Page 38 of A Dove To Break (The Dove Institute Collection #1)

Alania

Two Days Later

Today is Fiona’s funeral. Her parents flew in last night, and I thought they’d hate me, but she spoke so highly of me to them that the first thing they did was hug me and tell me they were relieved that I was okay.

They made me promise them that I'd stop saying I killed her, and I am going to try. It’s hard because I feel like it’s my fault.

Logically, I know he would have done it no matter what I said or did.

The night before last, I held Raul until he cried himself to sleep.

Adrian and Brent ended up joining us, and Raul slept on my chest all night.

Yesterday, I spent the day in bed again, but Adrian was with me.

I explain more of what happened and why I spiraled so hard with the razor.

He wants me to start seeing a therapist when everything settles down.

Fiona’s spot on the council was filled by Talia, since Eli is on the council now too. Because we are handling this, we have others helping us at the school. They will all be at the funeral today. I was confused why, but Jax told Adrian that the girls wanted to support me.

I stand in front of the mirror, and I look awful.

I still haven’t eaten or slept worth a shit.

I need to start putting myself back together, though.

If not for me, for Fiona. I am wearing a beautiful white and vibrant pink dress.

Fiona made me buy this, so it seemed fitting that I wear it.

We told everyone to dress how Fiona would dress them.

This means the guys will be in simple jeans and T-shirts.

I pull my hair up into a neat bun before putting makeup on. By the time I am finished, I look somewhat presentable. When I leave the bathroom, all three men are staring at me.

“What? Do I look okay? I should change, shouldn’t I? Maybe it’s…” I start to ramble, but Adrian steps closer and grabs my face.

“You look beautiful, Little Dove,” he says before gently kissing me. “It’s good to see you up and moving around.”

“I’m just glad you finally took a shower,” Brent teases.

“How is it that you still tease me like a big brother, but then fuck me like a wild animal?” I ask Brent.

“Blood or not, pretty girl, we were raised as siblings,” he laughs. “I’ll reserve the wild animal fucking for after the funeral.”

“I don’t know. I think Fiona would have loved it if you fucked Alania in the middle of her funeral,” Raul says with a shrug.

“Yes. To honor her,” Brent agrees with a firm nod.

“Bunch of children. I swear,” I laugh and shake my head.

“My sweet Dove,” Adrian says sweetly.

“What, Adrian?” I say with a heavy sigh.

“Baby, you look beautiful, but you look like death. You need to eat something,” he says bluntly.

“I know,” I say.

“Hey. We still have the tacos,” Raul says. I look at him and he smiles.

“You still have the food?” I ask.

“Yeah. Some people pig out when they get sad. Thought maybe you might want to eat hers,” he says with a shrug.

“Goddamn it, Raul,” I say with a huff as I close my eyes.

“You look woozy, Little Dove. Don’t cry too much. Get some food in you first,” Brent laughs.

“Fuck you guys,” I laugh tearfully.

“Let’s get some food, and then we can go to the funeral,” Raul says as he gently kisses me.

The entire society is here. I’ve never seen them all gathered before.

Everyone is crying. At first, it was annoying because I thought it was a show for many of them, but it’s not just about Fiona.

Her death sparked the realization that The Society had grown into something vile.

Women were treated as objects to be used and discarded.

Edward murdering Fiona turned everyone from blindly following to truly being part of the movement to bring peace.

Edward is battling in this war alone, and he has an entire army after him.

We are listening to Fiona’s childhood friend, Susan, cry and talk about how close they were, and it’s annoying. “She didn’t even like her,” I whisper to Adrian.

“Alania,” he chuckles quietly.

“What? She didn’t. She told me all about…”

“Shhh!” Susan’s mother says with a look of disgust on her face.

“Bitch, Fiona didn’t like y’all,” I say loud enough for everyone to hear. “Susan got her and her boyfriend drunk, fucked him, and then gaslit her into thinking she said she could. Your daughter is a whore.”

Adrian, Brent, and Raul are grinning. Fiona’s mother, Linda, sounds and looks like she is crying. Her stepfather, Chris, is hugging her. Their bodies shake for a second, and I’m almost worried I fucked up, but Linda’s cackle suddenly echoes through the room.

“She really did hate you,” Linda giggles tearfully. “You were so awful to her.”

“Just go,” I say. “Everyone. Just go.”

“Thank you for coming, everyone,” Raul says as he turns to everyone. “We have food set up at the community center with all of Fiona’s favorite foods. Please enjoy. Celebrate her life.”

“It’s tacos,” I say. “The girl loved tacos.”

Everyone chuckles and starts walking away from the graveyard, leaving me sitting with Adrian, Raul, and Brent. Linda and Chris come over and hug me. “I’m sorry we had to meet like this,” I say. “I know things were tough for y'all, but…”

“You find that monster and you make him pay for taking her,” Linda says tearfully. “You make him pay for hurting you. Get revenge, Alania. You deserve it.”

“Thank you,” I sigh.

I watch as they leave, and I stand to walk over to the casket.

It’s ready to be lowered into the ground, and I don’t know if I’m ready yet.

She and I planned our entire lives together.

We were so damn excited to not only live together but to be bound together by the men we shared.

I wanted her and Adrian to connect more like I had with Raul, but we ran out of time.

I touch my hand to the smooth casket, and a tear slides down my cheek. “Rest easy, sweet girl. I’m going to miss you,” I say tearfully.

Adrian and Brent take my hands, and we walk back toward the truck.

Raul stays behind the casket for a moment.

I watch as he kisses his hand and touches the lid before walking toward us.

When he gets closer, I see the silent tears.

He doesn’t say a word before wrapping me in a tight hug and burying his face in my hair.

A few seconds pass before Adrian opens the back door, and Raul moves in to sit.

“What are you doing?” I laugh as he sits in the middle seat. I climb in, but he promptly pulls me to my knees in front of him.

“Suck my cock, Little Dove, or should I make you?” Raul says simply. A wicked grin spreads across my face, and he tuts at me. “If I have to make you, you don’t get to come. Be my good little whore and you’ll come on my cock.”

“You drive a hard bargain, sir,” I say as I unbuckle his belt. Raul sits back and watches as I pull his cock free and lick from the base to the tip. He grunts when my tongue slides across each barbell pierced through the backside of his dick.

“Tease me and you’ll choke on it,” Raul growls. I gently suck on just the head, loving the way his eyes flutter. I decide to stop being a brat and take him to the back of my throat. “Fuck, Alania.”

I bob up and down on his cock, sucking hard while I stroke what doesn’t fit in my mouth. What better way to celebrate the life of my best friend than deepthroating her husband after her funeral? Fiona would adore this.

“Oh God!” Raul moans. “Fuck, that’s good. Just like that, baby.”

Raul abruptly pulled me up. “I wasn’t done, sir!” I giggle.

“I need your cunt,” he grunts as he pulls me up and turns me. When he bends me over the center console, I can easily reach both Adrian and Brent.

“Oh fuck!” I yell out when Raul grabs my hips and slams into my already dripping pussy. This SUV is massive, thank God, because this would simply not be possible in most vehicles.

When Adrian pulls his cock free from his jeans, I grab hold of him and start stroking him.

Brent turns in his seat so he can move up, grab me by the hair, and shove his cock down my throat.

With his hand on the dash, he has enough leverage to violently throat fucks me while Raul desperately pounds into my pussy.

I try to focus on stroking Adrian’s cock, but when I start to struggle, he wraps his hand around mine and uses my hand to fuck himself.

I realize that we are parked again when I am suddenly flipped and my knees are pushed to my chest. Raul has even more leverage to fuck me into screams, but they’re quickly muffled by Adrian, who pushes down my throat next.

He and Brent take turns using my mouth while Raul continues to fuck all of his anger and sadness into me.

This feels like a fucked up form of hypersexual therapy, and I love it.

Brent comes down my throat first, and then Adrian. Raul promptly pulls me up and sits so he can force me down on his cock. “Ride my cock, Little Dove. Make us come.”

“Fuck, you’re so big,” I groan as I start bouncing on his cock. He loosely holds my hips and lets me do all the moving. I feel like I’m possessed, and I move as fast as my body allows. My belly aches, but I don’t stop.

“Come on my cock, Little Dove. Relax, baby,” Raul says softly.

“Fuck,” I whine. “I can’t.”