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It’s a good rule of thumb for torture and life.

“You said you didn’t know anything,” I say, aghast, laughing as I swing the hammer again. If I’m lucky, he’ll never walk again, even if I wasn’t planning to shoot him when I’m done here.

“He still checks in regularly.” Carlos is having a bad day, and I can smell his fear and pain. It’s a pungent body odor scent, and my nose is rebelling against it. However, I’ve learned to work past it. “The boss can’t be too far from the production of the drugs.”

“We’re getting closer. Where are the drugs produced?” I ask.

Twenty minutes later, I leave the interrogation room to speak to my father. We’ve been close before to finding where they make their drugs, however, they’re quick to change their location.

“What’s up?” Dad asks in the hallway, his eyes on Liliana through the window.

“I think we have a lead,” I say, explaining that Carlos gave up the production lab. It’s a ranch in La Goleta, away from any neighbors according to the map I pulled up.

“See if he knows anything else and then kill him,” Dad grunts. “The wife has been giving up all kinds of secrets that I’ll need to take care of soon, but doesn’t know where her husband is. Lili is destroying Grace at the moment.”

The wife’s name is Grace, and I don’t blame Lili for blowing off steam.

I hate that I had to leave Rachelle with Elijah, Jared, and Theo.

While I know that they’ve been trying to gain Rachelle’s forgiveness for all of the fucked up shit they put her through, I don’t know how well they’ll be able to do alone with her.

The faster this gets wrapped up, the sooner I can get back.

While I would love for them all to be eating out of the palm of her hand by then, I’ll settle for them not killing each other.

“This may be petty, but I want to know whose idea it was to make the drugs into a gum form,” I grunt.

“Grace’s,” Dad says. “Lili took liberties with her questions. I don’t blame her after her experience with the drug. I don’t want that shit here. We’re cleaning up the streets.”

My father isn’t altruistic, but this is bad for business.

RACHELLE

It’s been two days since I started the medication, and I’m moody. I’ve been avoiding everyone, but I think my luck is about to run out.

“I said you had to sleep with us, wife,” Jared says, scooping me up into his arms as he closes my laptop, effectively also turning off my music as well.

“Do I have to?” I whine. My dreams are always too vivid when I start a new medication, and this time is no different.

“Elijah says you’re having nightmares, so yes it is,” he growls.

“How would he know?” I ask, annoyed.

“Open up your eyes,” he says. “Elijah is fucking head over heels for you. He feels like shit about how we treated you before. He’s been sleeping next to your bed on the ground.

Whenever you start to have a nightmare, he’ll reach up and hold your hand.

He’s sore as shit though, and he has an exam this week. Therefore, this has to stop.”

I’ve been sleeping deeper than normal. I even looked up to see if that and nightmares are normal while taking Prozac, and found that they are.

I have a lot of material for my dreams to run wild unfortunately.

I’m not necessarily worried about it yet, because there are many reasons why I could be having dreams like this.

Simply being in this house without Nacio and Lili could cause this as well. I’m a mess.

“Jared,” I groan. “You’re not allowed to make me feel bad for him.”

My husband snorts, rolling his eyes. “Give him a break. Elijah had been a shadow of himself, until he found out you were alive. Jumping at shadows, imagining he was seeing you.”

“When did he think he saw me?” I ask, struggling to understand why Elijah would be the most affected.

“The first time was at a gas station the night we were driving to Santa Barbara from Portland,” he says.

I’m not sure why that triggers a memory, but I shake my head. There was no reason that I would have been at a gas station while they were.

“I wouldn’t have been there,” I mumble. Jared begins to walk with me to Theo’s bedroom and shrugs.

“I never said it made sense. We’ve all had ‘Rachelle’ sightings, but Theo and I were seeing Liliana from afar. You two look very alike when you don’t take into consideration the height differences,” he says.

I have no idea what time it is since I’ve been working on school assignments in my pajamas. I know they went to work tonight, but I turned on music and lost myself to the passage of time.

“I haven’t been haunting you, that’s for sure,” I say lightly.

“I have no doubt you would have though,” Jared mumbles. “I bet your ghost would be petty as fuck.”

Squealing as he tosses me onto the bed, I gasp as I bounce a couple of times on the mattress.

“Are you trying to tell me it’s time for bed?” Theo asks sleepily, his glasses slightly crooked on his nose as he stands, half dressed in a pair of joggers. He’s standing at the entrance of the room staring at me as if he wants to eat me.

Since I’ve been alone all night, I am only wearing one of Ignacio’s shirts.

“Is that Ignacio’s?” Elijah asks almost shyly as he steps out of the bathroom. I guess they really are all ready for bed. He’s in a pair of boxers and nothing else.

“Yeah, I miss him,” I confess. “Nacio, Lili, and Emil aren’t really checking in while they’re gone due to their work. This shirt still has his smell and reminds me of him.”

“Good, sleeping next to you will be like sleeping with him too,” Theo says unabashedly, pushing down his joggers to allow them to fall to the floor.

My jaw drops when his pierced cock bobs out and he climbs onto the bed.

“Why are you not wearing pants to bed?” I squeak out.

His smile is slow and wicked as he shrugs.

“It’s my bed, Kitten. You just happen to be in it.”

“Keep your dick away from me,” I complain, almost whimpering as Elijah and Jared strip as well.

This isn’t fucking fair. My conflicting feelings about them are making my pussy clench around nothing, instead of sewing itself figuratively up in refusal to take notice of their well muscled bodies.

Not interested, not at all. Nope.

I can feel how wet I’m beginning to get as they get into bed, betraying how I really feel. Elijah takes major liberties as he lays on top of me with his head between my boobs.

“Elijah,” I warn.

“Yell at me tomorrow,” he says, yawning. “I’m too tired to fight with you, but I’m not too tired to fuck you or watch Jared spank you for being petulant.”

Elijah’s body is heavy as he lays down on top of me, and all I can do is gaze with wide eyes as Jared and Theo lay naked on either side of me.

“This is not what we discussed when you said that I had to sleep in your bed,” I grumble.

There’s too much man candy surrounding me and they all smell amazing.

“We run warm, wife,” Jared says with a smirk, turning out the light.

While Elijah lays on me, Theo curls against me to snuggle, his naked and very hard cock pressing along my thigh. My cheeks are blazing red as I feel Jared do the same, his arm slinging across Elijah and I.

His breath tickles my skin as he murmurs, “The only thing that would make this better is if you were naked too.”

“I don’t think we’d be sleeping if I was,” I mutter moodily. While antidepressants can sometimes suppress sexual appetite, I don’t seem to be having that problem tonight.

Elijah sighs, moving around until he shoves up my shirt as I gasp.

“Much better,” he says, his hands laying over my breasts as he lays his head on them. His breathing quickly evens out as he listens to the thumping of my heart, but his breaths blow across my nipple and make it very hard.

The universe is laughing at me. I’m incredibly turned on by someone I shouldn’t ever want to speak to again. Life just seems to insist on putting me in impossible situations.

“You’re apparently a great pillow, wife,” Jared says, moving slightly until his warm mouth is wrapped around my nipple and he’s sucking.

“Why,” I whine, my skin pebbling with goosebumps as my eyes roll.

“Don’t move, Kitten,” Theo warns, his eyes on Elijah and Jared. “Be a good girl and take your punishment.”

“I haven’t… done anything,” I pant.

“You’ve been moody and refused to listen to your husband’s demands,” Theo purrs. “He doesn’t have many, and you broke your promise on the very first night.”

“Ah… fuck,” I say, struggling not to squirm as Jared’s tongue works some kind of twisted magic to make me insane. “I tend to hide when I’m in a bad mood. Why should I… expose you all to it?”

The words are so rushed, they’re tumbling over each other as I moan.

“Wife,” Jared says, speaking despite his teeth holding my nipple between them.

My whimper makes Theo grin from where his face is pressed against my cheek. Releasing my nipple, Jared continues to speak, though his fingers begin their torture on my breast. Pinching, twisting, kneading. He’s making me insane.

“Promises are very important to me,” he says. “Brats get blue bean, not orgasms. We also don’t fucking care about your moods. Good, bad, PMSing, we want to be part of it. Hiding makes us all worry.”

His other hand tangles in my hair as he pushes his body up to kiss my lips.

Together, Theo and he work to torture me.

Theo sucks on my nipple, before letting the cooler air of the AC hit my sensitive skin so he can twist and pull on it while Jared swallows my sounds as he continues his mission to drive me insane with the hand that my breast lays in.

Elijah manages to sleep through it, his weight anchoring me in place. Fingers manage to slide between my legs to move through my arousal that I’m sure coats my thighs.

“Oh yeah, I think we’ve done a good job,” Theo purrs, his thumb bumping against my clit as I moan my disappointment.

“Good night, wife,” Jared says, kissing my temple as he and Theo get comfortable next to me. Their fingers ghost along my skin due to where their hands are instead of teasing me, however it’s still torturous.

Their breath slows down until it’s clear they’re passed the fuck out while I lay underneath Elijah in agony. It’s a long time before I’m able to drift off to sleep due to how turned on I am, and when I finally do the dreams are about wild orgies instead of nightmares.