Page 95 of Heirs of Havoc

“Always am.” His voice rumbles against my head when I rest it on his chest. His heart pounds against my ear, a sting coming to my nose.

My emotions are hard to contain. I never thought I’d see him again.

“What the hell happened?” The sound of a guitar comes from behind me and that makes my body still.

Turning around, Feliks perches on the large desk, a warmth filling me. A sling wraps across his shoulder, but he still plucks at his strings.

“Feliks.” When he looks up, those golden orbs lock onto mine. And now I’m running towards him like this is some sort of fucked up family reunion.

When my arms fly around him, he lets out a groan. I release him, stepping back. “Careful, Bunny.”

Looking around the room, they all look at me with the same intensity they had that night. My stomach twists, flutters, dancing in my core. “You’re all here.”

“Not all,” Lev says, his brother joining him against the rail. They cross their arms, tattoos blending into each other. “But you know where the other guy is.”

“I’m just happy to know my brother isn’t fucking the enemy,” Vlad mutters, his eyes settling into a harsh glare.

“Yet,” Lev replies, but his eyes don’t move from me.

My brows furrow. “The enemy.” Is that what we still are?

When I glance at Feliks, he lowers his eyes to his strings. And when I look back at Lev, he turns to his brother. “That’s right.” Vlad takes a step closer, towering over me. His broad shoulders make me feel like they say I am. A little mouse. “Because once again, you got our guy fucked.”

“You know where he is.” My eyes bounce between the three of them, trying to read them for answers, but their rigid faces don’t tell me a thing. “How do you know?”

“It’s obvious, Mia,” Feliks says. “It’s you. You’re always the problem. No different this time.”

The problem.

He’s right. That’s exactly what I am. “What can I do?” I ask. “I didn’t mean for this to happen. You guys held me hostage.”

“You're blaming this on us, Bunny?” Feliks asks, his voice sounding calmer than his words.

I continue to explain. “The day those guys came, I told Dom I’d go home, find my father and end this.” Tears blur my eyes. “I knew what would happen if I didn’t.” My hands slap by my sides. “This.”

A finger comes under my chin, heat coming with it. As my head lifts, my eyes settle on Vlad’s deep blues. “Don’t cry, Mia Mouse,” he says. “Not until I make you.”

My voice shakes. “What can I do? Let me fix this.”

“Damn,” Lev lets out a sound that sounds more like a groan. “Make her beg some more.” When I glance at him, he looks at me with hungry eyes. Hooded and low.

“Good idea,” Vlad says, his finger falling from my chin. “You want to help, Merlo?”

“Of course, I do. I—”

“Kneel.” He points a finger to the wooden floor, taking a step back.

Looking around the room, Milo’s gone but these three guys stare at me, expecting me to bow to their words.

“Might wanna hop to it, Bunny,” Feliks urges. When I turn to him, he moves to the door, locking it.

Are they testing me? Or torturing me?

With shaky legs, I drop to my knees, knowing if I don't, they'll make me.

“You want to help, huh?” Vlad looks down at me.

“I mean…” Lev appears on the other side of me, both twins looking down like that day in the kitchen. A rush of butterflies burst through my gut. “She doesn’t have a choice, does she?”

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