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Falk’s and Finn’s hands tighten on me. Falk’s fingers are on my scalp, Finn’s on my cheeks and lips.

“And I’d be eternally grateful if you agree to have your piercings stretch my ass one day. Give me your cum. Please, Mason.”

The mental image I planted in his head does it to him. Mason finishes off on his sculpted stomach, jerking his hips with how hard he came.

He grabs a paper towel from the counter behind him, wiping himself, and tosses it to the nearby trash can.

While he does, Finn slashes through the cling film and Falk wipes me between my legs, then pulls up my underwear.

Mason walks up to me, kissing my forehead. “You’ve been so good. Now, we’ll tell you everything. But first, tell that monster you call aunt you won’t be seeing her anytime soon. As in, never.”

CHAPTER NINETEEN

Mason and I sit up against the headboard of my bed, just the two of us cuddled together.

Falk finished showering a minute ago and is in the process of setting the alarms around the house, and Finn’s in there now. He could’ve used his, but he likes having my smell on him. Same as the other two.

Same as I love their smell on me. Of their colognes, shampoo, their cum.

All of them.

Ping. Ping. Ping. Ping.

Four messages light up my phone, ruining the perfect silence. Ruining the joy of listening to Falk walking around the house, of Mason’s beating heart, and the water pelting over Finn’s body in the shower.

“It’s her, isn’t it?” I hear Mason’s scowl as his lips move on the top of my head.

“Let’s see.” Reluctantly, I reach for the nightstand.

Mallie: Ungrateful little girl, so much like your mother.

Mallie: I fucking baked for you. Spent the last of Thorn’s paycheck on takeout for you. You owe me for this.

Mallie: I’ll be sending you the bill. Your filthy godfathers can afford to reimburse me.

Mallie: And P.S. You’re disgustingly spoiled. Bad things happen to spoiled girls, mark my words.

I gasp and Mason—who read the texts over my head with me—pulls me closer to his now-covered chest.

We both wear T-shirts now, but they do nothing to stop the shivers raking through me. The house’s heating and the thick blankets are no help to curb the horror at the way she talks to me.

Her words are venom. A poison trickling into my veins. Sucking the air out of me.

“How dare she,” Mason seethes. His hand clutches on my bicep, his heart pounding in a slow, furious rhythm. “No one talks to you that way. Fucking no one.”

Finn steps out of my shower, wearing nothing but his sweatpants and a growing angry frown.

“What did the bitch say?” He rakes his fingers through his wet hair.

“Come see this shit.” Mason drags me to him, giving his brother room on the other side of me.

In large, menacing steps, Finn annihilates the space separating us. He ducks into the bed under the cover, the heat of his body soothing some of my anxiety.

Once he’s seated next to me, another message comes through.

Thorn: I bought you a present, you cunt. I’m sending you the receipt along with Mom’s.

“Oh, is that right?” Finn growls, snatching my phone away.

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