Eden's POVIn my final foster family before getting booted out of the system, I was always expected to do the chores. After a while it became second nature to calm myself down, to center my hectic thoughts, by focusing my energy on cleaning.Jack always laughed when I went into my episodes of deep cleaning, and sometimes, on the days he was more disrespectful than usual, he would knock something over to cause a mess and set my nerves on fire.I'm thankful that even though Mason isn't a huge fan of me being in the brother's penthouse, he steps around me as I scrub the kitchen tiles and try to lighten the dirt in the grout. My attention is threaded between too many tasks at once, my heart racing.A suspect! They think I'm a suspect in a bank robbery!Mason leans on the counter, careful not to step on the soapy tiles of the kitchen floor. "I was thinking about making lunch but…"He gives me an exasperated look as I had spent all morning cleaning, reorganizing and perfecting th
Eden's POVI wake up in Dante's bed, somewhere I know I didn't fall asleep last night. Ryder's bedroom is light in colors ranging from ivory to beige, while Dante's room sports dark gray walls and stark black bedding. No matter whose room I wake up in, I'm just happy I wake up with both brothers beside me.Dante has my back pinned to his chest, our bodies flushed together perfectly while Ryder has a light palm relaxed on my cheek, his touch so warm and electric. There's no easy way for me to get out of bed between them without waking everyone up at once.I stay put until Dante slowly awakens next, kissing the back of my tangled, brunette curls. He drags his hand up my bare thigh, and I realize that although we are under the warmth of his blankets, I'm the only one naked.We didn't do anything sensual after the blowout argument with Mason yesterday, but I think they like making me blush more than they like having sex with me. It works, too.I stop Dante's hand as it brushes my
Eden's POVI hurry and get dressed, running from the store to see Mason laid out on the concrete next to the car we drove out here. Falling to his side, I can't find the worst wound on his body, finding countless cuts and bloody splotches seeping through his clothes."Ma—Mason," I pant, my eyes blurred with frantic, scared tears. "Can you hear me? Can you move?"He only growls, holding his hip where blood covers his palm. I peel his fingers back, seeing a deep stab wound that gushes crimson. His hand snaps back over the mark, fighting a scream in agony as he does so."I saw the whole thing!" a random pedestrian shouts, speaking quickly into her cell phone. "I called the police! They're sending an ambulance."Mason bats my hand away as I try to help apply pressure to his hip. He speaks through grit teeth, "Go to the penthouse, Eden. You have to leave. You can't be here when the police get here, or it'll look suspicious."I shake my head, my lips cold and quivering. "I can't
Eden's POVWatching Dante linger in the hallway, watching me writhe against Ryder's lap, I can see there was a reason the brothers put rules in place. He looks so wounded, even though we hadn't even done anything but kiss, the intentions were clear.I climb off Ryder and push myself into Dante's chest, waiting for his arms to extend behind my shoulders as always, but he lazily rests his hand on my hip instead. I can feel the heat of his anger."Dante, it wasn't anything," I breathe, my hands pulling for his face while he gives Ryder one of those typical, wordless stares that they only seem to understand. "Please, look at me."He finally gives in, and I have to struggle on the tips of my toes to crash my lips into his. He hardly kisses me back at first, letting my tongue brush his teeth before I feel him bite me. I pull back, more insulted than I am wounded.Dante looks through his brother, Ryder doing the same back in some weird prowess of intimidation. They're sizing each ot
Eden's POVEven though Mason was let out of the hospital a few days ago, and any dwindling tension between the brothers had since subsided after their tiff, I still find myself lying awake at night in moderate panic.No one brings up Asher in conversation, or even acknowledges that the Donahue family exists. I can't help but dream of Asher pushing his way into my dressing room and trying to get a taste of what the brothers do to me.With them, it's welcomed. In my dreams with Asher, it's terrifying.I stare at Ryder's ceiling, comfortably laid out between him and Dante in his bed. As we seem to always end up in bed together anyways, I hardly care which room it is that we find ourselves in at the end of the night. As long as we're together, I'm okay.Or so I thought.Tonight's dreams nag at me so much that I can't even fall asleep, watching the minutes tick by aimlessly on the clock behind Ryder's shoulder. When it's finally time for me to give up laying here, I inch my way
Eden's POVDante is barking at the valet to get the car here quicker while Ryder wraps me up in his coat and keeps me snuggled to his side. It was difficult to keep them from chasing after Asher when he kissed me, and the sooner we leave here, the better."Why did you go out there with him, dammit?" Dante mumbles, pacing in front of us and speaking to the concrete under his leather boots. His constant steps nag at my dizzy, alcohol-tainted mind. "It would have been fine if you just stayed with us and—""Hey, enough of that," Ryder pleads. "She was trying to diffuse the situation, okay? You and I both were ready to start a fight in the lounge before he even had the chance to kiss her.""F*ck diffusing the situation," Dante snaps. "And f*ck that overconfident prick!"I bury myself into Ryder's shoulder, the world spinning in a tequila-tainted fog. "I'm sorry.""It's not your fault," Ryder replies simply. "Dante isn't mad at you, he's just mad at Asher for trying to get under
Eden's POVI spend most of my time on the back porch. This mansion of a home is pressed right against the river, the best place to watch the sunrise, and the sunset, but it would be better if the brothers were around to watch them with me.Mason occasionally visits me in the backyard, or on the dock that protrudes out from the property, but even if Mason and I get along better nowadays, he isn't the company I would prefer."They're selling the heist object," Mason mutters again, the same excuse he's given me for about four days straight. "It takes time to find buyers and to evaluate them, just to make sure they won't get screwed over in the process.""What is it?" I ask the same question I've asked in the days prior. "What was in the box?"Mason looks off in the distance, the sun slowly setting on another, rather lonely, day. "I'm not supposed to tell you that, Eden. You should ask the brothers, and if they tell you, then it's their choice but—""They're never here," I gasp
Eden's POV"What are you doing here… J—Jack?!"My longtime boyfriend is leaning against the towering foyer of the front porch, holding a bouquet of red and white roses that look too expensive for him to afford. I step outside and shut the door behind me, seeing Mason rustle around for a gun or his phone; I don't wait to see which one he pulls first."What are you doing here?" I gasp, confused. "How did you know where—"He motions to the hoard of matching black SUVs in the driveway. "Had a little bit of help tracking you down, Eden. I just wanted to see if we could talk, sweetheart."He shoves the roses into my hands, and I want to smile at the gesture, but I can't. We've been together for years, and he still doesn't know that my favorite flowers aren't roses at all.I guess it's a bigger step than he's used to. I shouldn't defer to my standards when it comes to Jack Ward."We have nothing to talk about," I groan, setting the bouquet on the ground. "Last time we saw each o