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Chapter Ten
Olivia
I sit in front of Madelaine as the photographer takes gorgeous photos of her while she’s in her dress. I knew this day would come, but it far surpasses anything I could’ve imagined. And the fact this woman planned most of it herself blows my mind. She didn’t want anyone else’s input when it came to her special day. Not that I blame her. Whenever Finn and I tie the knot, I hope all of my wants and needs will be respected. What the hell am I even thinking? The man has been an absolute dream, and I doubt there’s anything he won’t let me have.
Her hair goes halfway down to her back and it’s pulled out of her face with almost a Viking braid sort of thing. The top of her dress is made of black lace, and it goes down to her wrists. Near her midsection, it fades out to white and the lace stops. Now it looks like a typical wedding dress, but when it hits her knee, it fades to black again.
Goodness, as I stare at my future sister-in-law, I’m in awe. She’s smiling at the photographer, and then the photographer says something to her, but I don’t pay attention to what they’re saying. The next thing I know, the photographer leaves the suite. I’m sitting back on the tan couch, running my hand against the floral-designed upholstery. It’s fitting the couch is in a place like this, somewhere regal, where money has always been. Madelaine rented out an old plantation house on the outskirts of New Orleans.
“Shit, can you go find Félix?” Madelaine asks me, sounding worried as hell. She’s furrowing her brows and aimlessly looking for something, but what I’m not sure of.
“Yeah, is everything okay?” I know it’s probably not, but I still feel like I need to ask the question. Madelaine doesn’t even answer my question because she’s aimlessly walking around the room, pulling up cushions, looking in her bag. “Madelaine,” I say her name, sounding a bit stern, and finally, she pauses.
“Sorry, yeah, I just can’t find the blue thing I need . . . you know something borrowed, something blue, something new.”
“Okay, and my brother has it?” I question.
Madelaine immediately nods and a rush of red brushes over her cheeks. “Um, yeah, just make sure he gives it to you in a box or something. As discreet as possible, please.”
Okay, now I’m the cat. You know, the one that’s going to be killed by curiosity. “You’re going to tell me what it is, right?” I wiggle my eyebrows.
“You don’t want to know, trust me.” Even as she says it, her blush grows even bigger, and I need to know.
“Madelaine, come on, we’re going to be sisters soon. We’re supposed to be sharing everything together.”
“You really want me to share how your brother bought me a bright blue bedazzled butt plug, and I’m supposed to wear it during the wedding?”
Immediately I gag, and Madelaine busts out into laughter. “Okay, maybe I didn’t need to know that,” I end up telling her, and Madelaine hasn’t stopped laughing. Regardless, I’ll do as she asks because this is her day, and honestly, she could’ve been one of those nightmare brides. I’ll be forever grateful that she hasn’t been one of them.
The guys are supposed to be in the cellar getting ready, so I leave the room, head down the hall, and take the flight of stairs down into the cellar. Honey-colored floors make the natural brick pop, and there’s a piano and leather couches down here. Now I know why the guys were so adamant about this being their space. Hell, I don’t even know where my sisters are, but Sabine better not be late. If it comes down to her or Desirée, it’ll be Sabine. She can never be on time to save her life.
I walk further into the room and look around, but I don’t see any of them. “Félix?” I call out my brother’s name, continuing to walk forward, and I quickly realize he might not be down here. There are a few doors along this room, so I start pushing doors open and one leads to another hallway. It’s quite possible they went down here, so I continue down the hall. It comes to two doors, so I open the one on the left. “Félix?”
But what I see isn’t my brother. A blonde woman with curly hair is on her knees, sucking off the man in front of me. He has a scar that goes above his eyebrow and stops halfway down his neck.
“Oh god, sorry!” I turn and start to close the door, but I’m quickly grabbed by the back of the hair and shoved to the ground.
“You’re that fuckin’ bitch my brother’s gonna marry. God, and now I see it, you’ve got an ass on you girl.” Every one of his words comes out as an attack, like he can’t stand the mere sight of me, and it’s absolutely terrifying. I didn’t even know he had a brother. He’s never spoken to me about him, at least.
Before I can even reply, I’m being dragged by the back of the hair and I let out a blood-curdling scream. Not again. I won’t go through any of this again. I think I’m still screaming, but memories come rushing to the surface. Memories I wish I could keep at bay, but I can’t. They always seem to come creeping in at the worst moments.
“I bet you’ve always wanted to be used like some cheap whore. You’ve had fantasies like this, haven’t you? Multiple men ramming their cocks in every available hole. You worthless cunt,” one of my attackers tells me, and I muffle cries around the cock in my mouth. They keep violating me, doing it over and over again, never stopping. There are so many of them and I’m afraid it won’t ever stop.
“Jesus, keep making her cry. It feels so good around my dick,” the man with his cock in my mouth says.
“Ha. Want me to make her cry? I’ll make her fuckin’ cry. You, get over here,” the man underneath me orders, and I feel heat around my ass. The one who seems to be in charge continues to rock up and down inside me and even though I hate it, the drug Deanna gave me is making my entire body feel like I’m on fire. I don’t know what to do, how to react. I need water poured over me, not this. Not to keep moving. It’ll only make it worse.
“Shit, man, keep makin’ her cry. It feels so good around my dick.” The man speaking is eye level with my head, and he shoves his cock in and out of my mouth. Meanwhile, the man he’s chatting with is beneath me, with his hands on my boobs, squeezing them like he’s trying to rip them off my body.
“Oh, I’ll make her cry for you, my man. You, with the big cock, come here.” The one underneath me calls another man over, and I immediately tense at feeling heat on my backside. Hands skim over my flesh, and I start to scream. But it doesn’t matter, I’m violated in yet another way and tears continue to stream down my cheeks. I sob, gagging on the cock the man in front of me keeps shoving down my throat.
Nothing matters. He’ll do whatever he wants. In fact, they all will.
“Liv?!” Tristan has his hands on my shoulders, and he’s shaking me, but the tears don’t stop.
“Olivia!” he says my name sternly again, and I breathe in sharply. It’s like all the air comes back into my lungs again.
My brother’s light green eyes stare at me with nothing but concern. “Tristan, I . . . I t-thought that . . .” I stop speaking as Finn’s frame fills the hallway, and he comes running up to me.
