the window down.
“She’s dealt with,” Jasper confirms, getting into the passenger seat while Sylas takes the back. “And Nola?”
“Cleaned up and tucked into her bed.”
“Good.”
“So, what do we do now?” Sylas asks, leaning between the two seats, looking from me to Jasper.
Jasper looks at me, and we stare at one another for a moment.
“We clean up our girl’s mess,” he sighs heavily. “And try to process the fact that our lives are about to change big time.”
“Yeah, they are,” Sylas chuckles. “Best fucking Mardi Gras ever!”