Page 52 of Justice for Puck Bunnies

There, in the middle of the long mirror, Brad’s hyping himself up and cursing LaMille’s name. He’s showered and is in only a towel.

“Fucking little league and his cheap shots.”

He turns his jaw to examine the black eye in the harsh light.

“Still pretty, though,” he says with a chuckle. “Chicks are gonna love how rough I look.”

My phone clicks softly when I flip the setting to “silent,” but Brad doesn’t notice. He’s too busy grinning at himself.

The camera winks on and I record Brad’s soliloquy.

“She’ll come home eventually. Of course she will. Look at me.”

He loudly grunts and flexes his arms to show off his front lats.

“Fucking insane.” He nods at himself. “No one resists me.”

He switches to his bicep and twists slightly to the side. He slaps the muscle and grits out a, “Fuck, yeah.”

Brad leans against the sink, points at himself, narrows his gaze at his reflection, then smiles.

“She’s torturing you on purpose, but she’ll submit. They always do. No one can withstand my ultimate alpha game.”

On it goes for several more minutes. I don’t record it all, but I get plenty.

And I decide to hold my piss so he doesn’t know I’ve been here.

Now, to figure out what to do with the video.

Or not to do.

I’ll act responsibly.

Make Trick proud.

But also make Izzy and Mason proud.

...who would definitely have different opinions on what my responsibility is.

What to do? Hmmm . . .

Chapter Nine

Izzy

In the days that follow, the four of us are in an uncomfortable holding pattern. It’s like the guys are afraid to be around me, and I’m so nervous I can’t be calm around them.

They’ve separately reassured me they’ll keep my secret.

They’ve each promised I have a place to stay as long as I want it.

They’ve each confirmed they’ll support me no matter what happens next.

To add insult to injury, being around them all is making my body respond in the worst way possible. I’ve been cramping at inconvenient times. My stupid omega parts want their stupid male parts. That’s all. Purely a biological demand. This was an issue with Brad too.

Granted, never like this.

Now it happens daily, and usually when I’m trying to work through what’s happened and how to handle the three men sharing the space—which is often.

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