Chapter Fifteen
They took away her agency and Adrienne knew she could never forgive them for it.
She couldn’t understand what was happening. She had never seen armed men disarmed so quickly in all her life. And Emerson, Darien, and Austin didn’t have a hair out of place.
But there was something about them that changed when they stepped into Desmond’s dining hall.
She somehow had the feeling it wasn’t only her battle with the revolting man, but there was something about them and Desmond as well, but she brushed it aside, ignoring the level of pure hatred that Emerson, Darien, and Austin emitted that had made her question things in the first place.
Did they know Desmond?
Was this even about her at all?
But what unfolded next drained the blood from her body. Their words cut through like ice. Pierced her soul and left her destroyed. It wasn’t about Desmond anymore; it was about them.
How had she been so wrong about them? How could she have trusted them so blindly? Everything that had happened between them had been orchestrated for this one moment in time, planned from day one. Nothing had been a coincidence.
They had used her. And she, too stupid to know it, had done everything they had expected her to do.
Oh god, and she had done the most painful thing of it all, too.
She had fallen in love with them.
Completely. Unequivocally. Devastatingly.
Yet, all she was—all she had ever been—was a pawn in their own revenge scheme. Desmond Morton was their father. How was that possible? How stupid was she to fall for them?
That’s why they knew her. They’d sought her out, lied that they were protecting her, made her fall in love with them all so they could flaunt her in front of their father.
Their father.
Tears ripped from her eyes, blinding her. She stumbled in disbelief and the guard she was following out had to catch her or she would have tumbled to the floor.
“Please, I need to get out of here. I’ll give you anything you want,”
she pleaded.
“Where do you want to go?”
The tall woman asked carefully.
“Home. My home. Please.”
Maybe it was her tears or her shattering heart, but the guard took pity on her and drove her home.
What a fool she had been.
The one time when she gave her heart away was the one time it got stomped on so cruelly that she would forever carry around its broken pieces no matter where she went or what she did.
She couldn’t stay in the country anymore, though. That was certain. Once she got her passport, she wanted to board her private jet and just disappear. Forever. Just like she had wanted to do the night before she met Emerson, Darien, and Austin.
She wished she hadn’t laid her eyes on them.
Trembling with hurt and anger, once home, she tore her dress off and stepped into the shower. She needed to wash their touch off her body, their scent, their cum. She scrubbed so hard at her skin, it started to burn.
Without properly drying herself, she put on a pair of jeans and seater then rummaged through her drawers for her passport and a stash of cash that she would need while she found a proper place to hide for the rest of her life.
She was just so tired. Falling in love was never something that was going to happen to her. It shouldn’t have happened, and that was why it didn’t work out. The men she fell in love with had only been using her.
There would come a time when she would call herself stupid, but right now, her hurt was so great that she thought she was going to die.
When her phone buzzed, she tried to ignore it, but it was Peter.
“Adrienne, are you all right? I just heard,”
Peter said out of breath.
“Desmond Morton’s head is sitting on a dining room table in one of the Petrov Bratva’s mansions. They asked for a cleaning crew to come and pick him up.”
Adrienne felt as if she were broken. She kept glitching trying to process Peter’s words.
“Your SEALs, fucking hell. They didn’t come to play when they said you were theirs—”
“Adrienne?”
She spun around at the sound of a voice. How had they gotten here so quickly? How had they gotten into her house and her bedroom so silently? Oh, right, they were SEALs. And betrayers.
By the dampness of their hair and their change of clothes into jeans, it was obvious they’d taken the time to shower as well before coming here.
“Peter, I have to go,”
she said then faced them. Be strong, she reminded herself.
“You used me,”
she said, afraid her anger was going to cause her to be torn asunder.
“I was just a pawn in your sick game to get back at your... at your father? Oh, my god. Desmond Morton is your father,”
she said in utter disbelief. She still couldn’t believe everything she’d heard in that one minute in Desmond’s house.
Desmond Morton was their father.
She didn’t know the proper logistics of it all, but what difference would it make about the fact that they had used her? None. Absolutely none.
“I can’t believe how stupid I’ve been. You played me from the start, didn’t you? Being at the auction was not a coincidence. Was I really so pathetic that you knew I would pick you? All three of you? My god, I’m such an idiot.”
“Stop that, Adrienne. We’re not going to stand here and allow you to say those things about yourself. But when we explain everything to you, we’re going to do so inside you. All three of our cocks, spreading your pussy and your ass apart.”
Her treacherous body heated up, infuriating her further.
“You will never again lay a finger on my body. The little pride I have left, I plan to keep. Now get out of my house.”
“You belong to us, pretty lady. We’re not going anywhere where you aren’t.”
“Get out. I never want to see you again,”
she shouted, only for them to stalk toward her without a care in the world, self-assured, and dominant, uncaring that they’d destroyed her whole world.
"No!" she shouted, trying to halt their approach. She picked up a vase and flung it at them. Then another and another. Ornaments and lampshades sailed through the air, and not one of them made contact with the floor. Emerson, Darien, and Austin caught each one in their hands and then placed them down again.
She had exhausted herself, and silly tears flowed down her cheeks, and nothing she did could stop them.
They reached her now, effortlessly holding her against them, slowly taking off her clothes.
“Adrienne, it has always been you, sweetheart,”
Darien murmured as they slid her jeans down her legs, easily despite her kicking legs.
“I hate you. I. Hate. You,”
she cried.
Her panties went next, then her sweater and bra. They stood back and admired her. She was too far gone to care about her modesty now.
“Don’t you understand? I hate you. You made a fool out of me in your sick ploy to get back at your father.”
Every time she referred to Desmond as their father, she wanted to be sick. She married a father and slept with his sons. How could they make such an idiot out of her?
“He’s not our father. He was just a sperm donor. Our dad was a Navy SEAL.”
“Whatever you say, he still meant enough to you that you needed to show him. You needed to take revenge. And you had the perfect, weak little pawn to do that for you. Me. His ex-wife. Stupid doesn’t cover how I feel right now, so please leave.”
She held her chin up high, trying to keep her body from visibly quivering in front of them.
“You know what? You win. You got to have the last laugh. You got your father real good, too. Telling him I was wearing your cum, and it was dripping down my thighs as I sat. Very smooth. Well done. Was that something you had planned as well? Drop the towel, Adrienne; that was all it took, right? Just so you could cum inside me and tell that to him, right?
“You win. Now, for the last time, get out and leave me alone. I don’t ever want to see you three again. Get out!" She screamed when they made no move to leave.
More than anything in the world, she didn’t want to cry in front of them. She didn’t want them to know she had let her guard down and fallen in love with them.
Entirely and irreparably.
With her soul, her life, and her breath.
It had left her feeling as if her whole life had been waiting for them. But they were always behind. And then they’d finally arrived, and she allowed herself to be swept off her feet, with no regard for her heart and no worries about protecting herself from them. They had blinded her, and she had followed them.
“Please leave,”
she whispered, completely broken.
“Please don’t do this to me.”
They cleared the small space between them, took her in their arms, and kissed her. Weakly she fought against them, but her body melted and she had no strength left. She was done. Devastated. She’d died and now merely existed in this realm. They could do whatever they wanted to her body... they would never be able to repair her heart.
“The first time we saw you, three years ago, you were coming out of the building where Morton kept his offices,”
Emerson said, against her lips.
“You were wearing a green knee-length skirt and a white top. Your hair was pulled back into a sleek ponytail,”
Darien said, kissing her shoulder, his arm around her waist as he drew her against the roughness of his jeans.
“You were the most beautiful woman we had ever seen,”
Austin whispered into her ear, his hand sliding to her pussy. She had cried so much, she wasn’t even wet.
“You ripped our hearts out and took them, and we hadn’t said a single word to you to warrant that kind of response.”
What?