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Sold To The Graves Triplets BLOOD & WATER
Atlas and I stepped back into the glass house, my hands wrapped around his arm.Ares was already up. He was sitting on a barstool at the kitchen counter, the rising sun glinting against the amber liquid in his glass. He was drinking whiskey at seven in the morning, his shoulders hunched in a way that suggested he hadn't slept a wink. Atlas didn't stop to stare. He simply gave his brother a curt nod and made his way upstairs to take a shower. I, however, couldn't just walk past. I went into the kitchen, my footsteps silent on the marble. I wrapped my arms around Ares from behind before settling my chin on his shoulder. He smelled like pine and clean linen, a grounded scent that made my remaining anger disappear."You're back," he noted, his voice gravelly."I am," I said. I reached around him, pouring myself a finger of the same whiskey. I just slid onto the countertop, sitting right in front of him."Day drinking?" I asked, my eyebrows knitting together as I watched him swirl th
Sold To The Graves Triplets NORMAL
The digital clock on my bedside table glowed a bright shade of neon green. 3:00 AM. The glass house was silent, and the tension of the fight I had with Apollo and Ares still lingered. I couldn't sleep. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the face of a father I didn't want. I saw Ghost, how he's probably laughing at me right this second.I grabbed my phone before sending Atlas a text.Livia: Get the car ready. I need to leave.His reply was instant. Atlas: Out front in two.I pulled on an oversized black sweatshirt and matching joggers, an outfit that hid the princess they wanted me to be. I stepped out of my room, moving as quietly as possible. I’d spent years sneaking out of my childhood home, knew exactly where not to step, so the floorboards wouldn't creak underfoot.These concrete floors are child's play. I slipped down the staircase, past the kitchen where I'd been "locked down" just hours ago, and out the front door.The cool night air hit my face as soon as I stepped outsi
Sold To The Graves Triplets LOYALTY
When Apollo gave me permission to use his computer, he thought he was throwing a bone to a caged animal. He thought I'd be looking up interior design for our new home. Making the final arrangements for the ball.He was wrong. The first thing I did was contact Atlas through an encrypted channel we'd established weeks ago. A ghost line that even his brothers didn't monitor. I called in a favor with a contact I'd kept hidden since my days at the camp.I wanted Ace and Larkyn to feel what I had to feel. To burn the way I did. I wanted them to experience the same panic that the triplets felt when they realized I was gone. I wanted them to choke on the grief of a missing heir. I would make them pay. The Russians were next on my list. They were a target I intended to systematically dismantle until there was nothing left but ash. And then, the final boss. I'd have to face Ghost. And Gunn. To think, Gunn used to be the only real friend I thought I had. He was the one person who knew
Sold To The Graves Triplets MAFIA MAN
ATLAS"Vicente, shift that crate three inches to the left!" I roared, my voice echoing off the metal walls of the loading dock. Vicente didn't flinch. He knew me too well. He simply signaled the crane operator, and the last massive crate of MoonDrop slid into place with a heavy thud. This was the final batch. The Italians had already wired the upfront payment. Eight figures of clean, untraceable capital. The Japanese cartel had followed suit an hour later. Apollo was already moving that capital through a few offshore accounts, turning blood money into legitimate corporate growth. So far, everything was going down smoothly. This particular shipment was destined for Brazil. This was a massive play, one that would cement our influence across the southern hemisphere. People always underestimated me. My brothers were the faces of the Graves empire. Apollo, the ruthless leader and Ares, the notorious sniper. I was the normal one. The one with the innocent face. I had no special
Sold To The Graves Triplets LIABILITY
The morning light was a cruel, sharp intrusion, slicing through the floor-to-ceiling glass of the master suite. I woke up not to the sound of birds or the city hum, but to the rhythmic thrum of two heartbeats that weren't my own. I was pinned, lying between Ares and Apollo. My body felt like it belonged to someone else. Heavy, over-sensitized, and thoroughly claimed. They had fucked me until sleep finally claimed me yesterday. They had made me orgasm over and over again until my voice was a rasp and my muscles were liquid. Even now, I could still feel them. Their cocks were still nestled deep inside me. Apollo claimed my pussy while Ares was anchored in my ass. I tried to shift, to find a breath of air that didn't smell like their expensive cologne, but the movement was useless. Apollo’s arm was a heavy bar of iron across my waist, pulling me tighter against his chest. Behind me, Ares’s hand was a firm, possessive weight on my left breast, his fingers digging in just enough
Sold To The Graves Triplets EARNED IT
The hum of the engine was a low, rhythmic vibration that pulsed through the seat and into my tired bones. I was resting my head on Ares's lap, the rough fabric of his trousers a strange comfort against my cheek. We had left the safe house a few hours ago. We were on the highway, on our way to God knows where.The silence in the car was heavy, but not suffocating. It was the silence of a pack returning from a hunt. Apollo’s hands were steady on the wheel, his gaze fixed on the road ahead of us as he navigated the traffic with a precision that bordered on aggressive. Every few minutes, I’d feel Ares’s fingers comb through my hair. A subconscious gesture of possession that reminded me I was still his, even in the silence.The car finally slowed, the tires crunching over expensive gravel before coming to a smooth stop. I sat upright slowly, my muscles protesting the movement. My body was a map of the last forty-eight hours. The faint sting of burns on my arm, the deep, lingering ac
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