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She shakes her head. “For my dad. He used to come home with these scratches all over his arms…” Her nose crinkles. “They weren’t like yours though.” She exhales slowly and returns the supplies to the kit. “Anyway, after he started coming home with new ones every few days, my mother refused to help anymore. Said it was his fault he got them in the first place.”

I don’t know much about Monrovia senior. Rage keeps tabs on the bratva as part of everyday responsibilities, but Rebel and I aren’t main players within the organization. We’re sideliners, called in for specific jobs for specific purposes. I never crossed paths with Monrovia or his son Mikhail… and especially not his daughter Celia.

If Rage hadn’t brought her to my attention, I’m not sure I would have ever noticed her at all.

Rebel and Rage are eagerly waiting when we return to the bedroom, both of their gazes snapping to her the moment she steps back into the room. She wrapped her body in a towel and dried her hair with another. Crossing her arms, she levels each of us with a stern look. “No one is allowed to fuck me tonight. I have a few more hours ofpeace, and I intend to make the most of them. Which means sleeping, in case that wasn’t clear.”

Smiling at her, Rebel crosses his arms behind his head and spreads his thighs, his flaccid cock flopping to the mattress. It twitches when Celia makes eye contact with it, and she flushes a bright shade of pink.

Will she blush like that when she sees my dick for the first time, or will she bite her lip—like she’s doing now—and blush deeper for me?

“You both need to put clothes on.”

Rage grumbles. “No.”

Rebel sucks his snakebite into his mouth and runs a hand through his hair. “No can do, baby. I’m all natural, all the time.” His eyes light up with mischief. “Are you nervous that you’ll wake up with one of us inside you?” He groans, his cock swelling. “That issofucking hot?—”

“That isnothappening,” Rage hisses, glaring at Rebel. “If you so much asthinkabout it, I’ll hand her a knife and hold you down for castration.” He pats the space beside him at the edgeof the bed. “Come to bed, Celia. No more delays. It’s fucking sunrise already.”

Celia hesitates.

I press my hand into the small of her back and guide her to the middle of the bed. “I can lay on top of you,” I offer, breathing hard against my mask. It’ll be different than when I’m grinding the heel of my palm into her clit and watching her drift off to sleep after she comes, but I’m twitching at the prospect of six more hours with Celia.

Different bedroom. No clothes. Three men.

Everything about this situation is new, and it’sexciting.

As she crawls onto the bed and settles in the middle between Rebel and Rage, she peeks up at me from beneath her long lashes, the faintest dusting of pink on her cheeks. Then, she reaches her hand out to invite me in.

“I… I’d like that. Thank you.”

Unlike my brothers, I know how to listen.

I keep my clothes on.

Chapter 12

Rebel

I always imaginedthat the first time Celia saw me naked, we would be outside. Running from the cops. Caught in a rainstorm. Skinny dipping. The possibilities were endless little temptations that I rewrote in my head over and over again, anticipating that the real thing would be sort of… magical.

My brothers would give meshitfor saying that.

But after spending a few weeks in her home, feeding her snacks, watching her offload from a day spent on her feet or surrounded by sketchbooks, listening to her chat about everything and nothing at all… I wanted something special for us.

Something that we could share without my brothers getting in the way.

A secret between the two of us.

Nothing about lounging on Rage’s bed while he pops a rage-boner—no fucking pun intended—and Ruin fantasizes about bleeding all over our girl screamsspecialorsecret.

It cries out with a wail offucking pathetic.

That’s what I’ve been reduced to:patheticism.The middle brother isn’t expected to amount to much—that’s usually what I like about being a few years younger than Rage and a few yearsolder than Ruin. Shit flies under the radar. I can get away with murder.

Literally.

But when it comes to Celia…

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