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She has to be hungry. Though she’ll definitely want something lighter.

After last night, I’ve decided we have to come clean about our own crime.

By now, she has to have figured out we had a tracker implanted in her skin. Unless she thought Kato was simply talking about physically tracking her down rather than using the little blinking dot on our phones.

That’s not the crime I’m talking about, though. Nope. All three of us were more than happy about Nick removing the birth control implant so we could knock her up, get the child who was stolen from us.

As far as we know, she could already be carrying our first heir.

Yeah, I know. It’s a long shot considering it’s only been a couple weeks, but all three of us have taken turns filling her beautiful pink pussy with cum every chance we get.

And then last night…fuck. My dick twitches to life at how far we pushed her, how much she took, and how she screamed and moaned each time she came.

Our luck, our little swimmers found the egg even with the remnants of whatever the implant left lingering in her system.

Kato and I have been up for over an hour, but we’ve yet to see Brix or Everest. Not surprised our wife is still sleeping with as much as she drank, emotionally purged, and how hard we took her.

But it’s not often Brix sleeps past sunrise.

Since Kato’s currently locked away in his office dealing with one cluster fuck or another and I’m getting bored sitting in the kitchen by myself, I decide to take it upon myself to wake up both Brix and Everest.

Time to start the day and get this confession out of the way so we can move forward with the whole rebuilding our lives thing.

Hopping down from the island where I’ve been sitting while sipping my coffee and scrolling on my phone, I try to keep my steps quiet. No reason to wake her up with the thuds of my feet against the hardwood floor.

There’s a real good chance she’ll be pissed at us for a while, so I plan to take advantage of the time before we break the news. What better way than waking her up with my mouth on her cunt?

Unfortunately, as I reach for the knob, the door swings open and Brix steps out, his long hair wet and hanging down his bare back. The big fucker didn’t even bother tugging on boxers before leaving E’s room.

Throwing up a hand, I pretend to block the view of his cock while looking past him for Everest. To my dismay, my girl is already awake, and her hair is wet too.

Hm. Looks like the two of them showered together, and I highly doubt it stopped at simply washing each other’s backs.

I step through the door once Brix’s giant naked body is clear and watch as she pulls panties from a drawer and pulls them up her legs.

“Hey,” she says, her eyes flitting up to me before she searches for something to wear.

My eyes roam her body. Devour her. Fuck, she’s stunning. So fucking beautiful it hurts.

I have this deep seeded urge to fill her with my cum for the sole reason of knocking her up. You know, since she still doesn’t have that implant.

The one Kato had removed. Without her knowledge or permission.

Shit. No. We’re telling her about that today.

Or at least I am. Giving her the option to have a new one put in. We should probably tell her about the tracking chip Nick slipped under her skin while we’re at it, in case she hasn’t figured it out on her own.

Not that she’ll be overly surprised by that little tidbit. We’ve always been a little protective and possessive of her, and it’s not uncommon for members of the various syndicates to keep close tabs on their wives for their protection, in case they try to turn on them or snitch to the authorities.

I mean, that’s not why Kato insisted on the chip. It was in case she tried to run again.

No fucking way will she run now. We know exactly why she disappeared, why she stayed away and she’s as invested in marrying Kato as we are, as invested in carrying his name and rubbing the fact she’ll legally and officially be an Antoniou in her father’s face.

You know, before we torture the cocksucker to death.

“What?” she asks as she pulls a sweater over her head without bothering with a bra.