Page 27 of Revengeful Punks (Dolls and Douchebags)

“Anywho, I’m going to distract Logan. Let him think everything is fine for the day until I kidnap him when the sun goes down.” I smile at Dom as he clutches at his chest, right over his heart.

“You ever try to leave me, I’ll chase you down and tie you to me forever.” Dom grins such a predatory smile, white teeth flashing, that I actually believe him.

“What do you need?” Nicola asks eagerly, leaning forward, her eyes sparkling with delight.

She’s really just as bloodthirsty as her brother. I’m here for it.

“Duct tape, blindfold, somewhere remote that’s soundproof. I should be able to find the rest of what I need on hand. Nicola, I need you to do something extra for me that you might enjoy, it involves Paris. Oh! Evan, do you have something I can change my voice with? Star Wars maybe?” I smile wildly as Evan chokes and coughs while Nicola laughs and pounds on his back until he can breathe again.

“Fuck yeah! Count me in. Time to mess up that bitch’s face.” Nicola rubs her hands together in glee and bounces on her toes.

“I have just the thing. When do you need this all by?” Evan asks in a raspy voice, his eyes watering.

“Not tomorrow but the next day.” I think about it but I’m startled as Tey picks me up suddenly by the waist and tosses me onto the bed next to Dom once he’s standing.

I land with a thump, giggling, and Dom pushes my hair out of my face as he nuzzles my neck. I watch Tey quickly grab Evan and Nicola by their arms, pulling them off the bed and towards the bedroom door with his arms thrown over each of their shoulders.

“It’s been fun but the grown-ups need some privacy. Get those things together and I’ll text you with a location. Good chat. Byeeee.” Tey ushers them out and slams the door in their stunned faces, their mouths gaping wide.

“I guess that’s one way to get guests to leave,” Dom drawls out against the spot between my neck and shoulder, nipping at the sensitive skin there.

“I needed them out of here before I came in my pants. You can’t talk about kidnapping like that, sweetcheeks, without getting me fucking hard. Just look at what you did to me,” Tey growls, palming the hard, big bulge in the front of his black jeans.

“Poor baby. Come here.” I open my arms wide for him and he leaps onto the bed without hesitating, crawling towards me on hands and knees with a sexy smirk that gets my blood pumping.

“Careful. Our girl took a pounding earlier. How’s your ass feeling, Mama? Sore?” Dom rumbles from behind me. I can hear the pleased, cocky tone in his voice as he squeezes me in his arms.

“You had anal without me?” Tey gasps so hard that I’m surprised he doesn’t faint as he shoves his shoulders between my legs and settles his head on my stomach.

“It was everything, Tey. This is going to sound silly or cheesy, but I feel healed.” I sigh, relaxing back into Dom’s arms, and start running my hands through Tey’s bright blond hair as he lifts my shirt to rub his scruff against my stomach.

“It’s not silly, Mama. We all hold onto trauma differently and heal in our own ways. You need me to fuck you until you’re healed, I’m here. You need ice cream and a sappy movie to cry, I’m here,” Dom says in a serious tone into my ear, making my breath hitch.

“Fuck, man. You should write poems. That even made me tear up. What he said. You want to hold my unicorn?” Tey mutters against the soft skin of my stomach and shuffles around until he pulls his stuffed unicorn out of his front pocket.

These men. They're killing me. I don’t think my heart can take it.

“I love you guys,” I manage to choke out and gently grab the stuffed animal, putting it between my shoulder and neck so it’s cuddled up next to me.

“Love you, Tillie.” Tey sighs heavily, sinking further into the bed like we’re in our own little bubble.

“Love you,” Dom rasps in Spanish, his voice low and sexy at the same time.

We lay there for a little bit in silence, the sound of our relaxed breathing fills the room. I play with Tey’s hair and start to gently braid it so he doesn’t notice. Dom strokes my arm up and down so slowly that I think he’s drifting to sleep. I don’t blame him, I’m tired as hell but my mind is still racing.

“Is it okay if I admit I’m scared shitless about tomorrow?” I break the silence, biting my lip hard so I can keep my breathing from going out of control.

“If you weren’t scared, I would think there’s something wrong with you. We all have our fears. I think you’re fucking brave for facing yours,” Tey mumbles sleepily into my stomach.

“You guys will be there the whole time? I don’t think I can do this alone…” I admit, feeling my stomach drop to my ass at the thought of them not being there to have my back.

“Every step of the way, Mama. Don’t worry, we aren’t going anywhere,” Dom promises in a hard voice, his accent thicker than usual.

I find comfort in that spoken promise, already knowing Dom won’t break his word, and my gut tells me the rest of the guys won’t leave me either. That reminds me about something.

“Where did everyone go?” I ask curiously, getting to the top part of Tey’s hair and braiding it in even rows.

“Dalton went to scope out possible areas of escape near the warehouse with some of the Hell’s Devils keeping him company just in case things go south. Nicky and Logan are heading to the precinct to see what they can find on Franco’s computer there.” Tey drops that bomb on me like it’s no big deal and grunts as I suddenly sit up, shoving him off me.

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