Chapter 7
Phoenyx
W e spent the rest of the time relaxing and watching television.
I fell asleep on the couch, but one of them took me up to Knox’s room.
I woke early this morning, and was restless, so I came down to the kitchen and started cleaning.
I’ve been at it all morning, but I’m finally done in here, so I move to the living room.
When I get around the corner, I see Rook.
“Hey,” I smile.
“Thought you ran away,” he smiles.
“No. Just cleaning,” I say as I climb into his lap to straddle him. He moves his hands to my ass and squeezes.
“You ready for this?” he asks.
“Yeah,” I say. “I think I want to delegate to you, Tripp, and Knox.”
“So, we get to jerk them off?” he asks with a chuckle.
“No. I want you three to fuck me and then cut their throats,” I say.
“Yeah?” he says as he shifts me back to pull his cock out. When he moves his hands, I move to lower myself onto him.
“Fuck,” I groan. “I know you’ve been holding back.”
“I have,” he says as he moves to lay back on the couch. I put my hands on his chest and rock my hips. “You want more?”
“I want everything,” I pant. “Show me everything.”
“Think you can handle it?” he asks as he traces my scars with his fingers. It’s an odd gesture, but it’s comforting.
“Make me handle it.”
“Come here,” he says as he lays me on his chest. “You are so fucking gorgeous.”
“Hard,” I beg. “Make it hurt. God, please.”
I scream when he suddenly grabs my hips and slams into me. “You sure, Puppet?”
“Please,” I whimper.
Rook hugs me tight to his chest and starts pounding into me.
Pain fills my belly, but it feels incredible.
I am moaning and screaming into his chest. I don’t even realize anyone has joined us until Rook slows so one of the others can aggressively thrust into my ass.
My head is yanked back, and I give Knox a delirious smile.
“Having fun, Puppet?” he asks with a smirk.
“Yes,” I pant. “You. I want you.”
He grins and pulls his cock out, only he doesn’t give me a chance to take over.
He simply grabs the sides of my face and shoves himself to the back of my throat.
Together, the three brothers fuck me unrelentingly.
It is both painful and blissful the way they can make me break.
Every bit of everything I’ve ever known about independence goes out the window with them.
I want to be dependent on them. I want them to use me as much as they want. I want it all.
One by one, we all come together. I don’t realize that I’m crying until they are nearly panicked when I’m not responding to them asking if I’m okay.
Knox scoops me up and sits with me on the couch while Tripp and Rook sit on either side.
They all have their hands on me while I sob.
It’s nothing that they have done, but it’s like I’m feeling the trauma from my attack all over again.
“Hey… Are you close? No… Yeah, she’s…Can you two come by? … I don’t know. I don’t think we hurt her. It was like a light switch… No, she’s not fighting. She’s just curled up in Knox’s lap crying… Okay…” Tripp ends the call before he resumes rubbing my back.
Knox is cradling me, and I have my face buried in his chest. He is holding me close to his body as Rook and Tripp help comfort me.
I lose track of all spacial awareness, because the next thing I know, there are warm hands on my face.
I open them and see that I am lying on the couch and Cade is kneeling in front of me.
“Cade,” I whisper.
“Hey,” he says softly. “Sit up and talk to me.”
I do as he asks, and I can tell that I’ve already been cleaned up.
I must have fallen asleep at some point, so they took care of me while I slept.
“I’m sorry,” I say quietly as I cross my legs under me and sit with my hands in my lap.
I have my eyes on my hands as I pick at my nails. Cade takes my hands and squeezes them.
“Don’t apologize, Phoenyx,” he says. “What happened?”
“I freaked out,” I say.
“I get that. Did they hurt you by accident?” he asks.
“No. I liked it,” I admit.
“Okay. Did they trigger you?”
“No. I was fine until right after and I just… fell apart,” I say with a sigh.
“What were you thinking about?”
“The attack,” I say. “How helpless I felt when I woke up.”
“Do you feel helpless now?”
“No. The opposite,” I tell him.
“Then tell me,” he says. “I sense that there is something you aren’t saying.”
“Being with them… I feel like I’m losing who I used to be,” I say quietly.
“In what way?”
“I… I feel like I should be angry still,” I say as I look up at Cade. “Being with them makes all that go away. I can forget about the attack, and it makes me feel bad. I should be hurting still. I should be angry.”
“Says who?” Cade asks. “Who told you that you are required to suffocate in your trauma?”
“No one, Cade,” I sigh.
“Okay. Why do you think you should be then?” he asks again, and I shrug.
“Honey… Everyone heals differently. What you went through… some people end up killing themselves. Some move on like it never happened. Some get angry and stay angry. Some get lost in their trauma, but they find a way to navigate it. Phoenyx, you are finding a way to navigate this horrific situation with them. They are showing you that there is more to life than suffering, but change scares you. We lost Mom and Dad, and it suffocated you for a while, but you found a way out of it. You learned to navigate the world without them, even if it hurt. Now, you are just finding new paths in life. With or without trauma, we all find new paths.”
“Why does letting go hurt so badly?” I ask.
“Because they took something from you that day, Nyx. Letting go means letting go of that piece of yourself. Even if you know that those parts will heal and new ones will grow, letting go of the old version of yourself hurts,” Cade says gently.
“I’m sorry, guys,” I say, looking up at Knox, Tripp, and Rook. “None of you did anything wrong. I’m just broken.”
“Aren’t we all?” Knox says with a soft smile. “It’s okay, Puppet. We were just afraid that we hurt you.”
“No. I liked that. You can definitely do that again,” I say with a smile. “I… have made a decision about something.”
“Oh?” Knox asks.
“Yeah… I had decided before that I wanted to delegate everything to y’all so you could just cut their throats. Really, I wanted y’all to fuck me then cut their throats, but… I just want to kill them,” I say.
“How do you want them to die?” Tripp asks.
“With them on their knees and I shoot them,” I say. “I want the first man… Vimar… I want him to go last. He is the one who cut me.”
“Okay,” Knox says. “That what will happen then.”
“Are we going to be in for a fight?” Cade asks.
“Doesn’t seem like it. They are held up in a cabin,” Rook says. “I sense that they know we are coming for them.”
“Let’s go get them then,” I say.
We bounce off the road and onto the gravel road. Everyone is silent. We are all preparing for this moment, or at least I am. I feel uneasy, but Cade says it’s just my anxiety. We come to a stop in front of the cabin. There are dozens of people joining us. We need to make sure this goes smoothly.
We all get out, but don’t shut the doors. We don’t want to make too much noise. “Stay with Cade,” Knox says quietly to me. “If something happens, I want you to get her out, Cade.”
“Absolutely,” Cade agrees. “We can go around to the back.”
Cade and I go along the wood line and come up behind the cabin. “I’m nervous,” I whisper. I don’t like this one bit. Something is wrong. It’s too quiet. I’m sure they know they’re fucked, but wouldn’t they at least try to fight?
“I know. That’s why we are going in through the back,” he replies softly. “Just stay behind me.”
“Okay,” I sigh. I don’t want to go in there. I don’t want Cade to be here. We get to the back door, and Cade slowly eases it open. There is an audible click, and we both stop. “Cade…”
“Stay here,” he says, pushing me back before stepping in.
“Cade,” I say again, but louder as I step in with him anyway.
When he freezes, I peek over his shoulder to see Vimar, Hector, and Luis are sitting on a couch, but they never look up at us.
I hear soft ticking, and we look around to find the source as the front door comes open.
Knox, Tripp, and Rook come in, and Tripp instantly screams as he looks past us.
“Bomb!” Tripp yells. Cade spins around and shoves me out of the door. I hit the small platform and roll down the stairs and into the grass as a deafening explosion comes from the cabin.
I can’t hear or see. Everything is gone, but I can still feel my body.
Everything is hot, but the ground is cool against my skin.
Hands are all over me, and I fight against it.
I don’t know why I’m fighting. I am so stunned that I can’t think clearly.
Why can’t I hear? My vision starts to return and I am in someone’s arms.
Callum. I’m with Callum, but he’s crying. Shaking me. “Wake up. You have to wake up, Nyx,” he pleads. “Come on, Nyx… There ya go. Look at me. Can you hear me?”
“Cade,” I mutter.
“I don’t know, baby. I don’t know,” he says as he hugs me to his chest.
“Where is Cade?” I repeat. “Where is he? Knox? Rook? Tripp? Cal… Where are they?”
“Phoenyx, I don’t know,” he says, holding my face in his hands. I glance around and see that we are sitting against a tree. I am on his lap.
“Are we in the woods?” I ask.
“Yeah. I came up as Cade pushed you into the grass. There was an explosion, so I just grabbed you and took you away from it. I promised Cade I would get you away if something happened,” he says.
“Was he inside?” I ask, but Callum doesn’t say anything. “Callum! Was he inside?”
“I… I think so. I don’t know. I could hardly see. Or hear. Or think. Fuck, this is bad.”
“Don’t say that,” I say tearfully. “I can’t lose him, Cal. I can’t lose Cade. Not him.” I pull away and get out of his lap. He tried to grab me, but I slip out of his grip and run.