Chapter Sixteen
DAVIN
The past week has been a fucking blur. Between being arrested by that fucking thirsty ass, power-hungry motherfucker, to being released and told that Jenna was going to get the charges against Brax and Korbin dropped, to seeing Tommy charged and the entire County Sheriff’s office fired for being a part of the whole fucking thing, has been a huge wakeup call.
Now that they aren’t confined to the church, we have been able to return to our house and it finally feels right again.
Being here by myself, it felt empty and void of love. Victor, his two sons and their girlfriend have been staying with us while Jenna works on things with the guys. I learned that she is a friend of Zenaya’s and helped her. I also fucking learned her boyfriends are in the damn mob!
If one thing is fucking clear, Zenaya was too much of a fucking sinner to ever be a nun.
The girl just wore that fucking costume to try and appease the guilt she felt over the guys getting locked up.
Korbin and Brax told me what happened and I’ve felt like a piece of shit ever since.
I treated her so fucking badly and made sure to take my anger out on her when we fucked her every night.
We’ve tried calling her and even asked Jenna to try, but she isn’t picking up our calls. I know Brax is blaming himself for dropping the hint to her before she drove away that we are the masked men she has been fucking. A part of me knows she still loves us and will come back, but when?
That is the question that has been driving me insane.
“You look like you sucked a lemon?” I look up to see Dimitri and Trent coming out the back door. “Here.” I mutter my thanks when Trent hands me a beer. Both of them drop into the seats around the table. I try not to be annoyed that they are out here, I wanted some time alone.
“Believe me when I tell you, she will forgive you.” I snap my head toward Dimitri and frown.
“What makes you an expert on the situation?” I hiss. Braxton filled them all in on what we did and I hate that they know.
“The fact we all kidnapped Jenna, tied her up in the dollhouse, wore masks and tried to fuck the intel we needed out of her.” I stare at him in fucking shock while Trent just laughs.
“Yeah, we never wore masks but we sure as hell fucked the anger out of our system when Taylor came back,” Trent adds.
I growl and slouch back in my seat. “Cool, but did any of you make your girls get in a tub filled with pig’s blood, then use it as lube to fuck her?” I throw back at them. Both of them stare at me like I’ve lost my fucking mind. “Exactly,” I mutter as I take a swig of my beer.
“Yeah, well I guess you might want to start praying,” Dimitri says.
“Why?” I ask.
Trent snorts and shakes his head. Dimitri smiles as he answers. “Because that is some fucked up shit and the only one who is gonna be able to help you is the man above, but I don’t like your chances since you defiled one of his subjects and turned her against her faith for dick.”
We are so fucking screwed!
It’s the Fourth of July and the fireworks are due to go off in two minutes. We've been out here in the clearing for two hours and she still hasn’t shown. I’m starting to lose hope the closer the timer gets to ticking down.
“What if she didn’t get the hint?” Korbin asks.
I release a pent up sigh and shake my head. “She’s one of the smartest people we know. She got it and is pissed as hell at us,” I answer.
“She’ll be here,” Brax says in a firm tone.
“How are you so sure?” I push.
“Because she loves us as much as we all love her. We tried to pretend that this was all about revenge, but the truth is we’re liars.
The three of us used our anger as cover so we could get closer to her again.
Even when we thought she betrayed us, we still wanted her.
We have a fucked up love story but it’s ours and I won’t fucking give up on it.
” His words resonate with something deep inside me.
“Thirty seconds,” I announce. I watch as the clock slowly ticks down. When it hits one all hope flees me as the bang sounds off in the distance and color clouds the sky. “Fuck me,” I mutter.
“Oh, I plan too.” The three of us whirl around at the sound of her voice.
I frown at the sight of her in a pair of denim cut-offs and a black crop tee that says sinner across her tits.
Her hair is loose and cascading around her.
She looks fucking stunning and the fact she is here renews me with hope.
“You’re here,” Koby mutters.
She runs her gaze over each of us and frowns. “No masks?”
I shake my head. “Do you want us to wear them?” If it’s what she wants, I’ll wear it every fucking time if it means we get to keep her.
“No. It’s just odd seeing you out here in this place without them and those fucking stupid voice distorters.”
Brax scoffs out a laugh and pins her with a sultry look. “Mock them all you want, TC, but you know it got you fucking wet every time we spoke.” She pushes her tongue into her cheek to keep from smiling.
“What is your darkest desire?” Korbin asks her.
I expect her to brush off his question like she has been, instead she looks at each of us as she answers. “To have my stepfather, stepbrother and their boyfriend as my own, and to be able to touch them whenever the fuck I want.”
I suck in a sharp intake of air. “We’re yours,” I say with conviction.
“That TC is ours,” Korbin adds.
“I hate being called TC!” she snaps. The three of us chuckle.
“We’re yours, Naya. We promise to love you always and never turn our backs on you again,” Brax promises.
“You have to make it up to me,” she says.
The three of us share a look before turning back to her, whatever she sees on our faces has her features pinching.
“We may be sorry for lying to you and hiding that it was us you were fucking, but we will never give you control in the bedroom or ever allow you to call the shots when it concerns your pleasure.” My words have her gasping and trembling.
We stalk forward as a unit and surround her.
“What are you doing?” she says in a breathless tone.
“We’re going to show you who you fucking belong to, you sinful little nun,” Korbin declares.
“Tonight, we’re going to own you and fuck you long and hard until you beg us to stop,” Brax purrs as he runs his hands over her, making her moan.
“Dear God,” she pants when Brax pushes his hand inside her shorts.
I grip her chin and turn her to face me as I say, “That man turned his back on you the moment you let us fuck you like a sinful little whore.”
She moans as Brax pushes a finger inside her while Korbin licks a trail up her neck and says, “Yes, and now I want you, Daddy and my stepbrother to fuck me like the dirty little slut that I am.”