4
Wes
I can’t stop lookingat her face. Her eyes are closed, but the skin around them is red and puffy from crying. Her bottom lip is still trembling, even though the rest of her body seems to have stopped shaking. Trey is holding her almost naked form close to his chest as he carries her out of the elevator.
We take a few steps into the living area and stop. For a long time, we just stand there in silence. No one has said a word since we left that room, but one look at my brothers and I know we are all thinking the same thing.
We are crossing the line.
We have tortured and killed countless people, many when we were still working for the government, a lot for our own gain and some simply for vengeance. But this is different. She is innocent, I know it and so do my brothers. Even though hurting her would be the best and most brutal way to get to her father, it would also mean we would cross a line we haven’t before…a line we are hovering over right now.
Two hours ago, I was ready to cross that line without a second thought. Now I’m not sure anymore. When I heard that guttural pained cry coming from her throat, things suddenly changed. It wasn’t the physical pain that formed her cry into a knife slicing through my chest, it was the emotional hurt hidden in it. Judging by my brothers’ reactions and the look on their faces now, they felt it too.
“Well, that didn’t go as I thought it would,” Trey finally breaks the silence.
“You think?” Declan replies dryly. “What are we going to do with her now?”
“Let’s sleep for a few hours and regroup then.” I turn to Trey. “But first, I need you to send the message. Here, let me have her. We’ll put her…” I trail off, looking at her already roughed up wrists. If we tie her up again tonight, her wrists will be bloody by the morning, and I can’t risk her getting an infection.
“I’ll put her in my bed tonight. Maybe we can turn one of the rooms downstairs into a cell tomorrow.”
Trey hands her over to me and in her now sleeping state, she cuddles into my chest.
Fuck.
I carry her to my room and deposit her on the bed, where she curls up into herself. She’s so fucking tiny and looks like she belongs in my bed. Shaking my head, I pull the blanket over her before leaving the room. I feel like I need to step away from her for a moment. Seeing her, smelling her, touching her…it’s messing with my head, making me think things I shouldn’t be thinking. I need to focus on what’s at stake here, not the temptress laying on my sheets.
Declan is waiting outside my room, arms crossed, scowling at me like I’m about to get a lecture…which I’m sure is coming in a matter of seconds.
“We should have just killed her when I told you to. This is a fucking mess. We all would have been better off if she was already dead…her included. I can tell what happened back there is weighing on you. If you can’t handle it, I’ll do it. Just say the word brother.”
I grind my teeth together. I know Declan means well, and he might be right, she may wish she was dead when all this is over, but I’m not ending her life, not yet.
“Let’s just see what happens after he gets the video. He could give us the stick as soon as tomorrow. Then we’ll have the info we need, and we can put an end to all of this once and for all.”
“Message sent,” Trey announces, gliding around the corner. “Let’s hit the hay.” He walks past us and strolls into my room as if he belongs there as well.
Declan just shakes his head and storms off. I walk back into my room to find Trey undressing. I do the same and when we are both down to boxers, we slip into the bed on either side of her. I don’t tie her up again, we are both light sleepers and there is no way she leaves this bed without one of us knowing. Plus, even if…where is she going to go? The elevator won’t even open for her.
“I still want to fuck her,” Trey whispers once we are settled in the bed. I already know he wants her…wants her pleasure more than he wants her pain. He is trying to hide it, but he can’t hide anything from me. We’re brothers. Family. All his sick and twisted wants, fantasies, I know about them. All the things he’s done, all the people he’s killed, the blood, the guilt that stains his hands. I know all of it.
“I figured that’s why you’re here…I want her too.”
“I know.”
* * *
The momentI feel something move next to me, my eyes fly open. Jessa is lying on her back, slowly scooting up a few inches while clutching onto the blanket in front of her chest like it can save her from us. What she doesn’t know is there isn’t any saving her. She’s in the lion’s den, and we plan to ravage her until there’s nothing left.
“Morning, Princess,” I murmur and prop myself up on my elbow while taking in her bare shoulders. I want to rip that comforter from her hands so I can see her again, but I’ll give her a minute to wake up first. I’m a dick, even on my best days, but nothing compared to Trey.
“Please, stop calling me that,” she says softly, her voice small and fragile, just like the rest of her. I like knowing that the little nickname we gave her makes her uncomfortable. At the very least, I can keep her squirming in her skin while we wait for her father to give us the answers we need.
Trey stirs on the other side of her, sucking in a deep breath and stretching his arms above his head. A smirk pulls at his lips when he realizes where he is, and the events that took place over the last few hours.
“Morning, Princess,” he yawns, cracking his neck. She sighs in annoyance.
“Why are you covering up?” Trey purrs a moment later. He is far less patient than me and tugs on the blanket right away. The fabric slips from her hands, leaving her completely exposed minus her panties. Her chest starts rising and falling at a quicker than normal pace and I can’t help but watch her tits sway with each breath. Trey slides up next to her, his sudden movement making her flinch.