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I swallow the ball of emotion in my throat as I lie between the two of them, feeling safer and more loved than I have since I was a child. I only hope that their older brothers are safe right now, and that they can forgive me for what they’re currently doing.
ChapterEight
JESSIE
Christmas Eve
Ilay awake for hours but must have drifted off to sleep because I don’t hear Shane and Conor come into the room.
“Everything okay, bro?” Liam asks and the sound of his voice rouses me.
“All sorted,” Conor replies as he and Shane start undressing. They’re wearing jeans and t-shirts rather than their tuxedos and I can’t help but think of the reason why.
“I think I heard one of the twins waking up,” Shane says. “Can you?”
“Sure,” Liam says, nudging Mikey awake before rolling out of bed.
I check the clock and notice it’s almost seven a.m.
Pulling back the covers, I go to climb out of bed too.
“Not you, sweetheart,” Shane orders. “Stay right where you are.”
“But I should help,” I insist as uncertainty settles into the pit of my stomach. Shane looks super pissed while Conor is so quiet and can barely look at me.
“Yeah. You didn’t get much sleep, Red,” Mikey says with a yawn. “I felt you tossing and turning all night.”
“Okay,” I whisper as I lie back against the pillow and watch Shane and Conor pulling off the last of their clothes.
My heart races. Are they going to punish me? Together? I mean usually that’s hot, bur right now I feel too fragile. Besides, it’s not like I asked to be manhandled into a room with those creeps.
Mikey and Liam walk out of the room, closing the door behind them and my pulse quickens further. When they are naked, Shane and Conor climb into bed, one either side of me.
“I’m sorry,” I almost cry.
“Don’t, Jessie,” Shane snaps, taking hold of my chin in his strong hand, he turns my face so he can look into my eyes. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. We all fucked up. Not you.”
“W-what?” I stammer, aware of Conor’s hand sliding onto my stomach.
“We never take our eyes off you, angel,” he says before he kisses my shoulder softly. “That’s the rule.”
“But you can’t always-"
“You should never have been in a position where any of those fucks could lay a finger on you, sweetheart. I’m sorry that they did.”
“That’s not your fault,” I whisper as emotion balls in my chest. I thought they were mad at me, but they were mad at themselves.
“It will never happen again,” Conor murmurs against my skin.
“Did you…” I don’t finish the question.
“They’re taken care of,” Shane says before he slides his hand to my waist. “Turn on your side.”
I shift onto my side until I’m facing him. Conor splays his hand on my stomach, pulling me against him so his chest is at my back as Shane presses a soft kiss on my lips.
“Can you forgive us, angel?” Conor asks as he nuzzles my neck.
“There’s nothing to forgive.”
