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VALENTIN ALISTAIR When his back collides with the tiled floor, a dark, primal satisfaction rushes straight into my veins. Try as I might, I cannot—and care not to—hide the feral smile that stretches across my face. The bastard had his hands on her. On my fragile, fierce little bird. Until Penelope screams, and every single one of my senses snaps onto high alert. Melanie is already moving quickly, as she rushes to Pen’s side. She drops beside her daughter, hauling the little girl against her chest and pressing Penelope’s face into her bosom, expertly shielding her from the violent monster getting exactly what he deserves. “Alright, Xavier. That’s enough.” Cassian’s voice cuts through the charged air. He taps Xavier’s shoulder, physically pulling our brother back from the crumpled mass of bruised flesh and shattered ego that is Brandon Kingston’s face. A few more seconds, and Xavier would have made the motherfucker completely unrecognizable. My brother sta

CASSIAN ALISTAIR There’s something going on in her mind. I can see the wheels spin endlessly through her eyes. Whatever’s happening in there, I have a strong feeling it’s not good—there’s also the fact that she seems intent on avoiding my gaze. Soon, she falls asleep beside Penelope, and we don’t bother to wake her up until we arrive at home. It’s 1pm already, and everyone is tired from the rather long drive, including me. Val picks Penelope to take her into her room, while Xavier says something about going straight to bed while itching the back of his neck. He still seems very annoyed from what happened at the hospital.But most importantly, my eyes are on Melanie. She slips into the house like a shadow, making her way past the living room, and into the dark mini bar at the corner.I lean against the wall, watching her carefully. She’s not aware of my presence yet—or she doesn’t acknowledge it. I watch her take a glass and a half empty bottle of whiskey. She sucks in a deep

MELANIEI’ve barely been able to catch my breath when Val leaves my side. From the corner of my right eye I watch him walk straight to the freezer, commanding my attention without saying a single word. How does he do it? Val opens it, digs around, and pulls out a single ice cube, turning it slowly between his thick fingers as he closes the fridge. The sight alone makes my used cunt clench around the cum Cassian just pumped into me.I swallow hard. My clit throbs so violently it almost hurts. What the fuck is wrong with me? When did I become this desperate, dripping slut who gets wetter the dirtier they treat me?“What are you doing?” I ask, the words leaving my lips in a breathless whisper. Valentin Alistair smiles.It’s the darkest, filthiest smile I’ve ever seen on him—slow, and knowing, and almost cruel. It hits me straight in my pussy. My nipples tighten into hard, aching points under my sweater. Fresh wetness spills out of me, mixing with Cassian’s cum and soaking the t

MELANIE Talk to me?As in, she actually wants words to leave her perfectly glossed mouth and enter my ears? I was under the firm, completely solid impression that she never wanted to see my face again. Let alone speak to it. Honestly, it is quite funny—in a tragic, twisted way—that the very first time my mother has voluntarily touched me in five whole years, it is with pure, unadulterated anger. Or disgust. Or whatever cold, terrifying emotion is currently written all over her flawlessly botoxed face.Her manicured nails are digging so hard into my wrist I might actually lose circulation in my hand. But honestly? I will take it. Physical contact is physical contact, right?I force my face into a mask of casual indifference. “Okay, mum. Let’s talk.”She doesn’t even blink. Suddenly, she realizes what she is doing. She realizes she is touching me, gripping me like a person who actually cares, and she drops my arm like I am made of radioactive waste. She smooths the front of her

MELANIE Great. Fucking great. I can’t even plot an escape in peace. His voice is a low, mocking drawl that completely destroys my last bit of patience. I do not answer him. Instead, I spend a freaking long amount of time staring at the three massive men blocking my only exit. Before I leave, I should ask where they purchase their audacity from. It’ll do me a lot of good to purchase some of it. Must be expensive, but I can save for it. I do not have the time, the energy, or the mental capacity for this twisted psychological game today. I turn my back to them without another word, reaching to the bed and grabbing the heavy black straps of the battered canvas duffel bag sitting on the mattress. I hoist it over my shoulder. Some money from my mother, then I’ll take Penelope, and we can leave. I square my shoulders, lift my chin, and march right toward the doorway. I stand directly in front of Valentin. He is wearing a dark, tailored shirt that stret