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We had this place built up from the ground. It’s secluded and safe. A veritable bunker. It’s also full of surprises, and I can’t wait to witness Isabelle’s reaction when she gets the grand tour. Because the modest facade is just that. A decoy.the house expands at the back and underground into eight thousand square feet of reinforced walls, bulletproof windows, and luxurious amenities. We could keep her tucked away and pampered here for weeks without needing any contact with the outside world.

There are ten bedrooms, including one large shared space, with a custom-made bed. All equipped with their own decadent bathrooms and vast walk-in closets filled with clothes and accessories for all five of us. A movie theater, indoor pool, gym, sauna, tennis court, library, professional kitchens, a game room. And more.

We’ve been preparing for this moment for a long while. What we feel for this woman. The lust, the affection… The wild possessiveness. It cannot be described or contained. Isabelle Sinclair is ours, and today we will show her. We’ll claim her, make love to her, fuck her stupid, and make her feel like she’s the most precious being in the world.

Misha’s driving ahead, so when the garage door slides up, I know he must have activated the mechanism. We file in behind what seems from the outside like a simple two-car garage, but once inside turns out to be spacious enough to fit ten sizable vehicles.

When Vito gets to Isabelle’s door, her long, shapely legs stretch out, and she rises off her seat, eyes wide, taking in her surroundings.

“What’s… what’s this place?” she asks, her throaty voice filled with awe.

For the first time since Vito came out of the balcony carrying Isa in his arms, my mouth hooks up to the side, and I know everything will be alright. The four of us together have always been able to accomplish anything we put our mind to. And now that we have our girl by our side? We’re fucking unstoppable.

ISA

I knowI must look like an idiot, but I can’t help it. This place is fucking insane. My eyes go from the four men surrounding me to all the high security and expensive gadgets all around, and I’m floored.

What almost looked like a cozy mountain cabin from the exterior is in fact, a sprawling mansion on the inside. The open floor plan stretches deep into the back. And there’s a fucking elevator, discreetly carved into one wall, that takes us to the lower level, which is even more impressive than the top floor. The guys show me how the different elements of the security system, and I feel like I’m in Fort Knox. Between the reinforced steel, cameras and alarms, everywhere, panic buttons, lock-down areas.

“What is this place?” I ask, standing in the middle of a magnificent family room. All warm, cozy, and luxuriously furnished.

“Ours,” Danni volunteers.

“We had it built,” Misha adds.

“This is our safe place,” Vito chimes in, wrapping an arm around my shoulders.

“No one will harm you here,” Sal concludes.

My head turns from one sexy giant to the other. And I remember. I remember why I used to avoid being in the presence of all four men at the same time. It’s too much. Especially after today’s events. I’m used to violence and extreme situations with my father. But add to that the quadruple effect of The Tetrad? I’m fucking done for.

“Okay, this is a lot,” I sigh, removing my shoes, and settling on the closest couch.

“It’s okay, honey. Maybe you could come get some rest,” Sal says.

I feel the weight of the entire day’s events fall on my shoulders.

“Yeah? That would be okay?”

“Of course, baby,” Vito adds.

CHAPTER 3

OUR

ISA

“Let’s get you settled,” Vito says, his voice soft but firm as he leads me through the hallway, his hand resting lightly on the small of my back. There’s a gentleness to his touch that surprises me, given how rough and dominating he was before. But I’m too tired to think too much about it.

Misha walks ahead, scouting the place. His eyes flick to every corner, every window. Danni and Sal trail behind, and I can feel the tension rolling off them. They’re all on edge, hyper-alert, and I don’t know if that’s comforting or scary.

They bring me to a large master bedroom, with a massive bed draped in thick blankets and soft pillows. It looks like something out of a dream, and I realize how bone-tired I am as I glance at it.

Sal’s the first to break the silence, his usual playful smirk nowhere to be found. “You’ll be safe here,” he says, his voice low, and for once, serious. “We’ll make sure of that.”

I nod, my throat too tight to speak. I should feel relieved, knowing I’m surrounded by men who would literally die to protect me. But it’s hard to let my guard down after years of living under my father’s rule.

VITO

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