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HAVOC - SIX MONTHS LATER

I t took a few months for Isabetta to feel like herself again.

It came in fits and spurts. First, the good days outweighed the bad.

Then she would sleep through the night for a week straight.

And now, she was back to the girl we knew before she was taken.

She had always been our girl, nothing would change that, but her personality was no longer overshadowed by what had happened.

It was something that shaped her, sure, but it wasn’t at the forefront of her mind.

We no longer walked on eggshells around her.

Well, I had never really gone easy on her, but I hadn’t pushed her any further than I was sure she could handle.

I had to give it to Milo; he had found a good person for them both to talk to about what had happened.

She had given Isabetta the space she needed to talk, to accept it, and to deal with the feelings of vulnerability it had brought up.

We did everything we could to help her feel safe.

For me, that meant working on her gun technique until I was sure she wouldn’t freeze under pressure.

If I rewarded her with orgasms and got to fuck her again before the others did, well, that was hardly my fault.

Milo had taken the longest to come back into the relationship.

No matter what we told him, he felt like it was his fault that he and Isabetta had been captured.

I was glad the person he and Isabetta saw had helped him through his guilt, because I had been at my wit’s end.

Isabetta had noticed him pulling away, and it had upset her.

But he had finally seen sense, and come back into the fold, making up for lost time.

I had just returned from handling a drug deal someone had tried to stiff us on, and was kitted out in my tactical gear—black pants, vest, all of it.

I was surprised to see Isabetta waiting in the living room, seated on the edge of the couch, looking nervous.

When she saw me walk in, her eyes lit up, but then she lowered her head quickly.

Intrigued, I made my way to her, looming above her.

I could have kneeled to her level, or given her space to collect her thoughts, but where was the fun in that?

Her cheeks were flushed, and she kept biting her lip in a way that made me want to put her over my lap and spank her until she was crying. But I resisted the urge, and my hands gripped tightly onto the lapels of my vest to keep me from further temptation.

“You probably don’t remember this…” Her voice was soft and faded out as she looked away.

Reaching down, I placed one finger under her chin and turned her head back to me, tilting it up slightly to make her look me in the eye.

“I remember everything you say, princess. I am memory.” Few people knew I had a perfect memory, as I didn’t advertise it.

Let them think I was a stupid meathead. It worked out better for me in the long run.

She rubbed at her upper arm, and I raised my eyebrow in curiosity, but didn’t push her.

When she got her blush under control, she found her voice again.

“You said you couldn’t wait to cut the implant out of my arm and then…

” Her voice trailed off again, but I knew exactly what she was talking about.

I felt like the breath had been punched out of my lungs and needed a moment to gather my thoughts from all the filthy places they had fled to.

I crouched down, putting myself at her eye-level.

My hand gripped her chin now, as I didn’t want any doubt over what I was about to ask her.

I didn’t want her to look away from me when I heard her speak these words.

“You want us to breed you, little fucktoy?” It had been a while since I had called her that name—since before the kidnapping—and I didn’t miss the way her pupils dilated, or her breath caught in her throat.

She tried to nod, but I held her head steady.

“Say the words, fucktoy. I won’t make you beg, but if you want it, you need to ask. ”

It felt like my skin was too tight for my body as she took a breath and then said the sweet words I had been waiting for. “I want to have a baby. With all of you.”

I was on my feet in a second, my hands hoisting her up over my shoulder.

She squealed in surprise, but it was easy to keep her still as I carried her to Renzo’s office.

The door was open, and he looked up in surprise as I carried her inside, interrupting his conversation with Milo.

I set Isabetta down again, bent her over his desk, and held her there with my hand against her back.

“Tell them what you just told me, fucktoy.” I reached into my pocket, pulling out my knife. I had been waiting for this fucking moment for years, and I would not delay.

“Umm—I want you all to … I want to make a baby. All of us.” She stumbled over the words, her hips squirming, as I held her down. I had the blade pressed to her skin before Renzo leaned forward and grabbed my wrist, making me pause.

“I want you to be sure about this, tesoro. If you say yes, you are going to be so fucking full of us until we are sure you’re pregnant.

We can wait if you want. No one would blame you for not being ready.

” He was being so fucking polite. If I didn’t think it would get me a punch in the face, I would accuse him of going soft.

But we had all gone a little soft on her since the kidnapping, maybe this would be the final nail in that coffin.

“I’m sure. I’m ready.” She lifted her head to look him in the eye.

As he cursed, I pulled my wrist free and pressed the knife to her skin. “Bite down, fucktoy. This is going to hurt a little.”

I knew exactly where I was cutting. I had spent time while she was sleeping, working out exactly where the little rod was. With a small slice and a quick flick of the knife, the implant was on the table before she even let out a sob.

Then Milo was there, right beside Renzo, kissing her tears away. “You did so well, ragazza dolce.” He reached out, fingers brushing over the wound, healing it. He had picked up a little healing magic after what happened, it was his way of feeling more prepared in the future.

I buried my knife in the desk, ignoring Renzo as he smacked my arm, as I was too busy pulling my trousers open.

Logically, I knew it would take time for the effects of the implant to leave her system, but I was fucking impatient.

One hand was wrapped around my cock, while the other grabbed her halo, pulling her head back.

I kicked her feet apart and ran the tip of my cock up and down her cunt.

Of course, she wasn’t wearing fucking panties.

She knew what this was going to do to me.

“Gonna breed you so fucking full, fucktoy.” It was all the warning I gave her as I slammed home.

Milo kissed away her scream, still soothing her.

Renzo watched with a look of hunger on his face.

He imagined her with a gaggle of children around her feet, and it satisfied the desperate need he had for family.

I wasn’t taking my time, I could do that later.

Once the urge to be inside her was sated, I could slow fuck her until she was crying and begging for me to fill her again.

All I wanted right now was to feel her cunt clench around me, milking me dry.

Pulling back harder on her halo, I reached under her and rubbed her clit.

There was no finesse, no working her up gradually.

I could hear her groaning through clenched teeth as pleasure slammed into her out of nowhere.

I didn’t let up, my fingers stroking in time with my thrusts, over and over until she tightened around me.

Her toes curled in the carpet, and her hands gripped the desk as she cried out against Milo’s lips.

Releasing her halo, I gripped her hips in both hands and slammed into her over and over until it felt like my orgasm was rising from my toes and making my spine shudder as I filled her. I pressed into her as deep as I could, growling with a sense of primal satisfaction.

I had barely come down from my blissful high when Renzo pulled me back from her. He had come around the desk at some point and I was still trying to gather my bearings when I heard the words I had muttered when I had seen him fuck her for the first time.

“Our fucking turn.”