Chapter Thirteen
JENNA
I broke my oath.
I betrayed everything I believed in.
I’ll never be able to step foot in a courtroom again.
I just ruined my own career and I wish I could say I did it to save my own ass, but the truth is, I did it to save theirs.
I’m a fucking fool. I want to blame it on the fact my emotions are haywire right now, because of the fact they tortured my body for hours, but I can’t.
“You’re a fucking liar,” Vlad roars and charges at me.
I brace for him to slam into me but it doesn’t prepare me for the wind being knocked out of my lungs when he tackles me to the ground.
I lash out and slap him across the face.
He grips my wrist, making me cry out in pain when he squeezes it tight, tearing the flesh worse than the cuffs did.
He’s straddling me and glaring down at me with the promise of murder in his eyes.
“Vladimir!” Dimitri shouts his name, but he ignores him as he grips my throat with his free hand. Fear rolls through me, I know I’m in a fuck load of danger right now, but try to explain that to my fucking pussy, who is clamping down on air. All of them are still naked like I am.
“Hunter wouldn’t turn on me—”
“He didn’t,” I interject. “He only helped me when I approached him, because I told him your father was going to try and cut a deal. I only want Monte. I had no intention of coming after you or your uncle. I swear.”
“Why didn’t you come to either of us. Why go to Hunter?” Vegah asks.
I keep my eyes on Vlad as I answer. “I knew out of all of you, Vlad, Courtney and Hunter that I wouldn’t be able to turn the three of you on Monte. I knew I had a shot with Hunter,” I admit.
“How?” Dimitri presses.
“Every photo there is of Hunter with either of you or Courtney in the picture, he looks at you with devotion. He idolizes the ground you three walk on and I knew he would choose to protect you over his father.”
“We’ve been watching you for weeks. Not once have we seen you meet with Hunter,” Vlad hisses.
“I don’t go to him. He comes to me,” I answer. Vlad’s grip on my throat loosens. My eyes widen when I feel his cock growing hard against me.
“What’s his reasoning for giving the both of you up though. It makes no sense?” Dimitri breathes out. Remorse rolls through me as I look at each of them before finally settling on Dimitri, which makes him frown.
“You’re the reason,” I utter quietly.
He jerks in shock. “Me?” he gasps out.
“Yes,” I answer.
“Why?” Vegah snaps.
“Hunter told me that your and Vlad’s… sexual preferences have never sat right with his father. In order to preserve the respect of the family.”
Vlad snarls. “He wants me to rot in fucking prison because I choose to fuck Dimitri and share him with my uncle?” It’s posed as a question but I know he isn’t expecting an answer.
“I want to know everything about this fucking case,” Vegah grits out through clenched teeth.
I can barely remain upright, I’m fucking exhausted and can’t keep my eyes open.
We’ve been going over every detail of the case for hours.
I have memorized most of it but all my files are at my house.
Vlad has ordered me to take them to my home first thing tomorrow.
I agreed just so they would let me sleep.
The three of them continue to talk while I lay down on the couch and close my eyes.
Just as I begin to drift off, I feel one of them place a blanket over me but I’m too tired to look to see who it is.
“You might have just saved the lives of the two men I love. For that I will make sure you prevail in your hunt for destroying the don.” Dimitri’s words are quiet and for only me to hear. All I can manage is a small hum before I fall into a deep slumber.
I’m dressed in one of Vegah’s shirts and that’s it. I look around, hoping none of my neighbors are watching as I run to my front door and input the code to unlock the door. I push it open and instantly sigh. Nothing beats the feeling of being home.
“Get the files,” Vegah snaps as he stalks inside like he owns the damn place. Vlad follows after him, not saying a word. Dimitri closes the door and shoots me a look that urges me to not fight him.
Fuck that.
“Tables have turned, boys!” I snap, forcing them all to look at me.
“You need my help now.” Vegah narrows his eyes to slits.
“I’m going to shower and brush my damn teeth.
When I’m done, I’ll make a pot of coffee, then we can sit down, order some damn food before going over the files.
” Before any of them can answer, I scurry down the tiny hallway and dart into the confines of my bedroom, locking the door behind myself.
I yank the shirt over my head and stalk into my ensuite. Stepping out of the shower I feel like a whole new person. I brushed my teeth twice and scrubbed my body raw. My hair was in serious need of a treatment, but the best I can do is wash it until I can get to the salon.
I dry myself and give my hair a quick towel dry before I step into my bedroom, only to squeal in fright at the sight of Vlad and Dimitri sitting on my bed while Vegah leans against the far wall, his arms crossed over his chest, a dark look in his eyes.
All three of them turn rigid at the sight of me standing here naked.
My slutty pussy pulses with need at the hungry look in their eyes.
“How did you get in here?” I breathe out, breaking the tension filled silence.
Vegah stalks toward me with the swagger of a panther, only stopping when his chest brushes against mine, forcing me to crane my head back to maintain eye contact.
“We’re the Cosa Nostra.” His dark tone sends a shiver of delight down my spine.
“A flimsy lock isn’t going to keep us from getting to you.
” His conviction has my breath hitching.
“We may need your intel but you don’t ever call the shots,” he sneers.
I open my mouth to argue but he renders me fucking silent when he cups my pussy, making me gasp.
“We need to remind you who the fuck is in control because you seem to have forgotten.”