Chapter Eighteen
Skye
I don’t know what to do. I’m paralyzed with indecision. For the first time in my life, I have more money than I know what to do with. I could leave this apartment and live in a five-star hotel for a year while looking for my dream house.
Kelsie never has to worry a single day in her life about money. I can give her that peace of mind. She can finish school, go to university, and become a doctor. I could buy her a car, her own apartment even.
As for my mother, I’ve paid her debt to the mafia guy; now I’ll just buy her groceries every week, and I’ll pay for her car and her salon appointments.
A holiday once a year. I’ll send her money every month to do as she pleases, but it’s going to take a very, very long time before I forgive her.
And the truth is, she won’t care whether or not I forgive her. She’s just not that kind of a mother.
How is it possible with ten million dollars in my bank account, I feel the emptiest, the loneliest I ever felt in my whole life?
Lily brought over champagne, chocolate, and flowers to congratulate me on losing my virginity and getting paid for it in the complete opposite way she thought would happen.
I showed her how excited I was, how happy I am, and that I couldn’t wait to making plans, but as soon as she left to meet a client, I wanted to cry.
Ugh, what is wrong with me? I have everything. Everything. And yet I have nothing.
They let me go.
No, I’m not pining over them. Why would I do such a stupid thing?
They may have lied to me, pushed me over only to catch me, kidnapped me, and changed the shape inside my body so even now, this minute, I can still feel them move inside me.
Filling me up. Taking me to both heaven and pain at the same time.
My body is never going to forget them. How could it when they stretched me only to suit them, their touch, their cocks, their hands, their mouths? And my heart won’t forget them.
Wait, my heart? I don’t even know them. Well, I do; they’re crazy psychos who dragged me into their game, turned my life upside down, took my virginity, and paid me for it too.
Any relationship expert will immediately say those are the worst grounds to start any kind of relationship on. Three red flags with eight packs.
My heart lurches and whispers loudly in my ear that it doesn’t care what relationship experts think or say.
It’s such a mess. I don’t know whether I’m delusional or heartbroken—it’s hard to tell the difference. I just want to hide and never come out again.
A rap on my door startles me. I have no clue who it could be.
“Ms. Jennings,” a man’s voice, strained and watery, says, as if he’s under great duress.
“My name is Pete Fischer. You may know me as The Sledge Hammer.”
I search around for a weapon and immediately take a knife from my kitchen counter.
“Ms. Jennings. I’m here to offer you my deepest apologies. If I had known who you were dating…”
What? I’m dating? Who am I dating?
“Please, Ms. Jennings, please accept my apologies. I’m on my knees before you, and I beg you to forgive me before they kill me.”
They?
Them ?
Without another thought for my safety, or theirs, I jerk my door open. The first three men I see are Alex, Kai, and Eason. They’re smiling at me like idiots, and I’m sure I’m still a little mad at them.
Last I saw them was thirteen hours ago, and I swear my body wants to bow before them. It’s only then that something catches my attention, and I drop my gaze to the floor.
Oh, my god.
On his knees is a big, bulky man. There’s not a single scratch on him to indicate they must have roughed him up enough to make him this subdued, but there he was, forced into submission. Did I forget they’re all villains?
“Tell the beautiful princess how sorry you are for intruding on her life uninvited and then sending her pictures of severed limbs as a means to threaten her,” Eason says.
I’m too stunned to hear The Sledge Hammer’s apology, which seems to go on forever.
What is going on?
“Good, now tell the beautiful princess you wouldn’t dare speak to her again—no contact, no texts. Nothing. Tell her you’re unworthy to be in the same ether as she is, let alone breathe the same air she does,” Alex says.
The mafia man again does as instructed. He's slobbering in fear over his words, but he gets them out.
I still don’t understand what is happening.
“Tell the beautiful princess, Skye, it will be your absolute pleasure, an honor so deep that from now onward, no matter where you are or who you’re with, you’ll protect her name, her person, and anyone else who’s important to her to the death,” Kai delivers.
“I swear, I swear upon my heart, my family, my children, may god strike everyone I love dead if I don’t keep to my word.
My family and I swear our allegiance to you, Princess Skye, until the day each of us draws our last breath,” he says, tears rolling down his face, as he lowers himself even further at my feet.
“Good, now off you fuck,” Eason says, effortlessly hauling the big man up from the floor of the corridor of my apartment building and pushing him toward the exit.
I’m still too stunned to react; minutes go by with us just staring at each other. Them, larger than life, completely obscuring my door, with their hands in their pockets. And me not knowing what to do.
No. I do know. They lied to me. But how do I explain them finding The Sledge Hammer, bringing him here to apologize to me, on his knees?
I only mentioned one thing; that my legs were going to be chopped off by some mafia guy if I didn’t pay up.
Why did they do that… for me? No. No, I tell my heart forcefully. Am I forgetting whose daughter I am?
I grasp my doorknob, ready to shut it in their faces, when Alex puts a foot out and prevents me from shutting them out.
“What do you want?”
“You, princess. We want you,” Alex says.
I shake my head, ready to close the door on them again.
“May we come in?” Eason asks, but all three bypass me and step into my apartment anyway.
“Excuse me.” Indignation spikes in my voice. They shouldn’t be here. They can’t. Not when I want to throw myself at them and beg them to keep me as their own; I can’t because I’ll mess it up. I know I will.
“We want to marry you, Princess,” Kai says.
“So we can date you,” Alex continues.
“And get to know you better,” Eason adds.
My trembling is going to give away what’s really in my heart.
“Normal people do it the other way around.”
“It’s already been established we’re not normal. Also, we like to secure our investments upfront,” Eason says, giving me his bone-melting smile.
“What if you get to know me better and realize you don’t like me?”
“We like you plenty already. In fact, we love you.”
“But you don’t know me.”
“We know enough. We know you’re strong, resilient, smart, kind, caring, and loyal,” Alex says.
“We know what the inside of your body feels like around our cocks when you take all three of us. We know your taste, the sounds you make when you come. We know what it feels like when we’re fucking you so hard, but you cling to us, trusting us, without even knowing it,” Kai says.
“We know all the important parts already. We just need to learn the other stuff. Your favorite color, your favorite TV show, food. That kind of thing, hence marriage, dating, getting to know you,” Eason says.
“Marry us, Skye. Be our princess for the rest of our lives and beyond into eternity.”
“What if I mess it up?”
“You won’t. You’re allowed to change your favorite color at any point,” Alex says.
A smile breaks on my lips.
“What if I’m cursed like my mother says I am?
” My mother’s words come back to me in full force.
I look like her, so she always said, I’m going to be exactly like her.
It’s in my blood to self- sabotage anything that’s going well for me.
I won’t even know why I’m doing it; I’ll just do it.
That’s what my mother says to me every opportunity she gets.
My dad loved her more than anything in the world, so she cheated on him and wanted him to find out.
It broke his heart, and he wasn’t the same afterward.
You and I, Skye, were not meant to be in love and cherished. We’ll find a way to fuck it up. It’s who we are.
I don’t realize tears are rolling down my face until they come to me. These three men whom I barely know. That’s not true. My heart knows them. My heart loves them already. It’s too late to stop myself.
I’m nothing like my mother. I may look like her, but I’m not her. She only cares about her own shortcomings. But me, I care about not hurting the people I love by my actions. I know this.
I would never hurt the people I love. Never.
“Yes. Yes. Yes. I’ll marry you so I can get to know what your favorite color is. I… love you, Alex. I love you, Eason. I love you, Kai.”
Before my next breath, my body is crushed to them. I’m kissed until I’m breathless.
My clothes, an old sweater, and track bottoms are peeled from my body. My cotton panties go next. They lay down on my bed and do nothing but kiss every inch of my body, leaving behind pockets of fire and need wherever their lips touched.
They tell me how incredible I am, how beautiful, that I’m theirs forever and always, and their deep voices vibrate against my skin and echo in my heart.
A tidal wave of emotion washes over me. I’m frantic with the need to feel them inside me. I fight to unleash their cocks, so hard already my body shudders with blinding pleasure and delicious pain.
I kneel before them in full supplication and worship their thick, beautiful shafts. I can’t stop kissing them, licking them, running my fingers down the bulges of their veins. I suck so desperately on them, swallowing their pre-cum, and greedily wanting more.
“Please,” I whisper. All I hear are their defeated growls as they pick me up and check my wetness with the tips of their cocks, taking turns reacquainting my flesh with their thickness until I’m a hot soaking-wet mess.
I’m so frantic to show them how much I love them I’ve convinced myself I can take all three of them inside my pussy all at once.
But Eason, groaning, warns me I would need a lot more preparation for that to happen, so they take me the way they did before. Don’t they know there’s nothing my body and heart won’t do for them?
I give myself over to them. And I don’t look back.