It's been two days since the day Lucien came to us, covered in knife wounds and blood. Caroline pestered us both days with questions about what happened to him. I wish we could answer her questions, I really fucking do. But the truth is that we have no answers to give her. How can we tell her what happened to him when he doesn't remember anything that can help us find out who did this? Our lack of answers seems to come across as a lack of honesty to our girl, though, because she has been withdrawn from us once again. She hasn't even let us fuck her. “Fucking tease.” I mutter, noticing my wife's naughty outfit. She's made it very clear we weren't allowed to touch her, actually yelling at us a few days ago. And yet she walks around wearing lingerie and revealing nighties like a fucking tease. “I didn't know you were home.” Caroline looks at me briefly before turning back to the fridge, where she bends over, digging through the drinks before pulling out a bottled water. And, i
We were ready in less than five minutes, as Nick had promised. “What do you think happened?’ I ask him as we exit the house. Jake sits in one of our SUVs in the driveway. Nick opens the back door, nodding his head for me to slide in first, him sliding in after me. Jake glances at me through the rearview mirror before pulling away from the house and beginning to speed to the office. “Tell us what happened.” Nick orders. Jake glances at me quietly. “She's our wife, she can hear anything and everything. We keep no secrets from her.” “Your security system was compromised once more. Another photo was leaked to the media, and the police are currently in the process of getting a warrant to search the entire office building.” Nicholas curses in his mother tongue. “How bad is the photo?” Jake once again glances at me for a moment before his eyes slide to the road. “It's a photo with Sara in it.” I glance at Nick. “I thought she was dead?” Nick looks at me, his eyebrows furrowed. “She
We had just opened up this building here in New York and had started creating a legitimate security business. Sara had asked to be our assistant at first because she knew how we worked more than anyone else ever could. It was three years after we had opened this building, we were nineteen, and we were starting to mess with other girls.” “You cheated on Sara?” “It was more of an open relationship, darling,” Nick explains from above me. “She was seeing other people, and letting us explore as well. We were never intimate with her in any way. We didn't even share a room with her.” “We would never step out on a relationship like that, not with you. I promise you, baby.” I smile at Antonio. “I trust you guys, Tony.” And I do really trust them. “Anyways, we were distracted by a girl and had left Sara here for the first time alone. And the spy that Lorenzo Berlusconi had sent in took that as his moment to finally hit us. He tried to kill Sara, but she was also trained with us, so she
He pulls away to smile at me. “I've told you before. As long as you're taken care of, as long as you're satisfied, I will always be okay. Besides, I know for a fact that we can pick this up later, maybe with Tony?” I suck my bottom lip into my mouth, biting it gently. “I like the sound of that.” I sit up slowly and turn to face him once again. “Where is my gorgeous hubby at, anyways?” “I'm right here, duh.” Nick smiles at me slowly. “Ha ha, very funny. You are very gorgeous, so very fucking gorgeous. Now, where's my other husband at then?” He leans forward to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. “He's making you, our beautiful wife, some waffles.” I jump up right away. “Waffles!” I dash into the closet and immediately change into a pink sweatsuit. No panties, or a bra, of course! I skip out of the closet and out the door, smiling at the sound of Nicholas laughing behind me. I love the sound of his laugh, the sound of his happiness. I stop smiling, however, when I reach the
It's been nearly a month since everything had happened. Things with Caroline were going great, so fucking great. We learned about her childhood, discovering her family was pretty much dead. And we told her about us, about our parents being murdered by the same man who murdered Sara. How we kept our grandmother safe back in Italy. We promised to take her to meet her, but Caroline refused, saying she wasn't quite ready for that flight. About a week ago, Caroline had surprised us. She was in the kitchen with us while Antonio cooked some spaghetti, her favorite. When suddenly she asked us a question. "Can I go back to work?" The question had shocked us. Surely she knew the answer to that? "And before you ask, no, I don't mean TechBuddy. I mean like, with you guys maybe? I'm sure you could always use some help. You don't have to pay me. Actually, don't pay me at all, please. Or else I'll really feel like a whore." She laughed nervously. "As much as I love being here with you two, I can
Fuck, I was nervous as heck. When I worked for TechBuddy, it was primarily from home, with an in office meeting once every three months. But now, having to meet the team of expert techs at Rossi inc that I would be leading? Well that's a whole other story. Especially since most of the team members were males. I stand in front of the group of twenty employees, the Twins on either side of me. They had just given me a tour of the whole building, giving me a pass with all access, even to their private bedroom upstairs. According to them, they needed the bedroom when they didn't feel like going home, which used to happen a lot, apparently. Before me, they said. I'm the only reason they come home on time, or at all, for that matter. "This is Caroline, she is going to be the lead technician for this project. You are to direct all of your questions or concerns to her. Understand?" In response to Antonio's introduction, the group simply nods along. "Now, she's already been briefed on what
The ride home is quiet. Nicholas is in the back seat, slumped against his seat, tense. Caroline sits in the passenger seat, looking out the window. Her fingers are drumming on her exposed thighs. I am in the driver's seat, my fingers gripping the steering wheel tightly to keep from reaching over and touching her. I am craving her touch, her reassurance.After Lester had entered the room, I had sent the remaining tech employees out of the room. I had sent them home early for the day.I didn't want any witnesses.And that included my caroline.I didn't want her to see the monsters we are. I had asked Caroline to step out as well and wait in the office, and she had agreed. But she hadn't listened. Instead, she had waited outside the door, leaving it cracked so she could peek inside. She had seen us, seen me, as I reached for the scissors on her desk. As I swiped those same scissors across Mario's throat. The gasp she let out, god i felt like something was breaking in me when she shied
"Is it bad that I enjoy the sound of that?" I watch as Antonio smirks at my words. "Now you really are our little nymph, aren't 'ya?" he jokes back.I smile and wrap my arms around him, bringing his face down to mine. His face is so close to mine, and I have to resist the urge to press my lips against his right away. Instead, I press my forehead against his and gaze into his eyes. His beautiful fucking eyes. And fuck, suddenly i know that this, this feeling that i get whenever i look at him or nick, this shit is real. I was literally meant for them. "Do you know how much I love you, Antonio Rossi?" I glance down at his lips quickly before gazing at his eyes, noticing how much they have darkened with lust. “I love you so fucking much it hurt, baby.”He groans against my mouth, before pressing his lips against mine gently. I press mine against his more forcefully, but he pulls away to rest his forehead against mine. What the hell?I pout at him, making him laugh at me gently."I love y