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"What happened when you went to the gate?” I ask softly, pulling back to look at his face.

He opens one eye to look at me, his dark brows pulling together. “I told you what happened.”

“I mean…what exactly did my dad say to you? What did he tell you? Did he give you a name of someone specific? A doctor I supposedly went to for the abortion? Did he threaten you in any way?”

Because the more I think about it, Maddox was right. There was no way my father saw those initials still red and bloody on my chest and didn’t figure it out. Although, I suppose he might have thought it was the first, middle, and last initial of someone.

But considering how many times the four of us were around each other at various functions, and as much as Dima Sidorov hated Christos Antoniou, he had to have put two and two together. It was rare to see Kato without Brixton and Maddox since they were being raised and trained to one day be guards to the only son of Christos.

Brix fully rolls onto his back and looks up at the ceiling, his brows furrowed as though deep in thought. I push to sit and cross my legs so I can look at him.

“I…shit. I can’t remember any specific names. I was a little fucked up at the time.”

Grief and guilt squeeze my heart, but I need to push the second away, because I have nothing to feel guilty about. It wasn’t my fault. Nothing that happened to the four of us was my fault.

Although, I suppose I could have reached out to them, sent a message to let them know I was alive and missed them.

But then they might have come sooner, and since I was keeping my distance for their safety…

Endless fucking cycle. It feels as though the same thoughts are constantly chasing each other like a dog chasing its tail.

“Why?”

“What?” I ask, pulled out of my thoughts by his question.

“Why do you want to know whether he gave any specific names or whatever?”

I shrug up my shoulders. “I guess part of it is sheer curiosity. Like, did he throw some poor asshole under the bus thinking you three would chase after him to find me? Or did he make something up to throw you off the trail? Or…shit. I don’t know.”

I don’t know, but there are plans brewing in my mind, plans I know all three men will probably be against. But if they want to be a part of my life, if they want us to go back to the life we weretrying to build before my father ruined everything, then they’ll have to trust me.

My eyes have gone unfocused, no longer seeing Brix, but future plans and ideas of how exactly I can step back into society that will cause enough of a ripple to knock my father off his throne a bit.

“What’s going through that pretty head of yours?” Brix asks.

I look down at him and smirk. “You were an asshole to me for two days. Don’t think some good dick and compliments will get you off the hook that easily.”

I’m teasing. Sort of. But there are a lot of things we need to work through together before we can let the rest of the world know I’m here, before I let Kato parade me around in public.

Because I refuse to take the chance of losing any of my men after finally getting them back after so long apart.

Chapter 18

Maddox

Idon’t give a shit how needy or clingy I seem, but I refuse to let Everest off my lap, even while she’s eating the pancakes I made for her while she did…whatevershe was doing with Brix before coming downstairs.

She doesn’t have that just been fucked glow about her and her cheeks and tips of her ears aren’t pink nor have the gray of her eyes changed to that afterglow blue she often gets.

So maybe they were merely talking. Personally, I’m having a hard time not pulling her panties to the side and sliding inside her. She can eat while warming my dick and then when she’s done, I’ll bend her over the table and fuck her senseless.

Of course, even fantasizing about the possibilities does nothing but send more blood straight to my groin until I have to adjust her to keep her small movements from grinding against my boner.

Not that I mind the feeling of her round little ass rubbing against my shaft, but just like last night, it won’t take much to cause me to blow my load in my sweats.

My brothers would never let me live that shit down.

Fuck, I’ve missed her. I’ve missed every single thing about her, not just the way she feels in my arms or wrapped around my cock. I’ve missed the sound of her voice, the way her eyes seem to damn near twinkle when she laughs, the way she plays with her hair when in thought, the way she rolls her shoulders when she has something important to say.