All Chapters of Trapped To The Graves Triplets: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

I woke up to the sound of the rain, pattering against the floor-to-ceiling window inside my new bedroom. The silence was a stark contrast to the gunfire I'd been escaping since I left the Graves estate. I was wearing a plush white pajama set that covered my body entirely. No more lace. No more gunshots. I had escaped it all. But the thought of them brought back a fresh memory from Apollo's suite. I could still feel the vibrator inside me, his eyes burning into my skin. He was minutes away from taking me, right there on the floor. Then his brothers walked in. I had been used by them the night before my encounter with Apollo.I still remember Atlas's tongue on my clit. The difference between him and Ares. Even though I was spent, I wanted more of them. What the hell was wrong with me? I tiredly rolled out of bed, taking a warm shower to wash the filth out of my mind. It didn't work. By the time I stepped out of the shower, I was a throbbing mess, and all I did was think of them.

"Like David and Goliath," Gunn told me as he stepped out of the ring. He barely touched the ring, he had his opponent pinned to the mud, and he kept them there for three whole minutes. I tightened my shoelaces, gulping down nervously. My opponent, 21, confidently stepped into the ring, his boots sinking into the dirt. Laughter echoed through the thick forest as I hesitantly stepped into the ring. Number 15, the only other woman aside from myself, was making fun of me for having to go up against number 21. She's betrayed the sisterhood. She was supposed to be on my side. Instead, she decided to blend in with the men. I wasn't going to take that route. I no longer needed a man. All I needed was knock my opponent off the ground. I had three minutes to do so. I firmly planted my feet into the clumpy mud. A whistle went off and 21 stomped over to me, the mud making him slower than seemed. He threw a punch in my direction, and I jumped out of the way just in time. But he was far more

Ares was at the verge of pushing his full lenght into my slick entrance when the screeching of tires started filling the silence.He pulled out of me, pulling my pants up my legs again. A frown creased my forehead as I watched him pulling up his zipper, opening his trunk. "Ares, what's going on?" I asked, fear rooting itself deep inside my bones. "I think the camp is under attack. I'm guessing it's the Russians," he explained as he pulled a matte black rifle from a silver case. He screwed a silencer on the gun, grabbing enough ammunition to kill a hundred men. The Russians were still hunting me. Vissarian wasn't going to give up until he has me locked up in his dungeon. Ares grabbed my hand, leading us up a dark staircase. He set his gun up on the second floor, aiming his rifle at the front entrance of the car wash. The doors shot open and a hundred men dressed in black, entered the building on foot. My heart hammered against my ribs, my grip on Ares's hand tightening. His other

I quietly walked over to the floor-to-ceiling window in my living room. Uncle Aaron gave me this apartment as a graduation gift. I swirled the wine inside my glass. I took a small sip, letting out a soft sigh. After everything I witnessed tonight, I was spent.I already took a shower. I scrubbed the blood off my skin, the smell of the warehouse. But the memories remained. I couldn't get it out of my mind. It didn't help that I was alone. Maybe some company would have helped. I needed a distraction, something to take my mind off Armando and what my uncle did to him. I gulped down the rest of the wine inside my glass, staring down at the city spread wide below me. The city was different from where I grew up. The neighborhood used to be run by my father. The city was cold compared to my father's warmth. Sometimes I wondered if he would be proud of me. I mean look at how far I've come. I can make a living for myself, I even have my own place. I should be grateful. Uncle Aaron saved

"Going somewhere?" Ares asked as I lay pinned beneath him. He spread my legs, his head pressing against my entrance. He leaned down to bite my bottom lip and I pulled back. I glared at him in frustration. "Thanks for making me cum," I said, my voice void of any emotions. "But I need you to leave.""You need us to leave?" Atlas asked, wrapping my hair around his fist. "Why would you need us to leave?""I have better things to do than having sex," I pointedly stated, rolling out of bed. I wrapped a blanket around my body and they watched me as if I was an alien. I smiled at them. "Also, if you want to keep seeing me, you will do so separately. You have thirty days to impress me. In the end, I'll choose one of you," I calmly explained before entering the bathroom. I closed the door behind me, placing a hand to my beating heart. Thirty days? Why would I give them thirty days to impress me? Why would they want to impress me? They could have any girl they wanted. But I'm not just any