Chapter 6
Chapter Six
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K aiser
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T here aren’t many times we’re surprised by a turn of events. No, actually that’s incorrect. We’ve never been unsettled by a turn of events in our entire lives.
Anticipating the next move is second nature to all three of us. Staying three steps ahead is what made us the men we are today—insanely fucking rich and dangerously powerful.
We take everything in and give nothing away. But this unknown dark-haired siren standing in our kitchen, peeling potatoes, took us by complete and utter surprise. For one crazy moment, at least.
She’s nothing like the woman we’re accustomed to—polished, sophisticated, confident—who can hold their own in any situation while they take over the world.
She’s different in that she sucker punched us in the fucking nuts with just one glance at her. A complete fucking first for us.
Also, apparently, she’s our girlfriend—collectively ours. Last time I checked, my best friends and business partners, Tristan Dane and Ren Knight—men I would die for—and I had no such thing as a girlfriend simply because we don’t do the whole dating thing. Oh, we fuck, but the women we take to our bed know the conditions and usually have their own as well. It’s all mutually understood. So this is an enormous surprise.
In fact, her presence rattles us so much, she distracts us from the fact that our whole extended family has just crashed our weekend at the cabin where we pay tribute to Louie Banks.
While the woman who adopted us, Camilla Banks, was kind and gentle and taught us the finer things in life, it had been her brother, Louie Banks, an ex-military guy, who taught us how to be calm on the surface but ruthless beneath.
This had been his cabin. Snow Rock. He’d bring us here every year around this time, just to catch our breath, he used to say. And when we were older, we’d enjoy a fine bottle of whiskey with him.
He made us promise that once a year we would come to Snow Rock, catch our breath, drink fine whiskey, and remember him. We’ve been doing this for the last four years in a row.
And this is what we walk into in year five.
This is exactly something Tanya, our adopted sister, would pull off. There isn’t anything in the world we wouldn’t do for her. The instant we found out her husband raised his hand to her... well... suffice to say no one knows where he is right now.
We knew we needed to make up for lost time with the family. We planned to do it after our weekend here at the cabin. A hostile takeover, with the backing of the fucking Irish mob on the opposition side, is a little time-consuming. Yeah, those bastards had no issue bringing guns into our boardroom, so we had to show them who was boss. They were stubborn but handed over their business in the end.
The instant Tina introduces her as our girlfriend, I know for a fact that Tristan, Ren, and I were thinking of the same thing. Do we know her? Did we fuck her? Is she looking to blackmail us? Is she pregnant and looking to blackmail us? Is she an assassin? Will she wrap her pretty thighs around our necks and strangle us to death in the middle of the night? We should be so lucky. I can’t help but grin at the image.
Well, we could definitely rule out having her in our bed or breeding her. There is no way any of us had this woman beneath us and then forgot she existed. No fucking way at all. So is she here to kill us? Poison our food? We’d have to feed her some of it first, just to make sure. That should be a blast.
Seriously though, if we don’t know her but she clearly knows us, that changes everything and makes this even more dangerous. For her. Does she know who we really are?
Another thought jumps into my head. Did she break into the wrong cabin, maybe? Probably not. That would mean she picked the entirely wrong mountain to start with.
This is going to be so fucking interesting. We’ll play her game until her next move. And when we say we’re going to play her game, we mean that in every sense of the word. She wants to be our girlfriend. We’ll show her exactly what that entails. Until she cracks.
But fuck, kissing the golden-eyed, dark-haired beauty with her lush lips and intoxicating scent... Hell.
That had been her first test to break her. She was supposed to push us away. Not feel like a piece of treasure, we immediately wanted to lay claim to. Own. Protect. Devour.
But fuck, the taste of her lips, like candy, now runs through our bloodstream. The feel of her, like satin, her curves hot and addictive as she dissolved against us, became our obsession. In short, she fucking combusted in our arms, took us down with her, changed the natural trajectory of our planned lives, and gave us each an immediate case of life-threatening blue balls.
Yet the absolutely stunning woman infiltrated our family, lied about being our girlfriend, and hadn’t come clean yet. No, “I’m so sorry. This is a big mix-up.” Instead, she continues playing her game and lets us kiss her. Fuck.
Who is she? What does she really want with us?
The only thing we know is her first name. Madisyn. It would take us one phone call and less than five minutes to find out everything there was to know about her. But where’s the fun in that?
There’s a storm outside, bound to become a raging storm by tomorrow, according to the weather reports. And she’s trapped inside here with us. We have all the time to do this the long way, the hard way.
By the time we’re done with her, Madisyn, our girlfriend, is going to tell us everything.
One thing is absolutely certain, though: we’re not letting her out of our sight.
Ever.
Well, that’s a decision Ren and I have already made. We’re keeping her, no matter what. If that’s not the scariest decision we’ve had in all our lives. But Tristan? He’s not yet sure. He’ll need to break her down first. For now, he’s keeping his options open, whether he’s going to break her defenses, her neck, or join us in laying claim to her body, her mind, and her soul.
Interesting times ahead for sure.