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Havoc

F inally, it was my fucking turn with Isabetta.

And maybe now we wouldn’t have to pussyfoot around the fact that Renzo was fucking all three of us.

Renzo and Milo had been so adamant about easing her into it, and it had been pushing me to the very edge of my patience.

It was one of the reasons I had agreed to Renzo’s game, but seeing the look on Isabetta’s face as she fucked herself on that dildo had been a nice benefit.

It would also set her up well for what I had planned for her this afternoon.

Though there were still a couple of hours to kill before I had her all to myself.

When Renzo had finally pulled his cock out of my ass, I had taken a shower before coming back down for breakfast. Isabetta had been seated on her new chair, her cheeks pink as she ate her pancakes while remaining suspiciously still.

I had been tempted to tease her, but a glance from Renzo stilled my tongue.

After breakfast, she went outside to swim in the pool, some mandated time to relax.

Milo trotted after her like a love-sick puppy while Renzo led me to his office where there were folders waiting for both of us to go through.

It was another reason I was sure he had picked this morning for our game.

He wanted me sharp to deal with what was going on back home, and my desire to get my hands on Isabetta had been eating at my attention.

I grabbed my stack, then took a seat on the couch, opening them up and flicking through them.

I looked at the list of locations and the photos of faces.

“You know, this was supposed to be an easy fucking transition. You got married, and your dad handed power over to you. We should at least have had a honeymoon period before people started shit.”

Trouble had begun two days after the wedding.

Reports of people approaching businesses that had been allied with Renzo and his family for years to make threats.

Two days later, the threats had become firebombs.

Renzo agonized over whether to call the trip short, but that would happen over my dead body.

If need be, I would head home early, but for now, I had our best men working on it.

Renzo grunted as he sat at his desk, turning his laptop on so he could go through the latest reports. “This is beyond people pushing boundaries during a leadership change. This is war. They’ve picked their time and their targets strategically, and we need to answer violence with violence.”

I rearranged the photos and made a list. Protecting Renzo was my priority. Milo did the negotiating, while I did the wet work. We were going to hit the ground running as soon as we were home, and I was going to paint the town red until people feared Renzo more than they had his father.

“I have men looking into things and am expecting word any day.” Glancing over the top of the folder as I spoke, I needed him to know how serious I was. We had gone through our share of trouble growing up, and Renzo had always looked out for Milo and me.

His father had found us when our waste of space parents had offered to sell us to pay off a gambling debt.

His family didn’t deal in flesh, and his father had been so disgusted at the conditions we had been living in that he had killed our parents and taken us in.

He had told us he wanted us to look out for Renzo—to protect him with our lives—and it was something we took seriously.

Renzo had never treated us like his servants or bodyguards, more like brothers or family.

Although when we had become teenagers, our relationship changed.

We were closer now, more than blood. I would do anything for either of them.

Nothing was ever going to jeopardize my family, not while I had breath in my lungs.

I could feel Renzo’s eyes on me when I set down the folders.

The atmosphere in the room had changed, I wasn’t sure how to describe it, softer maybe.

He now gazed at me with a thoughtful look on his face.

I could glimpse what he was thinking, but I didn’t feel like pulling on Milo’s abilities right now.

Besides, he would know I was using them.

There were many benefits to being twins, and the ability to share our powers when we were close was the biggest one.

Though he could be a pain in the ass about it.

Renzo had never complained about either of us reading his mind; he had always told us he was an open book, that there was no part of him that wasn’t open to us. It was one of the many things I appreciated about him.

“Do I want to know what you have planned this afternoon for Isabetta?” He almost sounded worried.

Almost, but not quite. It was amusing, the way he skirted around telling me to be careful with her, not to push her too far.

We’d had so many conversations, years of them, talking about what we wanted, and the best way to get it.

Though I disagreed with their methods, I had been outvoted.

I wouldn’t go easy on her just because they thought she was soft.

I knew what our girl could take and what she was capable of enduring.

“You’re asking that like you won’t be staring at your laptop, watching every second.

If you want to be in the room, just ask Renzo.

” I was in a good mood, despite the folders we had been looking over.

It had been a good morning—a hard fuck, watching my little fucktoy lose herself in pleasure, plus pancakes.

It was going to take a lot to dim my vibe.

Renzo shook his head and picked his folders up. “No, you have your fun. Milo and I have both had time alone with her, it’s your turn now. Who knows, maybe this is what you need to soften you up.”

I scoffed as I got to my feet. “Maybe this is what she needs to dirty her up. You know you can’t wait to hear me make her beg.

” He tossed a pen at me, but I caught it and threw it back, smirking as I made my way out of the room.

These moments of levity were even more important if we were standing on the cusp of a war.

As much as my hands itched to get a hold of her soft curves, I didn’t make my way immediately to Isabetta.

I had some things to set up first. A quick stop passed my room to get supplies, then some time to set up in the playroom.

I made sure the cameras were positioned to catch every moment, and every expression on her sweet face.

I didn’t bother to hide them, as she knew they were there.

In fact, I wanted to remind her she was being watched, that the others could see her. Finally, I was ready.

I didn’t have to search for my prey. I always knew where Milo was, and I knew she was with him.

The two of them were in the kitchen, Isabetta sitting on the bench rather than on her chair.

She was laughing at something Milo had said, her head thrown back in delight.

The sunlight streaming through the window had caught in her hair, making it shine brighter than the halo atop her head, which always tempted me.

I left them alone for another few minutes, not wanting to drag her out of the happy moment. Besides, building the anticipation was good for both of us. But I wasn’t the most patient man, and all too quickly, I stepped into the kitchen and, like a shadow, cast darkness over them both.

Milo glanced over Isabetta’s shoulder and gave me one of his indulgent smiles.

He couldn’t fool me, I knew his soul and his mind as well as my own.

He was looking forward to seeing me play with her as much as Renzo.

I wouldn’t be surprised if he spent most of the afternoon in Renzo’s office, watching the screen with Renzo’s cock down his throat.

Fuck, I was almost tempted to invite them into the playroom so Isabetta could watch them, but there would be plenty of time for that later. I didn’t want her distracted.

He pressed a soft kiss to her hair, murmuring some sweet words.

I resisted the temptation to roll my eyes.

He would never stop treating her like glass, even when I showed him she was made of steel.

It was just who he was. He helped her down off the counter, his hands on her waist, then he turned her to look at me, almost like he was giving her to me.

Stepping into her personal space, I smirked as she swallowed, her head tilting back so she could meet my gaze.

She had such pretty eyes. They hid nothing; they weren’t a mask unlike my own.

My hand came up to rest at the base of her throat, then my fingers flexed, digging into the sides slightly, and her pulse fluttered beneath my fingertips.

“This is going to be so much fucking fun.” I let my words hang between us as I reached into my pocket with my other hand and pulled out a collar.

It was going to be important for later, but I couldn’t wait to see her wearing it.

The leather was around her delicate throat and clasped before she realized what it was.

Her eyes widened as her hand slid under mine to touch the soft leather.

I smirked and hooked my finger through the ring in the front, tugging her off-balance slightly. “Come on fucktoy. I can’t wait to show you what I have planned for you.”

With a wink at my brother, I turned, and keeping my finger hooked through the D ring on the collar, used it to force her to follow me.

I could have attached a leash, and while it certainly would have been more comfortable on my shoulder, I enjoyed having my hand this close to her.

I liked knowing I could make her move with just my finger.

When we stepped into the playroom, she pulled against my hold, moving toward the spanking bench that Milo was so fond of. I shook my head and tutted, dragging her closer to me until she was pressed into my chest, gazing up at me with my hand beneath her chin, putting pressure on the collar.