I’m no longer fighting them because it won’t get me out of this dungeon, I’m not sure what can. But I will obey until I figure it out.
“You’re much prettier on the floor,” he tells me. “I think you’ll do well cleaning our home.” He leans forward, before gripping my neck much as Falcon did, but before he says anything more, he shoves his fingers down my throat, and continues the motion as if he were fucking me with his cock.
Soft sounds of my gagging echoes in the room. The man before me smiles. He’s enjoying this. Once last push of two digits, and I convulse, the bile rising up quickly, and before I have time to push him away, puke spills from my lips.
“Filthy little slut,” he tells me as he regards his now dirty fingers while twisting them before those silver eyes. “You’ll clean up, and our whole house will be spotless when you’re done.”
“You want me to be a maid?” My incredulous tone causes him to arch a brow. “I’m asking because I’m not sure why you’d think—”
“You will work for us, be our everything.” He waves his hand in the air as if it explains it all. I’m more confused than ever. He can’t mean I will have to sleep with them, I refuse to has sex with men like this. Men like my father. The thought attacks me violently as tears sting my eyes. “Anything we ask of you, you’ll do.”
I meet his stare, I don’t blink, and I ask, “And why would I do that?”
For a long while, he looks at me, his gaze tracking over my body. I’m still in my pajamas and I realize then how cold I am. But after a long silence, he smirks with pure unadulterated satisfaction, and says, “Because it’s time to pay for your father’s sins.”
CHAPTER EIGHT
CROW
The surprise on her face is enough to satisfy me for the evening. I push to my feet, causing her to fall back onto the floor. Her ass hits the cold concrete as I pass by. I’m not sure she won’t attempt to run, so I decide we’ll leave her here for the night.
“Let’s go,” I order the other two. Falcon was enjoying himself earlier, and I can’t deny, watching them together made my dick hard. He knew what he was doing as well. Falcon likes to taunt and tease. I would love to see her coming all over his fingers. I would love to see her sweet, angelic face contort with pleasure.
“Wait,” she calls to me, and I cast her a glance from over my shoulder. “Y-you know my father?” Her question has my blood turning hot with rage. I want nothing more than to show her exactly what her father did, but it will come. It will be the first lesson she learns when we allow her upstairs.
“We knew him,” Falcon answers for me because I can’t bring myself to even talk about him to her. Not yet. I will though. There is a time and place for everything. My little mouse will learn. She’s got so much light in her, it hurts to look directly at her, it’s like looking into the goddamned sun. “Get some sleep.”
Falcon is far too nice to her. I turn and glare at him before I make my way up the stairs. We need to talk about the house I found. It’s no doubt her father’s connections. I found things in there which will have the cops crawling all over it soon. I’ve seen some shit in my life when it comes to the bastard, but I’m always sickened by his acts. His acquaintances are no better. Whoever lived there was a vile fucker, and I wish I found him. I would love to introduce him to Indie, my blade.
By the time I reach the ground floor, I make my way straight to Falcon’s cave. The office is a mess, but I shove paperwork to the side and flop onto the sofa. I’m tired. Drained from the recent events. Hawk settles in beside me and Falcon takes the seat at his desk.
“We have a new job,” he says as he pushes papers around on the surface. I don’t know how the hell he finds anything in the heap, but I don’t say anything about it. My mind is still on her. The sweet scent of her fucking perfume is stuck in my nose. The sight of her on her knees before me had images dancing around in my head which I have no right to think. I shouldn’t want her. She’s here to repay her father’s sins, like I told her.
But I can’t deny she’s stunning.
“Are you even listening to me?” Falcon’s question breaks me of my reverie, and I pin him with a glare.