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“I remember,” I tell them. “Everything.” I glare at Liam.

“Who did this to you? Tell us so we can make sure they pay. You’re never leaving me again.” Kyrian ignores me, just wanting to know where to swing his fists.

He could start with his own damn uncle.

“I think he has other ideas about that.” I nod my head in Liam’s direction. “It doesn’t matter who did this to me. I don’t matter to anyone.”

If I could roll over and curl into a ball I would. But that’s not possible; my body still hurts too much to move.

“What are you talking about, Little Mouse?” It kills me how he still has this undeniable power over me, making me want to be everything he wants. To submit to him.

“You know what you said. I heard you. I woke up, and no one was around. I was going to come find you and heard you. I’m nothing. Just a blip on the radar. A hole to fill. Isn’t that what you said, Liam?”

It’s then that realization dawns on all of them.

“Little Mouse, those may have been my words, but I meant none of them,” Liam begins as he slides his chair closer up to the side of my bed and takes my hand in his. I try to pull away, but he tightens his grip as he places the other hand on top of it.

I can’t look at him; it hurts too much. Instead, I look at the other two men. Each of them gazing back at me with pain-filled eyes. Killian places a hand on my foot, squeezing gently.

“A year ago, my sister and brother-in-law were killed. The man who did it was released from custody before we had a chance to react. I had to be there for my nephews, instead of seeking swift justice against the person who did it. The driver was drunk and should never have been behind the wheel. At the time, we didn’t know if it was an attack on our family or not. I’m not sure if you know who we are?”

“I’m sorry about your family, and I’m not an idiot. I may not have known who you were at first, but I’ve heard your name. I’d be a fool not to know who your family is. I just didn’t know you by face. But what does that have to do with me? I didn’t kill anyone.”

“No, but your father did. I saw your resemblance to him, and we bought you. We planned to use you to get to him,” Liam continues.

I can’t help the sarcastic laugh that comes from me, but I’m quickly rewarded with a surge of pain.

“You were wrong there. As you can see, he cares nothing for me.” Then, under my breath, I mumble, “Neither does Mama.”

“I know that now. It never had anything to do with you, but my need for revenge. I felt like you were lying but I also had this obsessive pull to you. Unlike anything I’ve felt before, I panicked. Elena, you brought out feelings that I thought I had buried, and I was scared to admit what I felt. I knew Kyrian was already enamored with you, and Killian was battling his feelings the same as me. I never meant the words I said, nor did I mean for you to hear them.”

I take in what he says. I only heard part of the conversation. It’s not like I know what else they said. They came, when no one else did, to be with me. They’ve treated me better than anyone else ever has. Sure they used my body for their pleasure but I enjoyed it. They… especially Liam, brings out something in me I didn’t know about myself—the need to be praised and used… to be a good little submissive as he calls it.

“So, what do you feel? All three of you?”

It’s not Liam who answers, but Killian.

“Love, Cookie. We all feel love. And anger. You being here in this hospital isn’t acceptable. Knowing that if we had expressed our feelings that night, if we had admitted not only to you, but ourselves, how we feel about you, then you wouldn’t be here. Instead, you’d be healthy, and in our bed, our home, with the three of us.”

“Three?” Over the course of the weekend, it was so comfortable being with each of them, together. It felt natural and I wanted it. But is that even a possibility? Can three men share one woman? Can one woman… can I keep three men happy?

“Yes. There’s no way any of us are letting you go again. You’re ours. We don’t care that we have to share you, just as long as we have you.”

My heart lightens with their words.

“You mean that. You wouldn’t make me choose between the three of you?”

“No,” they answer in unison.

I’ve wanted so long to be cared for like this. I’d be a fool not to try, to throw away a chance over a misunderstanding. I don’t care that they’re the deadliest family in the world. Plus, if I could love my mama through every hurtful word and action for years then surely I can move past one hurtful comment said by a scared man.

“Now we need to talk about what happened when you went home that night, Little Mouse. Who did this to you?”

I spend the next hour retelling the story of that dreadful night. Then when the police show up, I do it again. By the end, I’m a sobbing mess, wrapped in Liam’s arms as Killian and Kyrian head out to change clothes, promising to return tomorrow. It seems Liam won the bet of who gets to spend the night with me.

He called it an honor. Fuck, this man does things to me.

Chapter 28

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