Page 16 of Three Billionaire Bodyguards and a Sneaky Mafia Princess

They seemed to be exiting the building through the back entrance and were now passing through a large industrial kitchen. House of Saber also served meals for their higher-paying members; she’d discovered when she scoped out the place.

“Ah, gentlemen. I played my part well, yes?” Yasneyev Sergey said, coming upon them unexpectedly, wiping his mouth with a napkin, the smell of French fries coming off him.

“I can do the acting now, right?” He laughed jovially.

Gone was the scary-looking mafia man, and in his place was a beaming Russian. What was going on? What part? Why was he talking to them as if hereveredthem when, just about an hour ago, he didn’t care who they were and was not afraid of them?

“You did great, Sergey,” River said, smiling affectionately at the older man as they shook hands.

“Agreed,” Brent said, shaking his hand as well, before Cash did the same.

So, maybe her brain was fried a little. A side effect from a public spanking, a butt plug insertion, plus orgasms, too many to count, but eventually Orchid figured things out.

She gasped so loudly that the men turned to look at her and stared directly into her mouth, which had formed a big gaping hole on her face to demonstrate her shock.

“That was all a prank? On me?” She asked when she got her voice back.

“It was good, yes? You believed it,” the Russian said, smiling so broadly at her that his cheeks nearly swallowed his eyes. Um, where was Mr. Scary Bratva? He didn’t exist, clearly.

Argh. Brent, River, and Cash had duped her. They’d tricked her.

“You… You lying, scheming, devious, deceitful bastards,” she cried, banging her fists on their chests and poking their pecs with her fingers. “You arrogant, conceited, dickwads. You made me believe all that was true. I thought we were going to die. Youspankedme,” she shouted, drawing the attention of the people who worked in the kitchen.

“I’m sorry,” she told the kitchen staff. They didn’t have to witness her going batshit crazy on the billionaires who tricked her like that.

“You better take that one home and give her another spanking,” Yasneyev Sergey said, still laughing. Oh no. She was not going anywhere with them. Oh, but how she longed to stay so she could grind the heel of her boot into their toes. They deserved it. How could she have fallen for it?

“We don’t have any jurisdiction here, Orchid,” she mimicked in a deep voice, because that was what they’d said to her. They hadjurisdiction, freaking everywhere they went, no matter where it was. Why did she fall for that? Stupid Orchid.

“You lying snakes,” she hissed and gave each of them another pounding fist punch on their chests before she turned around to leave. She hoped she never saw them again. Assholes.

“You’re right, we should take her home,” she heard Cash say as he came after her. Over her dead body. She snatched a frying pan off a table, and she wasn’t afraid to use it on his head. They were just lucky she didn’t pepper spray their asses for what they’d done.

She didn’t stand a chance even with an aluminum pan in her hand. Cash allowed her to struggle for a few seconds before he divested her of her weapon, wrapped his arms around her knees, and tossed her over his shoulder. She immediately began to pummel his back.

“Put me down, you beast. Put me down.”

He swatted her backside, which reignited each and every single strike they’d given her before. Her poor body was so confused. While half of her writhed with pure fury, the other half of her had to fight against the war of being so damn affected by their nearness, their touch.

From the corner of her eye, she saw the Russian hand River a pair of fluffy handcuffs.

“Thanks, man. You’re the best,” River said, and then proceeded to grab both her hands and handcuff them behind her back while she was still slung over Cash’s shoulder.

The absolute fucking nerve of these men.

“You know what they say about payback,” Brent said conversationally as she tried to bite Cash’s ear off.

She’d done so well not to be affected by them. Then they spanked her and made her come, and now everything was a fucking mess, and she was turned upside down on Cash’s shoulder before she was dumped into their car.

Her mouth had not stopped working, though. She went through the alphabet calling them every name she could think of. Assholes. Bozos. Clowns. Doofuses. Egomaniacs. Fucktards.

“Can we do something about that mouth of hers?” Brent asked, from the driver’s seat.

“On it,” Cash said, who had been sitting next to her in the back seat. He pulled her onto his lap, and River, in the front passenger seat, leaned over and dragged her panties down her legs.

Oh no, they wou—

They did. Cash used her panties, still wet, as a gag, and then managed to tie them behind her head. Arg. She was going to kill them.

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