Chapter Eleven
TAYLOR
Before Hunter and I can go at it, Victor speaks, silencing us both. “She remains here.”
“She saw something she shouldn’t have,” the man sitting next to Hunter’s dad says.
“I didn’t see shit. I won’t say a word about the books and how you funnel money—”
“Shut the fuck up!” Hunter snaps, cutting me off. All six of them are staring at me like I’m a fucking shooting star and it’s unnerving as hell.
“What money?” one of the guys who looks like Hunter says. I never met his brothers but I bet this guy is one of them.
“She doesn’t know shit—”
“Silence!” The man beside his father hisses. When he turns those brown eyes to me I gulp, he’s fucking terrifying. “Continue.”
“Ah, I cooked the books like Hunter told me to?” I don’t know why I ask it as a question.
All of them look at Hunter who is standing there vibrating with anger. I guess his family had no idea he was getting me to do his dirty work.
“That girl knows about the companies?” the other brother asks.
“No.”
“Yes,” Hunter and I both answer in unison.
“You fucking fool,” his father scolds, then looks back at Victor. “You are in the same line of business as my family, which is why you understand that I cannot allow her to remain here.” My breath hitches. Trent places a hand on top of my thigh in silent comfort.
“I’ll say it once more. Try to hear me this time, Monte, because my fucking patience only lasts for so long.” All of the men growl but say nothing. “Taylor Heorte is staying here with me and my sons. If you choose to try and come after her, the entire brotherhood will go to war over her.”
“You’ll lose,” the guy beside Monte says.
“I know the rumors about you, Vegah,” Victor says in an oddly respectful tone. “But, have you heard the rumors about my sons and what they are capable of?” Pride shines in his eyes as speaks about his sons.
“I have heard that they are… crafty with a blade. They may be a match for my talents but our reach is still wider than yours. The girl knows about our operations and we cannot allow that,” he answers.
“I have a solution, a third party who is familiar with our line of work and asks no questions,” Vic offers.
When they begin speaking numbers and working on the details, I slouch back into the couch and rest my head on Zav’s shoulder.
After an hour or so they finally wrap it up and the two men stand, followed by Victor.
Trent squeezes my leg, telling me to stand with him and Zav so I do.
“I will contact Nick Snow and commence the deal. He, his brother and their friend Saint better be as good as you say or we will be back,” Monte warns Vic as he shakes his hand.
“You come back here and you won’t be met with the welcoming you just received, I promise you that.” Victor’s underlying threat sends a shiver down my spine. All of them begin to file out of the room but Hunter stops in the doorway and turns back to look at me with a disgusted look on his face.
“Heorte is your mother’s maiden name.” My brows bunch in confusion. “Trance was her married name.”
“Get the fuck out!” Victor roars and I jerk in fright.
Zav and Trent both step in front of me to block me from Hunter’s view.
I see one of his brothers enter the room again and drag him out.
I stand there reeling and trying to process what the fuck Hunter meant, Mom never took Victor’s name when they got married.
I have no idea who my father is. He was never around and means nothing to me, but this niggling feeling in my gut is telling me Hunter knows something.
“Tiny, take Tank and make sure they leave without a fuss.” Both guys nod and follow their president's orders and close the door behind themselves, leaving the four of us alone. I’m pulled out of my thoughts when Trent wraps his arms around me and holds me against his chest. I melt into him without a fuss, loving being in his arms again.
I feel Zav against my back and tilt back to look up at him and smile.
The hungry look in his eyes wipes the smile from my face.
“Lock the door,” Zav says in a husky tone, making my eyes widen. Trent releases me to obey his brother. Zav grips my waist and turns me to face him. “You need a reminder.” He grips the hem of my shirt and tugs it off.
“A reminder?” I ask when he reaches for the button on my jeans next, they’re a size smaller than I normally wear but I didn’t have a choice but to squeeze into my old clothes I left, since I brought nothing with me.
“Of who the fuck you belong to,” he growls as he drags the zipper down, then pushes them down my legs right as Victor comes to stand beside us.
I look between the both of them, unsure what the fuck to say. I didn’t expect this after such a tense meeting. I thought they would be yelling and scolding me for getting involved with Hunter, but it looks like I was wrong and now I’m going to be rewarded.
My pussy flutters with need.
I am standing here in front of my stepbrothers and stepfather in nothing but a lace bra and thong from my teenage years, but none of them seem to mind. If anything, they seem like they love the sight of me in red.
Trent comes up behind me and unclasps my bra. I shuck it off and allow it to fall to the floor in front of me. When he reaches around and cups my tits in his hands, I moan, making both Zav and Victor groan. He spreads his fingers, then squeezes my nipples between them, making me gasp.
Zav grips my throat and forces my head back to meet his stare. “Who do you belong to, sparrow?” he asks as he cups my pussy with his free hand, making me lurch onto my tiptoes.
“You,” I breathe out.
“Wrong!” Victor snaps, then grabs my hair and yanks me away from the guys. I cry out in pain as he drags me toward his desk. He swipes it clear with his other arm, then yanks me forward, making me cry out in pain. “Get your fucking ass on the desk, legs open.”
I suck in a sharp breath when he releases me.
I lift my leg to obey his command but stop when Trent speaks.
“Lose the thong and shoes.” I kick my shoes off and shimmy out of my thong but just to be a tease, I snatch the soaked lace off the floor and bring it to my nose and inhale.
I moan at the scent of my own arousal. Victor snatches the lace from my hand, then shoves it in my mouth.
“Can’t have my brothers hearing you scream,” he says, then swats my ass, making me yelp around the lace in my mouth.
I climb onto his desk, balance my heels on the edge and open my legs.
All three of them groan at the sight of my dripping cunt.
Zav moves around the back of the desk and grips my shoulders, holding me in place.
I find it odd but don’t protest until Victor shrugs off his cut and places it over the back of the chair, then reaches into the back of his waistband and pulls out a fucking gun!