Page 18 of Three Billionaire Bodyguards and a Sneaky Mafia Princess

“We didn’t,” Brent said. “There was no audience. It was just you and us.”

“What? You made me believe there were people watching me, oh my god.”

“You are a little psycho for playing us like that, but you’re our little psycho, and no one, no man on this fucking planet, getsto see your body but us,” Cash said with such seriousness, she swallowed.

Their little psycho.

Heat flooded her all over again. Dear god, when was it going to stop?

“Well, I think we’re even now. I fed you baby sedatives and drew dicks on your face and sent them to my friend so she could laugh, and you made me think we were going to die if you didn’t spank me in front of an audience. Well played. We’re definitely even.

“Now I need to pee and take a shower and change into something warm, and if you still want to tie me up again on this chair, at least I’ll be comfortable. Besides, I only have a few more hours left here anyway before I get to go home.”

She didn’t think they would actually let her go, but they set her free without saying another word.

“Thank you,” she said, and holding her head up high, she went up to Brent and retrieved her earrings from his pocket and then to River and took her panties back. Thank you very much.

She marched upstairs and into the bedroom assigned to her. She felt funny. Strange. Well duh, a spanking would do that to a girl.

She called Lizzie and gave her a truncated account of events because even she didn’t understand any of it yet. But understand what exactly. Point proven.

She took an extra-long shower and changed into a pair of pajamas, silk pants, and a shirt ensemble. Her brain kept replaying every touch, every orgasm, every time her heart beat in their company. And every time she thought about it, she pushed it out of her mind.

What was she even doing?

She needed to sleep. It was already after one in the morning, but she was too tired. Tea, she needed tea. She went downstairs, and that’s when she heard a series of men’s voices coming from their study.

What was going on? She tiptoed and strained to hear behind the closed door. Then stepped back in horror.

Chapter Fourteen

Orchid

He won the vote. He’s going to take my daughter.

Her blood turning to ice, Orchid opened the door to their study, where just over an hour ago, she’d been tied to a chair, confessing to them all her sneakiness. She’d also have to find another way to catch the cheater who frequented House of Saber, but that was for later.

Without her express permission, her body came alive again the instant she set her eyes on them. The fresh scent of their cologne hit her at once. Their hair was still damp from their showers, and they’d changed into track bottoms and T-shirts. She couldn’t seem to take her eyes off them. The sizzling sting down her spine spread to between her legs.

Er, no. Delete. Delete. Delete. Why was she being so stupid? Did she learn nothing from Sara Hathsfield at all? Besides, she had more important matters to take care of.

What was her father doing here in their house this late, and why had he said what he said?

“Papa,” she said, and her heart broke in half at the sight of the man who had raised both Liliana and Orchid most of their lives after their mom had passed away.

“Orchid,” he said, hugging her to him. “My darling girl,” he added softly.

“What’s happened?”

“Wolf managed to get an early meeting with The Order. He was impatient to make you his bride. I lost the vote. Even if I resign from the board, it doesn’t take away his privilege to claim you. I’m so sorry. I don’t know what to do,” her father said, breaking down.

“It’s okay, Papa. I’m not afraid of him. I can take care of the situation myself.” And she could. Steve Barker was no match for her, even if he called himself a wolf. The man had no idea what she was capable of wreaking. One thing was certain: she was not going to marry him. 100% certain.

“The fuck you will,” Cash said under his breath, soft enough that her father hadn’t heard him, but she was so in tune with everything about them, that she heard Cash’s rough voice as clearly as if he had said it out loud.

“Oscar,” Brent said, sliding a sheet of paper across the desk. “Sign this.”

“What is it?” her father asked wearily as he lifted the document and scanned the text.

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