Page 90 of Healing Her Lions

Holy shit. If I think about it too hard, I will worry that this is too fast. How can you love three men in a matter of a week? Do I know enough about them? Am I ready to be a lion?

I have always followed my heart. I have to do that now and just fall.

I resume stirring. No big deal. I am entering into a lifelong relationship with three lion shifters who will turn me into one. Just another day in my life.

But when I think about not being with them, my heart breaks. Just imagining not being able to hear them, or touch them, makes my stomach cramp. Haven’t I been searching for this my whole life?

I won’t give them up. I will stay with them forever and have their babies.

Do they want children? I’ll add that to the list of questions. They will be amazing dads.

I shake my head. I made the decision. Logan probably told his brothers about our talk. I hope they were as happy as Logan.

I hum as I add the ingredients. The feeling of peace settles over me.

The bowl flies across the counter as the door explodes inward and two burly men barrel inside. A scream catches in my throat and shock freezes my body.

“Your brother didn’t tell us how hot his sister is,” the brown-haired man says.

“What?” I whisper. My brain has shut down.

“He didn’t,” the other man says, grinning. “Are you going to come with us easily?”

They both step forward at once and it jump-starts my body. My mind screams at my limbs to act.

I throw the spoon in their direction, lunge for my phone, and turn to run. If I lock myself in the bedroom, I can climb out the window and call for help.

I take five steps before one of them reaches me. They must be shifters because the grip on my hair is brutal.

“No, no, little girl,” he growls. “We are going somewhere to talk.” He yanks hard, and my head collides with his chest.

“Fuck you,” I hiss through my teeth. “I’m not going anywhere with you.” He smells like sweat, gas, and cigarettes.

“Isn’t she cute, Lenny?” He turns us to face the door and my thoughts scatter.

“She is.” Lenny steps close and grips my chin. “You think you have a choice?”

“What do you want?” I ask desperately, hoping by some miracle the guys will come back just in time.

“Money,” he says simply.

“My brother,” I state sadly.

“He owes a lot of money. You are going to help us get that money.” He squeezes my jaw painfully. “If you are lucky and come easily, maybe you will live.”

I should have come easily, but that just isn’t in my nature to give up, especially when someone wants to hurt me. I hate that his cruel face might be the last thing I see.

The grip on my hair is almost too painful and the panic is flooding my body. But I can’t give them what they want. I can’t go with them willingly.

I am surprised when I bite the hand at my jaw, and he stumbles back. I try not to gag from the taste of his hand. His friend behind me must be surprised as well when I lunge out of his grip and spring to the counter. I have several knives by the stove. My fingers just grip one when an arm circles my waist and pulls. Luckily, the momentum helps bring the blade out of the holder and I swing wildly when my feet leave the ground.

“Get the fucking knife,” Lenny yells. I make contact with Lenny’s thigh and he grunts. “Hurry up.”

“Jesus, little hellcat.” The other man jumps in the line of danger and grips my wrist harshly, causing me to cry out in pain.

I don't stop thrashing, hitting whatever body part I can with my legs. Lenny falls back onto the counter and the flour spills all over the three of us. The other man reaches with his other hand and rips the knife from my hand, throwing it across the room, but in the process, it slices open my hand.

I groan in pain.

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