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Xander slams open the front door, not caring in the slightest if we damage our home. We have one thing on our mind and that is Wren. Xander’s little bird, Mav’s angel, and my princess. She hasn’t realized it yet but she has three men, beasts; monsters as she calls us at her beck and call. We would burn this city down if that’s what her little heart desired. She wouldn’t, her heart is too caring, soft, and kind but that’s what I love about her. She is the light to our darkness. Love to our hate.
Marie is standing right inside, phone clutched to her chest and wide eyes full of fear as she turns on her heel, leading the way. None of us speak, we know what Tiffany is like. If she heard us, she would put on some type of over dramatic act probably full of fake tears and ugly crying, blaming someone else for all her dirty deeds.
I can faintly hear feminine voices as we get closer to where I assume Wren is. We turn down two short halls before it opens up into a small foyer that leads to the spare set of stairs where I see Tiffany who is slightly turned away. The woman was once beautiful with long auburn hair with bright blue sparkling eyes. She was once one of the most sought-after models in her younger days. She was in magazines, on TV, and runway shows across the world but she ended up with a nasty habit. Drugs and alcohol. Her natural beauty started to fade quickly and the need for more makeup came about. She is still pretty but she couldn’t hold a candle to the natural beauty that Wren emits.
She hasn’t noticed us yet as I watch Tiffany lean down towards Wren who lays on the floor. Did she fall down the stairs? I see a small drip of blood trickle down the side of her face as she tries to push herself up. With a wicked smirk painted on her heavily makeup face Tiffany speaks. “You are trash. I can’t wait to watch them throw you out to the curb where you belong whore.” Her voice is low, with an unnaturally sweet tone. Like she thinks she has us already wrapped around her fingers.
Rage like I’ve never felt before builds under my skin, boiling my blood. I’m going to ring this woman’s tiny little neck. I go to step forward as I watch in what feels like slow motion. Tiffany pulls back her foot and slams the point of her shoe into Wren’s stomach.
“What the fuck do you think you are doing?” Xander’s voice echoes around the room, as I narrow my eyes at the bitch who just signed her death warrant. From the corner of my eye I see Wren flinch from Xander’s deep, loud voice. We were making so much progress until today. She had managed to stop flinching so much but I have a feeling this will change after tonight.
Tiffany spins again and I get a full view of the backstabbing bitch. She is wearing a thin piece of cloth that some women call a dress paired with six inch hooker highs. It’s laughable really that she thinks any one of us would take her back after what she did. The bitch made herself money off of information we were using. She sold it to someone we were trying to do business with then took off to Paris for one of her shows. Then pretended she knew nothing about it when asked about it. She didn’t realize we set up new cameras in Xander’s office when he suspected her of going through the drawers a week prior but we got her on video taking the information. We were just planning to ban her from the city but now.
“Oh, Xander baby. You’re finally home.” She goes to take a step towards us but stops when she sees our faces.
“What are you doing here Tiffany?” He asks, voice cold and devoid of all emotion and I see Wren flinch again, curling in on herself.
“I came home to be with you baby. Didn’t you miss me?” She bats her fake lashes and I swear I almost feel a breeze from them. “Who is the little girl in my bed anyways? I didn’t realize we were taking in the needy.” She giggles, trying to play coy. It’s not a good look on her. She should know already that we can see through the fake bullshit she spews.
I decide to let Xander deal with the bitch as I head straight for my princess. I drop down next to her and she tenses. I want to snarl, the beast inside me feral with rage for the person who made her so afraid of everything. “Princess. I’m here. I’m going to lift you and take you back to bed. I’ll call Doc as well.” She doesn’t say a word as I gently lift her into my arms, cradling her close. I inhale her scent of fresh cut flowers with a hint of mocha, letting my muscles finally relax knowing she is safe now as I turn towards the stairs.
“If I ever see you near my woman again, I will kill you, Tiffany. We already know you are a backstabbing bitch who will do anything or anyone to get what you want but you are not welcomed here. You’re lucky I have other matters to attend to or I would kill you right here and now. But our woman doesn’t like killing so I’ll spare you for her. Do you understand?” My back is turned to them but when I don’t hear Tiffany's response or beg to be forgiven, I look back over my shoulder and smirk.
Maverick is holding Tiffany’s arm behind her back while Xander has his Glock shoved in her mouth so deep tears fall from her eyes, ruining the thick layers of makeup she has on. Xander meets my eye and nods his head for me to head up. He doesn’t want Wren to hear the rest of what might be said or done tonight. Knowing the both of them will be right on my heels, I head upstairs with my princess tucked in my arm.
Well shit. We were planning to explain what will happen moving forward after a nice dinner and bath but I guess it will have to happen now. I know if given the chance Wren will run and as much as I enjoy a good chase, Wren is ours.
Chapter thirty-seven
Wren
“If I ever see you near my woman again, I will kill you, Tiffany.” Xander’s words run around in my head. His woman, our woman. When I first heard them enter where we were I thought it was me that was going to get a lashing, verbal or even physical, I was prepared. The Tiffany chick made it sound like I was the outsider, the other woman, the home wrecker but Xander just threatened to kill the woman if she ever came near me.
My mind is warring with me as Jax's scent deepens around me. He holds me in his arms firmly but also so gently. I know the man is huge but right now I feel smaller than I ever have. We ascend the stairs, no words exchanged between us. I’m not even sure I could talk right now. His steps even out as he reaches the top when he finally speaks. “Princess, are you okay? What did she do to you?” I stay quiet. I don’t know what to think or how to act right now.
“Please baby. I need to know if you’re okay. I swear we didn’t know that bitch Tiffany would be back in town. We would have never left you but you will never have to be alone again.” He sneers as he says her name but his tone is sweet, almost pleading and my walls crumble that much more.
“I-I’m fine. She shoved me to the ground and then kicked me in the stomach. I’ve had worse.” I joke but it must fall flat because Jax tightens his hold on me for half a second before he is setting me down on a familiar silky soft bed spread.
I feel the mattress dip to my left as he sits next to me on the edge of the bed. “The guys will be here in a few minutes, then we are having a serious talk, Princess.” My shoulders that were finally relaxing tensed again. Talking about throwing me out probably, but Xander did call me their women.
“Do you want to take another bath while we wait?” He asks and I debate. Maybe a bath will prepare me for this serious talk they want to have. I nod my head, knowing he is already watching me. I can always feel their eyes on me. Everywhere I go I feel them, like they are ingrained into my soul somehow. “I’ll go get it ready. Wait here.” I feel him leave and I take that second of being alone to take a few deep breaths, calming my wild racing heart.
I hear the water running from the bathroom as the scents of lavender and coconut start to fill the room.Okay Wren. You just need to get through tonight and then you can leave. They promised once I was healed, I could be free. They promised they were men of their words.The little trust I have for them makes me believe they are telling the truth.
Jax returns a few minutes later. “Ready Princess?” He asks and I shiver at his words. The nicknames the guys call me are odd but I kinda like them. Xander calls me his little bird probably because of my name. Wren is a type of bird. Maverick calls me his angel; I think it’s because he sees me as an innocent little girl compared to them. Which is true to a point but I’ve seen and heard many things in my life. Jax calls me his princess and I think he chose that name because he wants to be the knight in shining armor.
Every time one of them uses a cute name on me, my heart melts just that much more. Plus my pussy also flutters. The damn hussy hasn’t realized the one night we had all three of them was a once in a lifetime night. It will never happen again. I tell myself this but once again my pussy cries out in protest, demanding I do a replay of that first night as Jax scent wraps around me in a tight embrace.
“Let’s get you undressed and in the tub princess.” His voice breaks me out of my own musings as he leans down, lifting me with ease. The bathroom is filled with stream that sticks to my skin as Jax sets me down on the counter. I hear the water get shut off before Jax is back in front of me, head at my sides gripping his shirt that I’m wearing and lifts. He slides it up over my head but stops suddenly with an inhale of breath. I frown until I feel a light feather touch slide against my stomach.
“Oh Princess. Does it hurt?” he asks, voice filled with concern but I simply shake my head. It’s the truth. I’ve had worse and this is nothing compared to some of the things I’ve experienced before. He is silent for another moment before his low whispered voice echoes the small space. “I’m so sorry Wren. We will never leave you again. I promise.”
He can’t mean his words. Never leave me again? I’m supposed to be free after today.
He pulls the shirt off the rest of the way before gripping my hips and pulling me off the counter and onto my feet. He grips my panties and slowly and in the most torturous pace known to woman he slides them down, over my hips, my thighs and to my feet before I feel his fingers casually drift back up my legs.
He lifts me once more before stepping over to the tub and gently placing me in the warm water. “I’ll give you some time alone while I go check on the guys. We’ll be back in a few.” I hear the door click shut, my lungs expanding in a deep breath. My eyes drift close, as my head tilts back to lean on the edge.
