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Brock runs his calloused fingers up my back. I shiver as he guides me into the living room. We lay eyes on the exquisite luxury furniture, the French artwork lining the walls, the crystal chandelier casting a soft glow over everything.
It takes a minute for me to process everything. This feels like a joke or a ridiculous dream. Little old me has never stepped foot in such a luxurious space. Before today, my dorm with Rina was the fanciest place I’d ever been. Growing up, my parents and I didn’t have access to luxury. We’d take the train into Manhattan every once in a while to go to Coney Island, and we’d lay eyes on the wealthy New Yorkers with their designer bags, fancy sunglasses, and private drivers, and wonder what they did for a living. That was a game we loved to play as a family at least before Mom passed away.
When Mom died, Dad quit taking me and Nate into the city. We stayed in our cheap house and his small business supported us. He was always tired after fixing people’s problems which is why he slept late most mornings. That’s when Nate found the opportunity to get closer to me. I close my eyes and envision the library where I’d camp out to get away from my stepbrother, and a chill runs down my spine.
"If you could see me now, Mom."
Brock crooks a brow at me. "Our Olive is talking to herself."
Rook tightens his grip on my arm. "If you’ve got so much to fucking say, tell us what you’re thinking."
"No, please." I stare at my feet, urging myself to do what these men want and zip my lips. "I was just thinking about the past."
Brock massages my lower back. "We know something happened to you when you were a little girl, baby. We won’t rush you into disclosing anything today, but we expect you to tell us eventually."
It wasn’t when I was a girl. It was when I was a teenager and my stepbrother started acting differently around me.
I rest my forehead on Brock’s arm. "Thank you."
I have no clue why I’m thanking this man. He’s done nothing but tear me down, hurt me, and hurt me more. All three of these monsters have.
Rook slides something into my palm. "We bought you something."
The long, turquoise box is instantly recognizable. My mother’s wealthy cousin-in-law owned plenty of Tiffany jewelry when I was growing up, and I always loved admiring it. It sparkled more brilliantly than other jewels, and when I was a tiny girl, I pictured myself dripping in Tiffany, twirling around in a sleek black dress that hugged my petite body as I dazzled the world with my effortless opulence.
Rook removes the top of the box, and I see a sparkling necklace inside. Princess cut diamonds line the sterling silver chin, each dazzling brighter than a shooting star.
Rook lifts the necklace out of the box, then drapes it around my neck. "This is a gift to show you how much we care about you, Olive. You may not understand how crazy we are about you yet, but that’s only because you don't know how real men show our affection. We’re not like the boys at Saintswood who pepper you in kisses and slobber on you. We’re real men. Feral primal motherfuckers. We take what we want when we want and we won't apologize for wrecking you. Accept this gift as a token of our affection."
Rook clasps the necklace around my neck, sealing me as his. Brock brushes a strand of hair over my ear, and the sensation of his finger on my skin causes me to flinch, before I recall that when he’s rough with me, it’s only because that’s the way he expresses his feelings.
"Rook." A breath escapes me, one that’s filled with wonder. "Brock. Thank you." My eyes glaze over as they dance across the penthouse yet again, unable to fathom that this ismynew living space.
My Queendom.
Un. Believe. Able.
A gray-haired lady in a servant’s outfit steps into the room with a tiny puppy under her left arm. I’m opening my mouth to greet her when the puppy barks and I recognize him at once.
"Apricot!" I burst free from Brock and Rook’s arms, rushing toward my dog that I haven’t seen since I came to Saintswood.
Apricot barks as he licks my cheeks, his tiny tongue tickling me. He wags his miniature tail, before wrapping me in the type of hug that only a little dog can give.
"We couldn’t leave you without your pet." Brock’s deep voice stirs my emotions.
I turn around, gratitude in my soul instead of fear. "I appreciate this so much."
This is the truth. More than these men could know, I’m grateful that they transported Apricot to my new Queendom.
"Esmerelda is your new maid. She manages ten servants who work for you now. Whenever you need breakfast or a cup of coffee to aid your studies, contact Esmerelda. You’ll be able to get manicures, pedicures, and massages any time you want. When you want to go shopping, Esmerelda will call her gay son, Aster, to take you. We’ve vetted Aster and made sure that he’s actually not gay and not just lying to get a taste of your cunt. He fucks a lot of men. Rich Wall Street Daddies. He’s a kinky fuck."
"How did you get Apricot?"
"We put a gun to your father’s head and told him to hand over the dog." I can’t tell if Rook is joking.
I blow out a breath. "This all must cost a fortune."
I feel like Cinderella. Closing my eyes, I picture myself in a movie, a beautiful gown swirling out around me as I twirl and drink in my new surroundings. Servants who are sohappyto serve me bow before me, offering to give me pedicures, take me shopping, and cook me my favorite things. The little girl who used to study in public libraries to get away from her skeevy stepbrother doesn’t have to be so tired anymore. My new existence breathes fresh life into my body, rejuvenates me. I’m a new girl now. One that’s living in a fairytale.
