Page 104 of Heirs of Havoc

At least they’re giving me space to figure it all out.

That is until the door swings open. The door I thought I locked. “Alright, Mia. Enough’s enough.”

Chapter Thirty-Eight

Lev’s voice comes into the room. “Not going away today, M&M."

Pulling the sheets over my head, I sink below the blanket before an old rendition of "Happy Birthday" fills the room.

Wait …

“What day is it?” Those are the first four words I’ve uttered to any of these boys in days.

When I pull the sheets under my eyes, Vlad, Lev and Feliks stand in front of my bed. The twins wear their usual black and red sweaters, clinging to their muscles. Feliks opts for a tie-dye hoodie, the yellow in it bringing out his bleached buzz. A golden cake sits in Feliks’ hold, drizzling in chocolate. Long, thin candles light up the dark room. It’s rustic in a glamorous way, my eyes settling on the flowers decorating it. He sings along to the instrumental and none of them care how messy the room they made for me looks. Or how messy I look.

How did I forget it was my birthday?

Not that I want to celebrate.

With another groan, I slide further under the sheets, the images of my father rolling through my mind. Alive. Dead. Alive and dead.

I don’t deserve to see another birthday.

“Come on, Bunny,” Feliks’ voice comes from one side, the music ending. “We’re not leaving you alone on your—oh. Oh, fuck.” He blinks when he lifts the sheets and I know it’s not his t-shirt he’s flustered about. Placing the cake on the vintage side table, he pushes the blanket to my knees. “Alright, let’s go. You need a shower. Or a bath. Maybe both.”

“No,” I groan, rolling away from him. “I don’t want to celebrate. There’s nothing to celebrate. And who told you—” Before I can finish asking how they know it’s my birthday, it hits me. Dominik. But he’s not even here with them, proving to me he doesn’t give a shit what I risked. He doesn’t care about what I did for him.

“Not gonna lie, Mia,” Lev says, moving over to where Feliks stands. He slides a finger through the cake frosting, a flame still ablaze on each candle. “Feliks is right.”

“I don’t care.” Like Dom, I no longer give a fuck about me either.

“We do.” Reaching under the sheets, Feliks wraps his hands around each ankle and pulls. Gripping to the other side of the mattress stops him like a bratty child who doesn’t want to go to school.

“Need some help?” Vlad moves to where my fingers grip, prying my hands off with ease. I squeal when Feliks pulls me off the bed and into his arms. Lev turns the cake to me in time to catch my huff, the candles blowing out from my protests.

He smirks. “Happy Birthday, M&M.” I scowl back, but his grin grows. It’s the last thing I see before I’m swivelled around. Feliks brings me towards the double doors at the side of the room, kicking them open. It reveals a white and gold bathroom I haven’t really explored except to pee. Like the cake, it screams vintage glam. Golden framed mirrors and rustic wooden flooring.

Feliks brings me over to the windows in the corner before placing me in the deep, oval tub. “That’s all you, Ivankov,” Lev calls with a chuckle. “All you.” He says it like I’m a handful, but I’m not. These guys are.

When I try to slide out of the tub, Feliks turns on the tap and pushes me back in. “Relax, Bunny.” The warm water cascades on me and with the golden hose in his hand, he soaks my shirt, the fabric sticking to my skin. “I’ll take care of you. You don’t gotta move. You don’t gotta do anything. Just let me take care of you. You’re safe here.” His eyes lock on me, matching the golden fixtures around us. “I promise.” He sounds so sincere, my shoulders fall, my back sinking into the tub. “Atta girl.”

Reaching over to some fancy bottles at the side, Feliks drops some oils into the water. The room fills with the calming smell of chamomile and him. A comforting herbal blend. Water pours over my hair, the warmth of it making my body settle into the hot, soothing bath.

Okay, the guys were right.

This feels good.

Feliks’ lips come to my head, planting a kiss on my skin. Sparks dance on my skull, a lightness in my chest. “Now, I’m not gonna act like I know how to handle these curls” His fingers rake through my strands and I can hear how dry they are. My hair is in some need of TLC, but I don’t have the energy.

“Leave it,” I mutter, my chin to the ceiling.

“How about you tell me what to do, alright? Just point.” His caring voice soothes me, and I do what he says, pointing to the bottles of shampoo and conditioner at the edge of the tub.

He’s gentle with my hair, massaging my head and that helps me to relax, my back sinking further into the warm tub. “Good, Bunny.”

With one hand on the hose, the other massages my strands. I’m entranced in the way he works his fingers, my eyes closing to the sound of his voice and running water. And just when my muscles loosen, warm water lands between my legs. “Just relax,” he coaxes. It feels good, his soothing words, his firm hands and the pressure of the water in just the right place.

With conditioner in my hair, he trails his fingers down my body before he pulls off my shirt. My nipples harden, cold air coming over them as I sink lower into the tub. A finger grazes over the peaks of my tits before rolling each swollen nipple between his fingers. It’s the most alive my body has felt in days. My lips fall open, my head dropping back onto his chest. It gets ten times hotter when those thick lips press into mine.

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