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Fake It Till You Make It

“ Y ou speak of war, child, and you don’t know war,” the older man, Phineese, spits at me. I turn my head slowly to meet his eyes.

“I know more than you do, old man, sitting up here in your fucking glass towers with your workers to wipe your fucking ass, protect your walls, and feed you. I fought, every fucking day, to survive. I’ve killed more men and women than you can imagine.

I have faced the devil himself and walked out of the flames with his scars on my skin.

I have conquered clans and kingdoms, won fights and lost them.

So, tell me, you old cunt, tell me again how I don’t know anything? ”

He goes silent and I nod. “That’s what I thought.

Where I stand, it is you who knows nothing.

You’re here, secluded with your riches and slaves, and you know nothing of this world anymore.

Nothing of what lies north, the land you tried to take from us so-called savages.

You kicked the fucking hornet’s nest and now you have to pay the price.

We will go to war and we will win, and I will take your cities and burn them to the ground…

unless you give me one good reason why I shouldn’t. ”

Just then, an explosion rocks the building, and the government gets to their feet, turning their eyes to their windows in shock.

A smoke cloud billows in the distance, and over the shouts of the guards and the squabbling of the idiots in the room, I start to laugh.

“Looks like you are running out of time, prime minister,” I sneer, and she turns to me in anger.

“This is you?” she screams, pointing at the window.

“No, I wish it was. Looks like you have more than me to worry about,” I reply and laugh.

I see Maxen’s calculating eyes flick to the windows and then back to me, and he smiles slowly, knowing I have a plan.

“Calm down, that was a tiny bomb. Send your guards to investigate, but I won’t have you delaying anymore.

We have business to discuss, and I will make that look like a cut on the fabric of your Cities if you ignore me once more,” I warn, deadly serious.

They look back at me, and Regina’s face flares in indignation before she sits stiffly on the edge of her seat before looking to the guards.

“Send out Team A, find out who that was,” she orders, her voice hard, and one of them ducks out of the room, talking into the radio as she turns back to me, sniffing.

“We don’t want war with the North,” one of the brothers, the one with blue eyes, says and the brown eyed nods.

“We don’t,” he defends when she sends them a glare.

“It would be silly. So tell us, how do we make peace?” the old man asks and she interrupts.

“That it not your choice to make.” She turns back to me. “It is mine, I was voted in by my people to lead.”

“Voted in by the rich people,” I correct, and then wave for her to carry on.

“That decision is mine, so tell me…Worth. What do you want?”

“A nice beach somewhere and these guys naked, but that isn’t happening,” I snark, and my men laugh before I get serious.

“It’s what you want. My armies are waiting to attack, you want peace.

You want to ensure you haven’t angered the one person in the North capable of pardoning you, so why don’t you offer me something, prime minister? ”

“We will allow you and your men here to leave, you may have them.” She waves her hand and I wait…is she serious? That’s it?

I laugh, I can’t help it. “You suck at negotiations.”

Her eyes narrow then. “It is what I am offering.”

“Not acceptable. Here are my terms.” I grin then, I’m not expecting her to keep them of course, but it’s good to lay them down.

Fuck, if she does, it solves one issue. “My men leave with me, and I get whoever tortured them and I can do whatever I want to them. We leave the city with a treaty, which states you won’t come north we won’t come south. ”

“You cannot!” the old man roars, rising to his feet.

“Sit down!” Regina screams before looking at me. “Do we have time to discuss this, as a government? ”

More like time to prepare or think of a way around it. “Of course.” I nod, rising and sheathing my weapon.

She rises as well. “Until then, we will of course provide you with a suite to rest in, and your men can bathe. I will send some more clothes for them,” she offers, and I almost snarl.

I don’t want to stay here, but if I say no, I’m the one breaking the truce, so I nod and allow her guards to escort us from the room to the elevator.

I notice my swords over one guard’s elbow and narrow my eyes.

“Don’t get comfy, they are mine,” I warn and he gulps, nodding as the elevator pings and we step inside.

A guard steps in with us as I stand in the middle of my men, with Maxen pressed to my back, and Thorn and Drax on either side.

Sexual tension fills the air, my skin turning electric from every touch of theirs until I’m almost panting as we rise slowly.

It’s slow going until the elevator finally pings and we are led down what looks like a hotel hallway to a room at the end, which is unlocked with a key card.

The guard holds the door and I go in first, my men following, and then the door is shut behind us, the light turning red.

So they locked us in, not to worry, I could kick down the door.

I turn to face them, but I gasp when lips smash into mine and a body presses to my front, and soon one is pressing against my back as lips explore my shoulders.

Hands cup my face, hard, as he stabs his tongue into my mouth, and I melt into his grip, my hands resting on his chest. It’s Drax, but this kiss isn’t teasing like my usual, flirty love.

No, it’s hard and desperate and filled with unspoken words.

Thorn’s cock presses against my ass as he leans over me, covering us both while he kisses my neck and shoulders, and I wrap one of my arms behind his head, holding him to me as my eyes open and lock on Maxen, who is watching us all.

His eyes are on fire and his mouth is firm.

Groaning, my eyes flutter closed again as I am picked up and held between them.

Neither show signs of slowing, so I rip my mouth away and Drax stumbles as I slip from their hold.

They look wild and make moves as if to advance on me again, so I hold out my hand.

“Shit, we need to talk first.” My voice is rough and my eyes are darting down their bodies, wanting what they are offering.

“Fuck talking,” Drax spits, and my eyebrows raise at that as he grabs me around the waist and tosses me in the air.

I sail through it and land on something soft, a bed, and then he is on me again.

He grips my hair and turns me to face him, locking his lips to mine as he pushes between my thighs and I let them fall open, moaning at the feel of his hardness pressed against my pussy.

He swallows my moan, pulling at my shirt with his other hand like he can’t get enough.

“Drax,” Maxen orders and Drax moans, burying his face in my shoulder and hair, breathing heavily.

I wrap my arms around him and hold him close.

My mouth opens, but Maxen shakes his head, holding his finger to his lips and turns and nods at Thorn.

I watch as they start at opposite sides of the room and start searching for something.

I want to ask what they’re doing, but I trust them, so I relax back into the bed with Drax like a blanket on my body as his breathing returns to normal, but he still rests there as if he can’t stop touching me.

I know the feeling. My eyes narrow when they pull what look like tiny microphones from inside lamps, walls, and light switches, and start a pile on the table.

Soon, the pile is huge with little cameras mixed in.

Fucking bastards. Only when they sweep the adjoined bathroom do they nod, then they gather the pile and toss them out of the window and go for another sweep, just to be sure.

I relax, letting them do their thing as I look around the room.

The door leads into what looks like a living area, with two cream settees near the windows and a brown table between them.

A small kitchenette is on the back wall, which closes into the hallway and the door.

The floor is covered in a white rug, which carries on past the partially closed opening and leads into the bedroom we are in.

This room is comprised of one huge bed with matching wooden bedside tables, a chair sitting in the corner near the windows, and a door leading to the bathroom.

It’s filled with riches, yet bare at the same time.

Paintings cover the walls, adding a touch of colour or to hide the devices, I’m not sure.

It’s so…clean and tidy, and not something I thought I would see in this world. It only showcases our differences.

When Maxen and Thorn nod and relax, I crane my head to see them over Drax’s prone form.

“Now can we talk?” I ask. I drop a kiss on his head and roll from under him, rising from the bed as I step towards them, Drax lies back, watching me with predatory gaze, and I don’t doubt if I show any hesitation, he will be on me in a second.

My eyes go to Thorn and they widen when he rushes at me, twirls me, presses my face against the wall that divides the room, and kicks open my legs while ripping at my trousers.

“Thorn,” I start, but he ignores me. “We need to talk, to plan,” I press, but he ignores me as he wiggles my trousers down, impatiently growling when they get caught, and then he rips my shirt over my head, kissing down my spine and making me shiver.

My eyes go to Maxen and Drax who are just lying on the bed staring, their bodies tense and hard, with heat in their eyes but grins on their lips.

My eyes narrow on them, but I gasp when Thorn finally gets my trousers down, and without hesitation, slips his hand in my panties and thrusts a finger inside me .

Fuck.