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I let out a sigh. “I would have held so much guilt if he didn’t live. I left him, and as Spectre, I could have helped. I watched everyone…” die to save my identity.

Abel touched my back. “They would have still killed us. Try not to worry too much about it, Sal.”

That was going to be hard.

After a few more minutes in silence, Kier moved to us, eyeing us.

“I’m taking you, too?” Kier asked Abel.

“Everyone is busy doing Bishop shit.”

He nodded. “Paperwork. Don’t miss it. Let’s go.”

Before I could move, Kier pulled the last bag off me and slung it around him. He walked away before I could even tell him to fuck off and give it back. I eyed Abel but followed with a huff.

3

Sal

Kier lived in a gated community with other Fathers. Pulling up to his house, I had to blink again. The house was massive and very modern-looking, not something I thought he’d go for. He pulled his large SUV into the garage, and I watched the garage door close behind us.

I annoyed him. The whole ride, I told him how he could get hurt—though I didn’t solely care about his wellbeing, just the guilt I’d feel—and how I would be alright in a hotel by myself.

But neither of the two men wanted to hear it.

Abel and Kier grabbed the bags, leaving none to me. Kier unlocked the house door before moving inside. The door from the garage opened up to a small washroom and then a huge kitchen. My eyes went wide as I looked around.

For a man, he was clean like Briar.

He moved out into the massive living room and up the stairs. My eyes landed on the beautiful, perfect white couch before the massive fireplace and TV hanging above it. I didn’t even know they made TVs that big.

“I have a room for everyone, though I suspect it won’t stay that way,” Kier explained, glancing back at us.

“Oh, you need to cuddle Abel, don’t you?” I teased.

“Very much so. We can take turns whenever his cock isn’t inside of you.”

I tsked. “Hard, but we will make it work.”

Abel rolled his eyes at us.

Kier showed Abel his room before showing me my room. Kier was rich enough to house the whole group of men and supply each room with a large bed and dressers. I never could possibly dream of anything different. I never had money. Ashbourne was for the poor, and I grew up the same way in a foster home.

I moved inside the bedroom as the men set the bags down.

“You can unpack. You will be here for a while,” Abel teased.

I shook my head. “I might end up murdering Kier, so I doubt that.”

Kier let out a rumble of laughter. “You wish, Spectre.”

I peeked into the bathroom, a moan leaving my mouth. “Bigger than fucking Beck’s!”

Abel peeked inside as if he’s never seen it before.

“Of course, it is,” Kier muttered dangerously close to my ear. His warmth wrapped around my back as I felt his slight bulge against my back. He wasn’t hard, just showing off how massive his dick was.

“I’m talking about the bath.”