Page 5 of Climbing Everest

Kato

S o many emotions rush through me as I stare down at Everest, and I can’t help but smirk at the miasma of conflicting emotions that flit over her face. Shock. Happiness, and my favorite…fear.

She should be afraid.

The whore walked through this piece of shit apartment in the dark, completely unaware she wasn’t alone. Four years running from us, and she hadn’t bothered developing a lick of situational awareness or self-preservation.

“Miss me?” I ask as her head continues to turn, her eyes bouncing from one of us to the other.

“What are you doing here? You can’t be here,” she blurts out.

I reach over and flip the switch beside the door, turning on the one light in the ceiling connected to a ceiling fan that looks straight out of the fucking eighties. In fact, the entire place looks like it would be better off with a strike of a match.

Lowering to the balls of my feet, I let my eyes roam her form. She’s filled out more, if that’s even possible. Her tits look fuller, her hips a little wider…

And there are obvious crisscrossing scars over our initials, as though she tried to erase us from her body.

I still carry that fucking E right over my heart. So do Madd and Brix. And this little bitch thought she could just…

My hand shoots out and grips the hair at the top of her head and I pull her to stand as I unfold my body.

Her hands slap over mine, trying to ease the pressure. She can’t possibly think this is some kind of reunion, that I would let her walk away from me, from us, after promising us the world. She destroyed our future and our lives in one night.

She’s nothing but a liar. A conniving little bitch. A fucking whore.

But after tonight, she’ll never again have the chance to run from me.

The three of us have everything ready at home, we just have to get her there and I have zero problem knocking her the fuck out after what she put us through over the past four years of first thinking she was dead, then realizing she’d simply run away from us.

Being as there is absolutely zero evidence of a child living in this shit hole, I can only assume everything we’d been told was true – she aborted our child.

“What the hell are you doing?” she screeches, her long nails digging into my skin. “Kato! What the fuck?!”

I watch as the realization that she no longer knows the man standing in front of her finally settles in her brain. When she killed our child, when she ripped our hearts from our chests and disappeared from our lives, she’d killed the three men she left behind.

The men she’s glaring at now with crocodile tears welling in her gray eyes are complete and total strangers to her.

I raise my eyes to Brix who’s moved closer, his eyes roaming from her wet, braided hair down to her feet, a sneer pulling up his top lip.

“Find her something to wear. I’m ready to go. This place is fucking disgusting.” I lower my eyes back to her face and smile as a tear trails down her cheek. “Although I suppose it’s fitting for you, huh…wife.”

Her hands leave my wrists and begin to swing at me. I chuckle and shove her toward Brix when he holds out a robe, wrapping it around her arms and locking her in a bear hug tight enough I’m surprised she can breathe.

Doesn’t stop the little hellcat from kicking and screaming obscenities at us.

Guess she forgot about the whole marriage thing.

While we might not have stood in front of a judge or clergy, those initials on her chest and the one on each of ours are permanent.

Not a ring she can take off. Not paper she can burn.

We all staked our claim that night, and just because she decided to toy with us for whatever sick plan she and her father cooked up doesn’t mean I’m willing to let her go. Not yet.

Oh no. I have way too much in store for this little whore. Not only will she stay locked down twenty-four/seven and have her every move tracked, we’ll take turns filling that cunt until she gives us what she took away four years ago.

Brix grunts then growls a frustrated sound when one of Everest’s heels slams into his shins. He squeezes her tighter until her face goes from red to purple, and her lips start to go blue.

Just before her eyes roll into the back of her head and she loses consciousness from lack of oxygen, he loosens his hold. “Give her the fucking shot. I’m not dealing with her bullshit the whole way home.”

Madd’s maniacal laugh comes from behind me, then he’s approaching with a syringe in his hand. He jabs it into one of her thighs peeking from the opening in her robe and pushes the plunger.

Within seconds, her lashes flutter, her lids close, and she goes completely limp in Brixton’s arms.

He repositions her so he’s carrying her bridal style and I frown when he hesitates, staring down into her slack face, his own expression softening for the shortest heartbeat as though seeing the girl we all fell in love with when we were stupid kids, young, dumb, and full of cum.

Before we’re done with her, it’ll be her full of our cum. I’ll make sure that shit is dripping from her holes, make sure she never forgets the taste of my cock, make sure she never again even thinks she has a choice about the trajectory of her life.

Two hours later, the four of us are walking through the doors of my childhood home.

The home I inherited along with the business after my father’s death.

Ms. Galanos has already turned down the bedding in the guest room when Brix steps into the room and deposits Everest onto the bed. All this would be easier if we had her on a gurney with stirrups, but not like we have a fucking infirmary in the basement.

It’s another thirty minutes before Nick finally shows up.

“You realize I’m not a fucking gynecologist, right?” he grumbles as he directs Brix and Madd to position Everest so her ass is damn near hanging off the bed before slipping a clean towel beneath her.

He pulls on a pair of gloves and raises one brow at me before he even looks in the direction of her pussy.

The same pussy I’d been inside hundreds of times before.

The same pussy she’s been showing to strangers. Who knows how many cocks she’s taken for money in the four years that have passed.

Hence one of the biggest reasons for this visit. I need to make sure the whore is clean before I put my dick anywhere near her.

Then, I want that fucking implant removed so I can fill her with as many kids as I want. She’ll be lucky if me, Brix, and Madd don’t keep her barefoot and pregnant until her body can’t take anymore, or she goes into menopause and can no longer breed for us.

I nod at him and stand back, my arms crossed over my chest, staring at Everest as he begins the process of examining her, removing the implant, then drawing blood to test her for any STIs.

Once that’s done, he pulls a syringe from his bag, pierces the skin directly over the scars left from our teenage stupidity, and inserts the tracker.

“I don’t see any physical evidence of any kind of infection, but I’ll let you know what her blood says when I get the results,” Nick says, standing and pulling off his gloves before tossing them into a waste can near the bed.

“I want the results tomorrow,” I say.

“I have zero control over that, Kato, and you know it.”

Rolling my head, I crack my neck and continue to glare at him until he holds up his hands.

“I’ll do what I can, but don’t come gunning for me if the lab is backed up.”

With that, he packs up and leaves us with the woman who destroyed us, destroyed our lives, and will now be paying with every minute of the remainder of hers.

All three of us will make sure she’s reminded every single day of the pain she put us through, the hell she forced us to endure, the loss we still feel deep in our hearts and souls.

No, we aren’t the same men she left years ago. We aren’t those same stupid kids.

Now, we’re pissed off and extremely powerful men with an empire to run and plenty of eyes to keep her under lock and key, to keep her round little ass from taking off on us again.

I called her my wife. And since we all still carry the marks in our flesh, that holds as true to me now as it did when we put them there.

But I want more. I need more. I want full ownership over every aspect of her life. Were it legal, all three of us would force her hand, force her to be our wife.

Polygamy is still illegal in all fifty states, so we’ll have to settle on her taking my last name.

And oh, the poetic justice in that. It brings a smile to my face.

“Get her settled. No clothes. Make sure the room is locked, and I want a guard outside the door through the night,” I say, turning my back on the whore whose legs are still spread wide on the bed, her head lolled to the side, her dark lashes fanning across the tops of her cheeks.

She’s always been beautiful. Since the day I met her when we were mere children, I thought she was so pretty.

And while she’s grown into a stunning woman, there’s a darkness in her eyes that wasn’t there the last time I saw her. A wariness. Or maybe it’s weariness. After all, she’d been stripping to get by for who knows how long.

Serves the whore right. I hope every single moment she spent on the stage was humiliating. I hope she cried herself to sleep every night.

I hope what she’d done plagued her dreams, filled them with the nightmares I experience on a regular basis.

Pulling the door closed behind me softly when all I want to do is slam the fucking thing, I make my way downstairs and into the kitchen to pour myself two fingers of whiskey.

We found her. After four fucking years, we found her. It almost feels surreal that she’s right here in the house, just one floor up.

Georgia. Of all fucking places, she’d gone to Georgia. I can’t say I’m all that surprised she chose to strip, being as she would have to make cash if she wanted to stay off my radar. She’d been successful for a while.