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He had found them as a trio in the orphanage and now they would run his empire as a trio. Because three was better than one, he had said. Three meant there were always eyes behind them, in front of them, and beside them.
They were bonded for life.
The thing that had fascinated The Don the most about them had been their unwavering loyalty to each other. He couldn’t fathom how three strangers who shared no blood could have a bond so strong. He didn’t understand that the bond of fear was stronger than the bond of blood. Alone and unwanted in the world was enough to create a tsunami of fear and that’s what had glued them together.
The Don had remained in awe of their friendship, their demand for equality amongst the three of them. He had wanted that kind of a relationship himself. A brotherhood. But he had killed his three brothers in cold blood when they had tried to steal from him and he hung his only best friend when he fucked his mistress.
The time they had lost their virginity, The Don had arranged a woman skilled in the art of fucking. He had told them just like they shared everything in life, so too should they share a woman.
That had been their first and last time since their taste in women differed so much. But The Don had joked that the next time they felt compelled to share a woman, that was the woman they were going to marry. They had laughed off his prediction.
They weren’t the marrying kind. Not then, not now, not ever.
Justin demanded obedience. Nothing like a submissive calling him Sir to get his cock hard after he had spanked her ass a brilliant shade of red just because she belonged to him. So far none of the submissives he had been with had required he return to them. He was always upfront about those things too so there was no confusion.
Ian preferred a woman who would let him experiment on her body. In a way, he also liked his women submissive, eager to please him with a wave of orgasms he orchestrated.
Drake? Drake loved nothing less than a woman with a look of defiance on her face, a brat even but still doing as she was told regardless. He liked to see how far he would let himself be pushed before he took her in hand.
They weren’t unaccustomed to beautiful women falling at their feet. They had the looks, the power, and the money to ensure they were never short of female company if they were looking for it.
It might not have been spoken out aloud amongst them, but something had changed in the last couple of years for them. Sex had become a mandatory thing that had started to become an unconscious thing at first then occurring less and less for each of them.
Justin clenched his jaw and put a halt to his thoughts. He had no idea why the sight of her had prompted his whole life to flash before his eyes in full vivid color and all the darkness that went with it.
That usually happened to people who were facing the end of their life, yet he had never before been so aware of the heat in his blood, the savage need to strip her down so he could fully inhale the scent. The fragrance from her body had only teased him for a moment when he had gotten close enough to her to shut the door and keep her inside. But then touching her messed with his head.
He wanted to continue touching her and feel the smoothness of her skin tantalize his senses. But those were immediate things. What surprised him and felt like he had been punched in the gut with a wrecking ball was the fact that he planned to never let her out of his sight. Ever. No woman had made him feel this way.
Another glance in Ian and Drake’s way confirmed they were feeling the exact same way. All his thoughts were reflected by them. It was rare they had the same reaction to the same woman. In fact, it had never happened before.
Although it wasn’t as if they all wore their emotions visible for everyone to see. No one looking at them would guess that this lovely creature, undeniably fragile under their dangerous touch, had capsized their worlds in the first five seconds of seeing her.
Under different circumstances, he would have slung her over his shoulder, taken her to a bedroom, and shared her six ways to Sunday.
They were powerful men who took what they wanted no matter what it was. They weren’t familiar with the concept of asking or depriving themselves of something they wanted. They never had to ask permission; they were given things, commodities, and women if they merely looked their way.
But she was different. She was a challenge they weren’t looking for.
They didn’t know who she was. Or what she was capable of doing. Would they have to hurt her in the process of getting back what Jules took from them?
What was her connection to their number one enemy of the week? She said he was her friend. Was that true? Did friends visit each other late at night in nothing but a robe?
The thought of her belonging to Jules made him grind his teeth which made no sense at all.
And why was she acting so strange? So jittery. Currently, she seemed to be doing some sort of... dance between them. Holding her hand on her side, doubling over, breathing laboriously. What the fuck was she doing?
“Ooh. Ooh. Ooh. You must let me leave... please, right now,” she said, frenzy filling her sultry tone. “Please, you don’t understand,” she begged again and tried to make it for the door. This time Drake moved over and blocked her exit again.
Her gorgeous face with those vivid dark eyes and lush lips looked flushed and hot, and fucking sexy. His attempt to search her body for weapons had ended as soon as he realized his hands had touched her bare skin underneath her robe and his blood had run hot.
Justin clenched his jaw to stop his cock from hardening further. He couldn’t understand the indescribable need to fuck her, to feel her coming over his cock. For the three of them to fill every hole she had as she begged them to bathe her in their cum.
He didn’t need verbal confirmation from his friends to know they wanted her between them, a part of them inside her. They have never simultaneously wanted the same woman in all their lives before even though their first-time having sex had been with one woman thanks to Antonio DeMarco.
What the fuck was wrong with them all?
She was now a person of interest in their mission to take back what was theirs from the little shit Morgan Jules and then they were going to kill him because no one crossed the DeMarcos as they were known, carrying on the name of the man, The Don, Antonio DeMarco who had made them what they were today.
