Page 18 of Come to Head

Their bickering was irritating. It seemed ongoing and it was beginning to make me really anxious.

It won’t be like this forever, right?

I fucking hoped not, but I could acknowledge we were all on edge and life’s curveballs were coming fast and hard.

Is this what happens when you keep burying your feelings?

“Here’s your phone, we found it on the ground. You scared us baby girl.” Maddox handed me the device before burrowing into my neck. His next words were a breathy whisper, directly into my ear. “This is the man who left his come behind isn’t it? Are you going to let all three of us wake you up on our cocks?”

I shivered in anticipation, rubbing my thighs together.

This was wrong, my reaction was wrong. But why did it feel soright?As if every horrible decision and tear shed was to lead me to this exact moment. On this couch. Surrounded by these three men.

“That’s what I thought, but first we need to sort all of this out. Communicate as you said. But later?” His tongue lashed out against the rim of my ear as his hand moved to the nape of my neck, gripping me there.

An uninhibited moan left my lips.

“What are you doing?” Oliver’s anger cut through the desire that Maddox was building shovel by shovel along my nerves.

Burying me in his essence.

Maddox carefully disentangled, offering a quick searing kiss to my lips, before turning to Emilio and Oliver.

“Are you two done now? We all have secrets, we’ve all been lying. But as Ellie so elegantly put it, the best way to a healthy relationship is a solid foundation. So, let’s start with the elephant in the room. Why are you two wearing wedding bands?”

Emilio let out a long booming laugh, his head tipping back. “Isn’t it obvious? We’re married.”

Apparently, that was the breaking point for Oliver.

“You son of a bitch!” Oliver screamed as he lost the last of his control. His face red, a vein throbbing in his temple as he launched himself at Emilio.

Crash!

Where was the fucking gun when I needed it?

Chapter 9

Emilio

His Isa

Emilio’s tongue darted out to lick away the blood dripping from his lip.

“Are you both done now?” Isa’s aggravation was prevalent in her tone, as was her worry. Her eyebrows creased in concern, her adorable nose scrunched up.

“I’ll be fine.” Emilio offered her a toothy grin.

Her face whitened. “Bloody. Red. Crimson. Is that color going to be a running theme in this?”

Emilio licked his teeth next, wiping away whatever she was seeing there before getting on his knees in front of her, his head falling to her lap. “It might be, but I will do my best to keep it from you. Now where should we start, my Bella Isa?”

Her soft hands came up on their own and found their way into his hair, burrowing there and massaging his scalp. He hummed a noise of appreciation.

He had kept it short since the last time he was in her presence. He only started to grow it out six months ago. For her. He remembered all the nights of her fingers running through his long hair. Of his head in her lap exactly like this.

“I missed you,” he murmured adoringly.

Isa paused as if she hadn’t realized what she was doing. “It’s been years Emilio. And then you show up to collect on a 10-year pact, not offering much of a choice. And now it seems you and Oliver know each other? I am tired of being given half-truths, of being lied to, and deceived. I have been rolling with it because that is what I've always done. But now? I need honesty, Emilio.”

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