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Chapter Fifteen

Jolie

“I guess we should talk,” Brennan mutters.

With that being the understatement of the century, all I can do is nod. Everyone moves around the kitchen until we’re all seated at the table–me squashed between Creed and Chester as if I’m their lifeline.

I look up at the five pieces of my heart that I thought were gone, still unable to process what or how this is even possible.

“I saw your bodies. There was so much blood, and you weren’t breathing. How are you even here right now?”

“Mr Z’s assistant called me the morning you went to see him and explained what he was planning. We needed a strategy, and fast.” Brennan explains. “I called Ziyon for his help as well, and he gave us the idea to fake their deaths.”

All the pieces click together. Chester is a scientist in the making, and Creed works at the morgue. I can’t believe I didn’t even think about it.

“As you’re aware, with our advanced genetics, we can’t use any normal medications,” Chester adds. “So, I’d been working on a drug that would slow our heart to the point of almost stopping completely. It wasn’t perfect and very well could have killed them...”

“Then why even take that risk?”

“Baby, it was our only shot at making our deaths believable. Mr Z wasn’t going to stop until one of our teams was dead. We betrayed him, so he had to send a message,” Laughn explains.

“So why not tell me?”

“How could we have told you? You ran off to meet with him and didn’t tell any of us,” Davis snaps. My eyes meet his, and the fire burning in the depths of his deep-brown eyes makes my breath shudder.

Chester’s hand falls to my knee, his fingernails digging into my skin, and I place my hand over his to help calm him down. “Because I was doing what I thought was right,” I throw back.

“Ditto,” Davis replies. “We needed your response to be real, and we didn’t want to put you in any danger if the plan blew up in our damn faces.”

I smirk at him. God, I have missed his snarky quips. Dragging my gaze from him I scan over the rest of his team, greedily drinking in the sight of them all alive and well. “Where have you been staying?”

“When I was in hiding, after you went to foster care, the loneliness was debilitating. So, the guys built a bunker in the backyard, with a tunnel that leads into the morgue,” Trace reveals.

“So that’s why Laughn crawled out of a damn dead-person fridge.”

Creed snorts at that.

“While my brother was balls deep inside of you,” Laughn drawls.

“We had an agreement,” Boston snaps, looking around the table.

“What agreement?” I ask, brow raised. “To not fuck me while you were all lying to me?”

“Blame Brennan. He broke it first,” Kai says with a laugh.

Boston turns his attention to his brother, looking like he is ready to climb across the table and snap his neck. Brennan stays silent, his denial that it ever happened holding strong.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, not this shit again. I will fuck whoever I damn well please,” I snap, and Chester mumbles to himself. “Sorry, I will fuck any of you I damn well please.”

Boston’s brows dip low on his forehead, not understanding what’s transpiring between Chester and me. “Not him too,” Boston mutters, shaking his head.

“Yes, him too. I thought you were all dead! Did you honestly think I would sit around and twiddle my thumbs, just waiting for you to rise from the dead? Honestly, who I’m sleeping with should really be at the bottom of the priority list of shit we have to deal with. How about we start with an actual plan to take down Mr Z because I’m sick of waiting for the right time . There will never be a right time. Or how about the fact that my mother is still alive? Or that my friends are part of Olympia? Or that I plan to be friends with Colt, whether any of you like it? And once the shock that you’re all alive wears off... then I really think I might have more to say on that matter.”

“How about we start with an apology? We thought that by not telling you, Mr Z wouldn’t hurt you if he found out. Look at the consequences for lying to him about you and our involvement in what we did to make you disappear,” Trace says.

“What you did. Not us,” Davis snaps, pointing at his brother.

“You didn’t run to him and tell him the second you knew, did you? No. So he didn’t care how involved you were. In his eyes, you were guilty,” Trace throws back.

“Can you two just stop?” I practically scream at them. I don’t need them at each other’s throats. “What the hell are we going to do now? If he finds out you’re all alive, he will not spare any of you. We need a plan.”

“I might have an idea. We know we can’t kill him outright—even he knows that. If anything happens to him, all his teams will fire back. It’s what they have been told to do. We need you to spend more time with him, play the role of a loving daughter. We require access to his computer to find out what he has planned and who he is working with. Not even Marlow has been able to hack his system from the outside, so we need you to do it from the inside,” Brennan says.

Amongst all of this, Case has been awfully quiet. I look over at him and he just stares at me, as if he is committing the way I look to memory.

“And how do I do that?” I ask, shifting my gaze to Marlow.

“I will create a virus that will attack his system long enough for me to gain access. Once I’m in, the security he has in place will be mirrored by mine. I will then have access to everything he does from that point forward.”

“Okay, so at this stage, killing him isn’t the only objective.” I frown, patience not being my strong suit at the best of times.

“It never has been. We need to study his network, weed out all the bad eggs, and make sure that in the event of his death, no one comes after you. Everything we do is to protect you. Any smart man would have a fail-safe in place, and his mind knows no bounds. At least this way, we will know for sure. If we’re lucky, his phone will be linked to his computer, giving us full access.”

“Just tell me what you need me to do.”

Creed leans into my side. “What we need you to do is go back up to your room so we can have our way with you,” he whispers in my ear. I snort and push him away. Looking up, I find Boston shooting daggers at Creed.

“In your dreams,” I whisper back. His reply is nothing more than a growl that sends a shiver down my spine.

“Should we talk about how you’re feeling about all of this?” Brennan asks, his tone concerned. I shake my head; I’m not ready to open that can of worms yet. It’s still not real that they’re sitting across the table.

“Tomorrow. Right now, I just want to go to bed.” I turn to Creed. “Alone. I just need time to process everything.”

“You have until the morning, then we will be talking. This entire situation isn’t something we can just sweep under the rug,” Boston says with a look that tells me he means business.

I agree with a nod—I know we can’t pretend this never happened. While I don’t want to be angry, right now I’m so damn furious that if I open Pandora’s box, it isn’t going to be pretty. Putting my hands on the table, I push my chair out, the screech of the legs sliding across the floor the only sound to be heard. Turning my back on the guys, I head up the stairs to my bedroom. Being hidden in the kitchen means they are pretty handy for a swift escape.

Stripping down to my underwear, I slip into my bed and pull the comforter right up under my neck. As I curl into a ball, tears start falling down my face, and the hurt grips my heart and squeezes.

Someone knocks at the door, but I don’t answer. After a minute, it opens, and Creed pops his head in. I knew as soon as I gave in to the turbulent emotions raging inside me, he wouldn’t be far away.

“We come in peace and will keep our dicks in our pants,” he says, stepping into the room.

“Speak for yourself. My dick has a mind of its own,” Chester quips, pushing past Creed.

“I can feel your pain and I can’t stay away. Can we hold you?”

Taking a deep, steadying breath, I nod. Creed can feel my emotions, and Chester feels more than he lets on. We’re not sure of the full extent of his abilities—even he doesn’t know that much since he refuses to tap into them.

They move in closer to the bed, both men stripping down to their boxers—scratch that, Chester gets naked. I turn my attention to Creed because now isn’t an appropriate time for sex and I can’t mask these feelings. Chester crawls in behind me, pulling me into his chest, my ass nestled comfortably against his rock-hard cock. Creed gets in on the other side and turns his back to me so I can spoon him. My mood mellows, and I can’t believe I forgot again. Whenever I want to be alone, he is always there to comfort me—even if I don’t want him to be. But it’s too late now; there’s no way he would leave even if I kicked him out.

My eyes open, and the room is pitch black. I’m pinned to the bed by Chester’s arm, which is slung over my waist, and Creed’s legs are tangled in mine. With a full bladder, I wiggle my way out from under them, surprised when neither of them wakes. I tiptoe across the room quietly so they can both keep sleeping.

I walk into my en suite, close the door, and flick on the light. But it’s while I am sitting on the toilet that it hits me like a smack in the face—just like I knew it would. I wanted to sleep off the shock before processing everything that went down yesterday, but Creed’s calming presence lulled me into a sense of security.

I’m mad—they all lied to me. Again. A-fucking-gain.

I finish up and go down to the kitchen to get a glass of water.

Mind still reeling from everything they told me, my head falls back, and I bite back a scream that will unleash all the anguish plaguing me. My eyes open, landing on a smoke alarm, and I remember a new rule that was implemented recently. All smoke alarms have to be connected—a new safety measure or some shit. It’s annoying as fuck because when one goes off in a house, they all go off. But it gives me an idea.

I climb onto the kitchen bench and press the tester button. The alarms blare through the house, and I stand there on the damn bench in nothing but a shirt and wait. They will all eventually come this way looking for me, or in the case of Chester and Creed, they’ll come down to find me.

Within seconds, Creed is running down the stairs. “Tenshi,” he shouts, panic in his voice. He flicks the light on just as Chester runs into his back. They both look up at me, and I point to the table, smirking at the fact that Chester is still naked.

Within a minute, the kitchen is filled with half-naked men. Relief washes over them as they notice me standing here, and I do the same to each of them and point to the table. The only person missing is Kai. Once they’re all seated, Kai drags himself into the kitchen with sleep-filled eyes, his black hair sticking up all over the place. He’s wearing a pair of black boxer briefs, a long-sleeved, button-up business shirt—though the buttons aren’t done in the right order—and his damn crocs.

“Thanks for joining us. At least I know not to rely on you to save me in an emergency.”

“You learn something new every day,” he rasps as he walks to the table and sits down. I shake my head and jump down from the bench.

“Care to explain why you woke us all up at two in the morning in just a shirt?” Boston asks, annoyance lacing his tone.

“Please let it be an orgy,” Kai mumbles to himself as he places his head down on the table and closes his eyes.

“No.” I cross my arms, which only enhances my cleavage, so I drop them to my side. “I’m mad and I need to yell,” I snap.

“The floor is yours, Wildflower.” I see the sadness in Case’s eyes. Out of all the guys, Case and Chester have seemed to struggle with my return the most.

“How could you?” I admonish, focusing on Team Hades. “You all knew what it felt like to lose me, that pain you went through. Case, the way you explained it to me was like your heart was ripped from your chest, right? I felt that, yet you all lied to me... again. How many lies will there be? Any more secrets you need to share? Because one more lie, and I’m out. If I want to be around people who lie to me, I may as well live with Mr Z. At least I know not to trust him, and if I have no expectations, then I can’t get hurt. That is what you have done—hurt me, again and again and again. And stupid me, I just throw myself at all of you because it’s how I feel loved. But you know what? Fuck you all because my legs are closed. You want to prove your love or feelings or whatever, then I want gifts...”

Boston opens his mouth to say something, but I shoot him a glare and he snaps it shut. Good boy.

“Yes, you heard me right.” I nod my head for emphasis. “Make no mistake, I’m pissed. I want to lash out and hurt you all, but that won’t get me far because most of you are fucked in the head and would get off on that. Oh, and I take back the no sex because I shouldn’t be punished—but it better be the best sex that I’ve ever had. And while we are on the subject of sex, none of you get a say. I love sex. I don’t want a traditional relationship, I never have. If you don’t want in on this, then say so now. You don’t have to be part of whatever the fuck this clusterfuck is called, but there will be no take backs. If you’re out, you’re out.”

I take a breath and look around the room. “Brennan?” I question with a raised brow. I know he has avoided the issue and, well, fuck him. His elbows rest on the table and his head falls into his hands.

“Answer me,” I demand as my patience with his silence snaps.

“That’s not fair,” he murmurs, rubbing the heels of his hands into his eyes.

“Not fair? No, what you have all put me through isn’t fair. I’m laying all my cards on the table. The bullshit and lies end today. There are no more secrets, even if you think my safety is more important. Mr Z has fucked us all, and not in the good way. We are now one big-ass team, and we’re going to act like it. The only way we’re going to come out on top is if we work together. So, are you in or are you out?”

“I’m in,” he says with a sigh.

Relief swells, but I won’t force him to have sex with me. It’s not like there’s going to be any shortage of dick anyway.

“Davis? I need an honest answer because last time you locked yourself in the bathroom like a little bitch.”

“Oh, I’m in. A little hate fuck is always good for the soul.”

“You don’t hate me. You hate yourself because you want me so badly. Anyone else? You can always dip out whenever you want, but you only have the one chance to be in. And just so we’re all on the same page, Chester put a ban on me having sex with anyone other than my team, which is you ten, so the same goes for all of you. You get me or each other if that floats your boat, but no one else. So, who has any secrets they need to drop? Now is your only chance.”

Chester raises his hand. “I have a secret.” He leans over to Creed, whispering in his ear, and they have a hushed conversation between themselves.

“Okay, spill.”

“That piece of shit foster brother of yours—I killed him. Actually, Creed and I did. I cut off his limp dick, shoved it in his mouth, and put a bullet between his eyes. Also, I’m not sorry. Anyone who lays a finger on you has the same fate in store.”

My mouth hangs open, and I blink a few times. “Okay, anyone else?”

“Totally unrelated, but I’m still caught up with the whole sex thing. Are we drawing straws or taking a number? Please let me go first—I’m dying over here,” Kai says. “I’m down for orgies, and I’ll even let Laughn tie me up and fuck me.”

“Now that isn’t a terrible idea.” I look over at Laughn and he smiles. The kinky bastard is totally down for me to watch him fuck Kai up. “But there will be no numbers or drawing straws; it will happen naturally. I have no idea how we will make this work, but lie to me again and you will run the test zone, and me and my friends will hunt you down and make you pay. I’m sure their teams would jump at the chance to take you down with no repercussions. Oh, and one last thing, if there’s any jealousy—work that shit out amongst yourselves. But no weapons and no killing each other.”

They all look at me with various emotions crossing their faces as they process what I’m saying. I’m sure they’re confused and need some time to wrap their heads around what is about to happen. They’ve all known that they would have to share me—they were genetically linked to love me—but knowing and reality are two different things.

“Chester, Creed, let’s go back to bed.” They both stand, and I see the fire in Boston’s eyes when he realises Chester is naked. “The rest of you, I expect an answer when I get up. A good start to making things up to me would be breakfast in the morning. Pretty sure once these two are done with me, I’ll be starving.”

I turn my back on them and walk up the stairs, the sound of the rest of them talking amongst themselves a low rumble, while I feel Chester and Creed following behind.

Once we’re in my room, I shut the door behind us, excitement tingling through my body. I can feel their heated gazes before I even turn around.

“Jolie,” Creed whispers. “You need to turn around.”

I slowly turn on my heel and the men standing before me are nothing more than monsters waiting to pounce. Creed’s lips pull up into an evil smirk. Chester’s dick is once again hard, and he doesn’t even try to cover it. He locks eyes with me, daring me to turn him away.

“What’s it going to be, Tenshi?”

Words are not needed. I pull the oversized shirt up and over my head, dropping it to the floor. In the second it took for me to remove the shirt, both men are at my side, caging me between their sculpted bodies.

Chester steps in close to my front, my tits pressed tight against his chest, while Creed steps in behind me, fisting my hair and pulling my head back.

“We’re not going to sleep until you’re seeing stars.”

I gulp. Chester’s hands fall to my waist as his mouth explores my neck—biting and sucking—sending tingles throughout my body. I moan when Chester takes one of my nipples between his teeth.

“That’s it, scream loud so everyone knows you’re ours.”

The pure ecstasy of their touch leaves no room for argument. Right here and now I’m theirs, to do with as they please. Creed slaps my ass hard and leans into whisper in my ear. “On the bed, now. On your hands and knees with that pretty mouth of yours open nice and wide, facing the edge of the bed.”

He releases my hair and they both take a small step back, making enough room for me to slip between them. I do as I’m asked and crawl into position on the bed. Chester climbs up behind me, while Creed steps in front of me, dropping his boxers to the floor and guiding his hard, pierced cock into my mouth. He waits patiently as Chester rips my underwear off, but his next movement makes me jump in surprise. Chester plunges his tongue straight into my hole, his nose so close to my ass it has my cheeks puckering at the intrusion. That is, until his big hands grasp my cheeks and spread them apart. His proximity to my ass is forgotten when Creed thrusts forward, the tip of his cock quickly hitting the back of my throat, making me gag.

“So fucking beautiful gagging around my dick, Tenshi,” he drawls out, twisting his fingers in my hair to keep my head from moving.

My first orgasm builds as Chester sucks on my clit, his hands still firmly squeezing my ass, keeping me open to get his fill. I moan around Creed’s cock as my orgasm explodes, coursing through my veins. My arms weaken as my whole body shudders from the aftershocks.

Chester pulls away at the same time Creed takes a step backwards, his dick popping from my mouth.

“Turn around, Little Angel,” Chester growls.

As I spin around, Creed takes the back of my legs and positions me so my ass is in the air. A wicked smirk takes over Chester’s face as he moves closer to me. Leaning down, he presses his lips to mine, and plunges his tongue into my mouth at the same time Creed pushes his cock into me.

Creed’s hands grip my hips as he thrusts, and Chester moves away from my mouth, shifting so his delicious V stares me in the face. I don’t get time to salivate over him, though.

“Open up,” he demands, straightening himself up. My lips close around his head and I suck, teasing him. Drawing him all the way in until he bumps the back of my throat, then backing off.

“I think someone needs to realise that she isn’t in charge,” Chester growls, tangling one hand in my hair as he pushes in to fill my mouth, then pulls back before driving forward again. His thrusts speed up until he’s matching the rhythm of Creed’s into my pulsating pussy. My body quivers with excitement, my nipples so impeccably hard I want to roll them between my fingers to ease the pain.

The sensation from the bars down Creed’s shaft as they rub along my G-spot tips me over the edge. His cock swells as my orgasm rolls through my body.

“Fuck, Tenshi, you’re so wet it’s dripping down my sac.”

Chester tenses, and then with no warning, his cum squirts down my throat, making me cough as it goes down the wrong pipe. Creed uses this as a distraction, pressing his thumb firmly against my ass.

“Hold up there,” I screech. “That’s a no-go zone.”

“It’s about to be open for business. You think you can handle ten men, Little Angel? There needs to be more holes on the go.”

“I have a shiny butt plug in my room that should do the trick.” Creed laughs.

“Creed Taylor— Oh god, that feels good. Fuck.” His thumb presses into my ass, and I find myself leaning into it. The feeling is foreign, but with his Jacob’s ladder rolling up and down over my G-spot, tiny white spots appear in front of my eyes.

After a few more punishing thrusts, Creed comes, and Japanese—which hardly even makes sense—falls from his lips. He says something about smelling my sweetness on his hand later. I flop face first onto the bed with an exaggerated groan. Chester flips me over, my breasts bouncing with the movement, and I let out a surprised giggle before locking eyes with him as he hovers over me.

“Forever,” he growls, positioning himself between my legs and sliding back inside me, completely rock hard again.

The spots in front of my eyes build as his toned arms support his muscled body above me, his pelvis grinding into my clit. Pleasure tingles over every inch of my body and my legs shake. He doesn’t take his time; he claims me, punishes me, loves me until he pulls out and comes all over my stomach.

“Mine,” he whispers.

Yours.

I don’t know if the word leaves my mouth, but I certainly think it.

I don’t know if I can stand at this point, even if I wanted to. Both men fall down beside me. Creed pulls me into his body and Chester lays facing me. A girl could get used to this.