Page 23 of Room One Hundred and Eighteen

I turn and my heart sinks at the smug look on Evan’s face. “Don’t do anything stupid, Evan.”

“I’m not doing anything stupid. I’m righting a gigantic wrong.” His head cocks and he glares at me. “Did you know that my mother was kicked out of college because of what she said to your mother. She thought she was sleeping with the dean of students and it turns out she was a virgin so everyone knew that wasn’t the truth. So she was ostracized. She couldn’t get any other job because of those charges. This company should have been my mother’s. She was dating your father. And your mother just threw that stuff out there and they charged mine with bullying and kicked her out of school. She couldn’t get another scholarship so her academic career was over. Just like your life and your company are about to be.”

And then he jumps for me. I dart around the coffee table in the room, grabbing a vase and lobbing it at him, flowers, water and all. He grins but it’s a psychotic thing to see.

I dart around him and head for the back door but before I can get there, he grabs my foot and I slam into the ground my eyes watering and my body aching like I’ve been felled by a linebacker during the Super Bowl.

I scrabble to get away from him, rolling over and kicking him in the face. Smiling when he grunts in pain and shuffles backward, blood streaming down his nose.

Before I can get moving again, he screams and lunges at me, his hands wrapping around my throat and squeezing. Dots dance behind my eyes and my mouth is open, gasping for air. I push and pull at his hands, trying to get them off of my throat as pain erupts in my chest and throat, my body straining for anything at all to keep it alive at this point.

“Shit!” My eyes close and I know I must be fading fast because I think I heard one of my men. Maybe Cash.

But that’s just wishful thinking. Nobody’s here and I’m gonna die. I was an idiot.

But then sweet air barrels into my chest and the pressure on my throat is gone. It hurts and I gasp painfully.

I gasp and choke, rolling over and sitting up. Max catches me to him and holds me so tight that I squeak and he loosens his grip.

“I’m so happy to see you.” I cough and choke and whimper through the pain, my voice barely audible.

I look over and see Cash has Evan on the ground and he’s banging his head off the floor while he’s handcuffed. I nod towards them and Max grunts.

“Too bad for him. It’s less than he deserves.”

Sirens break through the quiet of the night and I groan, closing my eyes when a paramedic rushes through the door.

“Oh fuck” I groan, barely able to force the words past my lips.

“Don’t even think about it. You’re going to get checked out. That’s it.”

I glance at the three men around me and smile. “Fine,” I whisper hoarsely.

Reid leans down and kisses my forehead. “I’m gonna punish the hell out of you when we get you home, sweetheart. You broke the rules and bad girls get spankings.”

I grin and lean back, letting them look at me. That doesn’t really sound so bad to me. As a matter of fact, I think I’m looking forward to all of it.

And to spending the rest of my life with my three men. I had no idea when I saw them without their masks that love and happiness was just a breath away with them.

The End!

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Epilogue: Cash

I can’t stop smiling and it’s a little scary. I’ve got every damn thing I want. Reid married our girl but she’s all of ours.

And she’s smiling at our three daughters. Three little girls that are the moon and stars for all of us. Court laughs at us when the girls twist us around their chubby little fingers. But they are the spitting image of their mother and there’s no way that we’d ever tell her no unless it was something that could hurt her.

Or another man. If any man looks at her one of us make sure to put them in their place and we always will. Not even three children and our fourth on the way has settled any of us. We’re still feral when it comes to her.

Little Dee runs into the room and catches her heel on the carpet, slipping and falling. She immediately starts wailing. She’s the youngest at two and my heart breaks when I see tears rolling down her cheeks.

I catch her up and throw her up in the air, kissing her chubby little cheeks and trying to put a smile on her face.

“Hey, sweetheart! It’s all good.” I sit her down and check out the very tiny scratch on her knee. I lean down and kiss it, blowing a raspberry below it and making her giggle which makes my heart stall and then pound.

Fuck! I love my girls.

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