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“The point is we tried everything to help combat the attacks. We weren’t going to risk Opal getting beat again or any of the other bunnies. We got scared later that night after she woke from another night terror, and her panic attack following it was off the charts, to the point she passed out. After it happened for the third time, I crawled in bed with her and held her. It was the only thing that helped.
“When Hades sensed one coming on, he would start whimpering and wake me up. I would hold her tight and rock her as she went through the motions. The attacks were less severe, and at least she wasn’t passing out anymore,” Punk says quickly.
Come again? Punk spooned my Pixie?Tension builds in my body and I lock up, holding Josephine against me in a possessive hug. I open my mouth to speak, but Josephine is already rambling.
“I went back to counseling the next day, hoping more treatment was all I needed,” Josephine defends. “But it wasn’t enough. And the third night started out worse than the other two.”
Reaper pipes in. “So, I slept with her instead and gave Punk the night off.”
Josephine, Punk, and I glare at him before he grasps what he said.
“I mean, I slept next to her, notwithher,” he amends quickly with a look of horror.
“I was at counseling again this morning, but it’s not helping with this current issue,” Josephine pacifies.
And now I know what’s been going on while I was gone. Two different men—my brothers—slept in the same bed with my half-naked angel…OH MY GOD!
I pinch the bridge of my nose and squeeze my eyes tight, crushing Josephine against me. “Please tell me you wore clothes while you slept.”
Josephine likes to only sleep in her panties. It was a nightmare for the first few weeks when she stayed with me in the rental with all my crew. I share a room with three of my brothers, and more than once, they got a good eyeful of her exposed butt cheeks while she only wore a thong.
It was a struggle to get her to keep her tank top on the first few nights, but she seemed to work it out without stripping in her sleep. Usually, the compromise is no covers. Hence, why Gauge, Chase, and Punk are nearly as familiar with her derrière as I am.
“Of course, I did!” she squawks. I open my eyes to look at my upset fiancée.
“I actually slept in one of your tee shirts every night, along with bed shorts,” she says softly.
“It was like she was in a giant muumuu,” Reaper adds
Josephine shrugs against me. “I wanted to wear something that smelled like you.”
Aw!My woman wearing my clothes to bed gets me right in the heart. I raise an eyebrow and look at both my brothers. “And you?”
“I wore gym shorts. Scouts’ honor,” Punk says, crisscrossing his heart.
Reaper rubs his stubbly beard. “I wore my boxers.”
My jaw ticks back and forth, and I glower at him murderously.
“And a tee-shirt,” he adds with a smirk. He just has to fuck with me. “At least I had my pecs covered.”
Punk’s nostrils flare, shooting daggers at Reaper. “I hopped in the bed with her on instinct. It wasn’t like I had the forethought to throw a shirt on beforehand.”
Reaper laughs his ass off at Punk’s discomfort.
“I swear, Atlas. There was nothing sexual about it. I’m not saying it’s not fucked up because it is, but you’re my brother, and she’s my sister,” Punk defends. “And in Jo’s defense, she was unyielding about telling you all of this because there’s nothing to hide.”
With a heavy sigh, I nod my head. I may not like what happened, but I believe everything they’re saying, especially after witnessing Josephine having a full-blown panic attack back at the condo.
Looking at my beautiful woman, I rub my hands along her back. “What’s going on, Josephine?”
She shakes her head. “You’ll say I’m letting my imagination run wild. I’m pretty sure my counselor is ready to call the psych ward.”
I bend to look her in the eyes. “Josephine, there’s nothing wrong with you. You went through some heavy shit when Jacob kidnapped you.”
Josephine straightens her shoulders. “This isn’t about whathedid to me. I have no proof, and it’s only a feeling. But I swear to God, I feel like I’m being watched, constantly.”
Punk and Reaper hiss in unison. “You never mentioned shit to us,” Punk says angrily.
