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My mind starts to wonder about how I even got to this day. I avoid the worst memories not wanting to be dragged into a flashback but the night I woke up here comes to mind. Waking up on the hospital like bed, tied down, body aching and mind confused. Well confused until I heard Xander’s voice. I start to replay that night in my mind.
Them bringing me up to this room. The bathroom when they undressed me and saw the scars that ravaged my body. Maverick in the tub with his long length pressed up against my ass. Their hands scrubbing and rubbing me down. Us moving to the bed becoming lost in lust and ecstasy.
One hand drifts in between my legs as my fingers graze against my tender nub. The other gripping my breast, pinching and tugging at my nipple. God, I want these guys again. That night was the best sex of my life but I told myself never again. It was a weak moment and I should have never gone through with it but it had been so long since it was someone else’s hands that touched me. Making me feel good. I slide a finger down further, circling my opening as I imagine Jax on his knees in front of me. Licking and sucking that bundle of nerves that make me want to scream his name. My thoughts wander to Maverick, I would lick his cock as precum coated my tongue. The favor would become a drug as I sucked and thrust my mouth deeper onto his length as I made him scream his release down my throat. I would gladly accept it all.
Last, I imagine Xander’s dirty words, him calling me his good girl, telling me to use my words as he sucked my heavy breasts into his mouth, grazing his teeth on my peeked nipples. His hands caressing my skin in firm but soft touches leaving small marks to claim my body as his. As theirs.
These men are a conundrum, their actions are monstrous, killing men and kidnapping women but with me it seems different. They lower their voice, their touches soft and unsure. I’ve heard them speaking to others and it’s never the same tone as mine.
I moan out as I picture taking the three of them again. That feeling of being full, my mouth, my pussy, my ass, I have never felt that amazing. My body felt electrified. My finger sinks into my pussy as a groan echoes around the room. I freeze.
“Little bird, are you in need of assistance?”
Chapter thirty-eight
Xander
I just watched as my bitch of an ex kicked the love of my life in the stomach. My body is strained as I try to stay calm. I don’t want to scare my little bird after all the progress we have made the last few weeks. So I stay stock still as Jax lifts Wren up off the floor and begins to ascend the stairs with her small frame cuddled to his chest. I wish it was me comforting her but I have to deal with Tiffany.
She stands there at the bottom of the stairs, fake tears running down her cheeks but a small satisfied look on her face like she thinks she might actually have a chance at something. I decided to say fuck it, Wren knows we aren’t good men and I need to wipe that look off her once pretty face. I side eye Mav and nod.
We move fast, Mav grabs her arms, yanking them behind her back as I pull my Glock from my back and shove it into her mouth as she grasps in surprise. I lean in, press my gun deeper and watch as Tiffany gags. Real big fat ugly tears begin to run rampant down her cheeks as she looks at me with wide eyed fear. “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 she wants 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?” she stares at me for a second until I cock an eyebrow in questions.
She immediately tries to nod but can’t move much due to the metal barrel of my gun taking up space in her mouth and I’m sure fearing that my finger might slip in the process. I thought about it for half a second until I realized it’s more of a hassle for us, more than anything with all the clean up it would require. Plus the sooner I can get to my little bird the better. She calms me in a way I didn’t think was possible.
Once Jax and Wren are out of sight I remove my gun and step back while Mav let's go with a little shove. We watch as Tiffany stumbles in her tall stripper heels and finally falls forward at my feet. She looks up at me as I just stand there, not bothering to help her in any way. “Xander baby.”
“Don’t call me that. You are nothing to us, Tiffany. Do you understand that?” I sneer down at her. She tries to stand, righting herself as her face shifts to finally show her real colors.
“You have got to be kidding me. I leave for a few months and I come home to being replaced by that?” She screeches like a banshee pointing in the direction Jax took Wren. “You think that little whore can handle you three?” she laughs, the sound grating on my ears.
“Don’t fucking call her that.” Mav steps forward, fists clenched, teeth grinding. This makes Tiffany laugh more. This time sounding like a lunatic. It’s a crazy laugh like the woman might have lost her marbles over this.
“Oh, Maverick Alder, the great womanizer is now a one woman man. That's funny. This is all a big prank isn’t it. You’re all mad that I was gone for so long so you thought making me jealous was a good idea.” She smirks like this is actually a joke. I see Mav step forward to grab her but I was faster. She will learn today.
I lunge forward and grab her by her hair and yank. She screams out in pain but I could care less. This bitch has gone too far. We knew she was a backstabbing two faced bitch who stole information from us and sold it for money but she tried to hurt our woman. Justice will be served this time.
The plan was to warn her to stay out of the city and to never come near us again but I have a better idea. I head toward the kitchen Maverick on our heel, Tiffany trying to scream the house down. I head straight to the drawer next to the fridge, reaching in and grabbing a pair of scissors. Tiffany catches the glint as I hold them up and starts to really panic. “Hold her still. I would hate to scar that pretty face of yours Tiff.” I laugh this time, the side fake but as Mav grabs Tiffany and holds her to the counter I grab another fist full of hair, leaning down to whisper. “You come near this house, us, or our girl again, I will do so much worse.” Then I cut all her hair off.
Mav releases her after a second and Tiffany must be in shock because she stands there, slowly reaching up and touching the new hair cut I gave her. The vain bitch will really panic once she sees it in a mirror. She stares at me with horror and hatred. She is actually getting off easy with this. Maybe we are going soft because of Wren.
When her hand finally touches her head she screams bloody murder, before turning and running for the front door. She stumbles like a newborn baby deer in her too tall heels and I almost want to laugh but maintain my bored façade. I nod towards her, and watch as Mav follows her out to make sure she finally leaves. He will also call some of the guys and have them watch her. I wouldn’t put it past the two faced bitch to try and get back at us for humiliating her like this.
Jax walks through the doorway, eyes connecting with the mess of auburn hair covering the counter and floor and just smirks. “Wren?” I ask, his face not giving away how our girl is doing.
“She’s in the bath. The fucking bitch left a bruise on Wren stomach. But she says it doesn’t hurt. Her head has a tiny nick but I don't think she noticed that either. She’s tense and I think she wants to run.” He replies, his fist opening and closing. Mav joins us a minute later.
“She’s gone. I called a few of the guys to keep an eye on her so we’ll see if she is smart enough to take this as the blessing it is. She is lucky to be alive right now.” He smirks. I know he probably wanted to kill her too. I’m sure we all did but Wren is more important right now.
We all stand there in silence for a few minutes lost in thought before I speak. “Well gentlemen, I think it’s time we go tell our woman there is no escaping us.” I give them a wicked smile and head for her room.
We reach her room in no time, all eager to make this woman realize who she belongs to. I head straight to the bathroom, about to open the door when I hear a soft moan. I look towards the guys and from the look on their faces they heard it too. What is my little bird up too?
I open the door quietly, freezing on the spot. Wren is in the bathtub with one hand between her legs and the other pinching and playing with her peaked pink nipples as she moans softly. My cock instantly hardens, a groan slipping pass my lips. She stops then, pausing, her shoulder tensing up with the realization she’s no longer alone. I can’t help myself. “Little bird, are you in need of assistance?”
Chapter thirty-nine
Wren
