Page 33 of Wicked Revenge

Fuck. This man is built like a brick-shit-house. My already rock-hard cock twitches beneath this red-haired beauty.

Down boy, read the fucking room.

“Me too,” Royal sighs, rubbing his hands down his face before discreetly adjusting himself, but I saw it. Royal is curious too. I smirk at both of them, keeping my inner thoughts to myself for once. “What are we going to do about Doc?” he asks.

“I know she said he wasn’t on her list, whatever the fuck that is supposed to mean, but I think he still needs to die. He obviously did something for her to react that way to him,” Alek says, moving back to his side of the bed, pulling the covers from under me and Raena before climbing into the middle next to me. He sits with his back against the headboard and tucks the covers around both of us.

“I agree with Daddy,” I smirk at him. “He needs to die. When I questioned him at Twisted, he insisted that he didn’t recognize her, but I’m not willing to risk it. Also, as much as it pains me to say, I think we need to wait for her to wake up and ask her what she wants to do. This is her decision to make.”

They both nod back at me. I can be wise. Sometimes. “Besides, we already know she isn’t afraid to get a little stabby. I want to see my girl get her revenge. I think that starts with Doc. We can help her take her power back.”

“I agree. We wait until she wakes up and she can tell us what she wants. But he is a threat regardless. If she chooses to spare him, he will stay locked up until King is dead. I won’t risk him exposing her to King,” Royal says.

“Agreed,” Alek and I say in unison.

“Okay. Now, do we know why she was at Jackson’s house tonight, dressed like us?” Royal asks, and I hadn’t really thought about it until then.

“Well, she was dressed the same when I saw her at Twisted earlier tonight. Maybe she saw us going in there and followed us in? I don’t fucking know.” I’m confused as fuck. She is obviously terrified of King. Why would she be at one of his ranking guards' houses? Does she know him? “You don’t think she was fucking him do you?” I ask, rage boiling in my veins at the thought of her with another man. Which is crazy, but I don’t really give a fuck.

She is ours.

“No!” Royal says harshly, his bright blue eyes darkening to a shade that matches his name. “She isn’t fucking him.”

“Okay, well she’s going to have to tell us when she wakes up then because I don’t fucking know. Let’s just get some sleep. It’s already almost daylight. We have to be up in a few hours to deal with King’s bullshit about this fucking hunter,” I say, exhaustion weighing heavy on me.

Alek nods his head, scooting down in the bed and spooning the both of us. “Get in or get out, Royal. We need a few hours of sleep before the shit show starts again,” he says, lifting the covers in invitation behind him.

Royal doesn’t even hesitate, slipping in behind him. Royal is a big guy, but Alek is huge. Royal being the big spoon in this little love nest is hilarious.

“Hey Royal, try not to poke daddy in the ass tonight. I don’t want him humping my leg in his sleep,” I jab at him.

“Shut up, Maddie,” Alek tells me.

Somehow I earn a head slap from one of them, but it's too dark to tell now without the bathroom light illuminating the room.

“Ow, fucker. You’re going to wake her up.” Neither of them respond, choosing silence instead to torture me. “Sleep tight, assholes,” I finally say, snuggling my Cherry tighter and inhaling her scent as I let the exhaustion and darkness take me under.

***

“No no no! Please, stop! Noooooo.”

I’m jolted awake with a sharp pain to my abdomen, my stab wound is screaming. It takes me a few seconds to clear the sleep from my eyes to realize that it’s Raena thrashing and screaming on top of me.

Alek and Royal remain dead to the world as I grip her waist tightly to my body, swing my legs over the side of the bed and take her into the bathroom. She’s quiet, but she’s still struggling in my grasp when I shut the door and turn the light on.

“Cherry, you’re safe here. It’s a nightmare,” I tell her, sitting down on the floor with her straddling my legs. I pull back away from her to grip her face, rubbing my fingers into her hair as I speak to her. “Hey, it’s okay. I’ve got you. It’s just a dream.”

The fight leaves her body as she sags against my hold, her tightly shut eyelids starting to open. When her emerald green eyes find mine, they widen, and her breath catches her throat.

“Who are you?” she asks, her voice hoarse, barely a whisper. Oh shit! I forgot she has never seen my face without the mask, unlike my brothers who came out of that exam room unmasked.

“I’m Maddox, baby. It’s okay. Just breathe for me. I’m not going to hurt you.” My brothers must have told her my name because she let’s out a sigh she was holding in, and the tension leaves her body instantly.

I release her face and rest my hands at my sides to show her I’m not a threat. Her eyes slowly roam my face, trailing down my body before she reaches out and gently touches the bandage at my side, her face paling as she realizes that I’m the one she stabbed last night.

“Oh my God! I stabbed you.” Her eyes widen in shock.

“You did. It’s okay. It was crazy hot,” I wink at her, grinning widely.

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