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And she apparently waxes her cunt for work. As a fucking stripper.

Everest looks the same but doesn’t, and she’s not who I fell in love with as a fucking kid.

Do her parents know she was shaking her tits in strangers’ faces for money? That she offers happy endings in the back room of that fucking club?

Yep. Every single second of the encounter had been reported to us before the confirmation video had been sent to my phone while we waited at a hotel at the edge of town. The disgust I’d felt watching that video of her shaking her ass and tits, staring into the camera, using her body – the body the three of us still owned regardless of how far she’d run – sent rage burning hot through my veins.

I’d had to remind myself over and over that we sent the guard in there to keep from snapping the motherfucker’s neck the second he stepped into our hotel room.

She’s just two doors down from where I sit on the edge of my bed, my jaw aching from how long I’ve been clenching my teeth.

Kato is still waiting on the results from the blood Nick drew last night. He swore he would still keep her locked away even if she’s carrying some STI, but I sure as fuck won’t be putting my dick anywhere near her.

No matter how hard I’ve been since the moment she stepped into that rat infested one room apartment, then walked from the bathroom naked.

She’d spotted my silhouette in the shadows but hadn’t known it was me and for some reason, the thought of watching her like that had sent nearly every drop of blood rushing to my groin.

I think it was the fear rolling from her in waves, the tremble in her voice. A part of me wants to put her through that shitagain, and I can’t say whether it’s for the way it makes my dick hard as stone or because I simply want to torture her.

Although…

When Kato grabbed her by her throat and cut off her breathing and voice, I’d had the strangest and most conflicting emotions crash through me. I was equal parts enraged at the way he was treating her and jealous it wasn’t my fingers crushing her fucking neck.

Sounds make it to my ears through the walls as she first argues with Karolos, then slams the dresser drawers and closet door over and over, as though she thinks she’ll either garner the attention of one of us or maybe she’s dispelling the frustration she has to feel over this situation.

The first, she obviously accomplished since I’ve been attuned to every single sound coming from that room since I carried her in and laid her on the bed. The second…

Yeah, that shit makes me smile.

Frustration will be the easiest of the emotions we intend to elicit from her.

The rules Kato continues to come up with make me smile. Especially the thing where we each get to choose what she wears every day. I haven’t really checked out all of what Kato ordered for her, but I saw what Madd picked for today, and I’m dying to see her traipsing around with her tits half hanging out, the slits on the long skirt all the way up to her hips, the belt wrapped around the middle the only thing to keep her from flashing the room every part of her.

Why bother? The whore apparently didn’t care about strangers watching her wiggle her ass, she didn’t care about sucking off some stranger in the back room.

What’s the point of feigning modesty now?

I don’t give a shit what Kato says – I’m picking what she wears tomorrow, and she’ll be lucky if I let her wear a bikini around the house, regardless of the temperature outside.

Then the staff and guards would see her body, as well. And as much as I want to humiliate her and regardless of the fact hundreds – maybe even thousands – of men have not only seen but touched her tight little body, I’m not sure I can contain my possessive urges now that she’s back in my life.

She’ll be Kato’s wife, but she’ll belong to all three of us, no different than four years ago. I plan on making my own claim on her, finding a way to make it permanent and this time, she won’t have the chance to carve it up and defile it.

“But it’s my money!” I hear her screech from next door.

Not only has her body changed, but the look in her eyes is different, darker. World weary.

That sweet girl we had all fallen head over heels for has been replaced by a woman hardened by the life she chose over us.

She’ll definitely need that armor for the life we have planned for her. And fuck yes, I’m on board with keeping her knocked up as often as possible with our kids. Unless we get a paternity test, there won’t be much way for us to know who fathers the kid, but does it really fucking matter?

Pushing to my feet, I storm from my room and down the hall, those conflicting emotions of wanting to see her belly round with my son or daughter and wanting to throttle her for what she put us through forcing my body to move.

Karolos dodges out of my way as I near her bedroom.

Kato leans against the wall beside the door, his arms crossed over his chest. “Technically, it’s mine.”

“Not all that money in the bag was from your little spy.”