Page 17 of Three Billionaire Bodyguards and a Sneaky Mafia Princess

It didn’t stop her, though. She continued to call them names, never mind that she sounded like a demented, muffled mess.

“Payback, little kitten. A bitch, huh?” Cash said, wiping at the tiny trickle of drool that slipped from the side of her mouth and sucking it off his thumb.

Dear god.

She’d chosen the wrong men to mess with.

She’d come for them. They knew what she felt like. How wet she could get. And all they’d done was spank her to get back at her for feeding them sedatives so she could go and catch a cheater.

Chapter Thirteen

Orchid

Now, they wanted answers.

They transferred her from the car to their study, where they further bound her to a chair with the handcuffs still around her wrists.

River removed her panties from her mouth, and her heart skipped a beat when he put them in his pocket.

“Are you going to leave me tied up like this the whole night?” She asked incredulously.

“Probably.” She stuck her tongue out at Brent’s succinct answer. “But let’s get this straight,” Brent began. “From day one, you pretended to be this sweet, sweet girl who was just so grateful to be under our protection, so a madman wouldn’t steal you off the streets and marry you. That was all a lie? The demure dresses. Cooking for us? All a lie?”

“Yes,” she said haughtily. “I needed you to trust me enough that you wouldn’t suspect me when I helped you along to slumberland so I could finish my job.”

“You mean drug us,” Cash said.

“Semantics,” she said offhand. “I knew I wasn’t supposed to leave your house, and if I told you I needed to go to The House of Saber to catch a cheater, you wouldn’t have let me. Or you would have insisted on coming with me, and you would have just attracted attention, and I would have failed at getting my footage. I was meant to be gone for a few hours at the most. You were supposed to stay asleep. But no.”

“Wait, so that whole persona of yours was a facade? The crying on our suits. How the fuck can you turn on the waterworks like that?” Cash asked.

“Easy. I think of my dog. Tulip.”

“Is your dog dead?” Brent asked.

“What? No. Tulip is going to live forever, but I love her so much that just thinking about her makes me cry. I could be sitting in my car, and I would cry for her.”

“Jesus fucking Christ. This girl,” Cash growled.

“You want to tell us why you gifted us with dick pics on our foreheads? Was that necessary?” River asked.

“Absolutely. Catching cheaters may be my night time job, but I’m an advocate for women who were scorned by men. Or ignored. Men like you, who think you own the world because you have a pretty damn handsome face.”

“You think we’re handsome?” Cash asked.

“Not me, no,” she said with a straight face. “But everyone else does. Sara Hathsfield? Remember her?”

“Who?” Brent asked, his brows dipping between the center of his eyes, as did River’s and Cash’s.

“Oh my god. You proved my point. I should have had those dicks tattooed on your face,” she sighed. “Sara Hathsfield is a friend of mine. She works for the catering company that your company had a contract with. And every day, she would bring you a personalized muffin with a sweet message on it. Did you notice it? No.

“She was so in love with you three that she lost fifteen pounds for you and changed her whole wardrobe. Did you notice? No. She just wanted to be seen by you. She would have even settled for a hello, never mind a thank you. She then invited you to her twenty-eighth birthday party. Did you go? No, you didn’t. Did you send her a gift? No. You know what you did do; you called her Ms. Humphries when you declined. You didn’t even know her name, and she was there wearing her heart on her sleeve for three whole years.”

“We still don’t know who she is,” River said, still frowning.

“It doesn’t matter. I sent her pictures of your faces with the dicks on them, and she had a good laugh. She’s going to be all right. She’s getting married next month. Closure. It’s a thing,” she said.

“And what I did was for a good cause, all around. I was helping other people. What you did, spanking me in front of an audience—”

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