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I nod, and Xander wipes his saliva-covered hands all over my face.

They fuck me so hard that I wonder if I’ll pass out as they groan and empty inside me. Xander is first, followed rapidly by Hans.

“Pull out of her, Hans,” Xander orders. Both men pull out at once. As soon as they do, Xander turns me, still holding me in his arms. “Push out all that cum for me.”

I squeeze my holes, pushing every drop onto the oak floor as I look Hans in the eye. “You want to clean it up, don’t you, pup?”

Hans nods, looking at Xander to see if it’s okay.

Xander places me on the floor on my back and lifts my hips so my feet are above my head. “Go ahead, puppy. That’s all the cum you’re going to get. Everything in her holes is all mine. Get that floor nice and clean.”

Xander cleans me as Hans licks the floor like a starving animal given a scrap of food. He eats my pussy until I come again, trembling with aftershocks as he moves to my asshole. “You taste so good, baby.”

I make eye contact with my brother as he licks the last remnants of cum from the floor, beckoning him to me. He crawls over and kisses me, letting me taste the three of us.

Xander stands and offers us his hands. “Let’s clean up, and I’ll make dinner.”

I look between Xander and Hans. “The two of you complete me.”

Xander pulls us closer, kissing our heads. “I feel the same way. If it weren’t for the two of you, I might be dead in a ditch or in jail. I was drifting, and this family we created saved me. Thank you for trusting me.”

Hans caresses Xander’s face. “Thank you for saving us.”

EPILOGUE

FOUR YEARS LATER

Xander

“We found the last of them,” Mikhail Smirnov says on the phone. “They’re all accounted for.”

“And the men?” I ask

“All dead. Every last one of them.”

I slump back in my seat and take a deep breath. It’s finally fucking over. The Covenant is disbanded. “I’ll be in Chicago next week with Azadeh and Lev. We’ll do whatever we can for all the kids. Some of the women, too.”

“Why not all the women?” Mikhail asks.

My eyes squeeze shut, and I pinch the bridge of my nose, the memory of Sonya instigating a wave of nausea. “Not all the women deserve to be saved. Some of them were involved in it. The bitches who held their sisters down or provided testimonies for those men get to burn with them.”

“Alright, I’ll let Maxim know.”

“Thanks, Mikhail. I owe you and the brothers one. There’s no way I could have done all this without you.”

The memory of blood staining my hands and the screams of Hans and Maggie’s parents still ring in my ears. I couldn’t return to finish what I started. The Covenant, with their relentless pursuit, would hunt me and anyone else who dared to challenge them. We waited, the years stretching into eternity until the opportune moment arrived when their guard would finally be lowered.

I couldn’t go to the FBI and risk myself or my family, so I contacted three men I knew were interested in The Covenant. Maxim, Alexis, and Mikhail had created a name for themselves in the circles I moved in. Three men who dedicated their lives to saving women from sex trafficking. Azadeh and I have worked for them, doing a few jobs in the Middle East. We waited and planned, and after four years, we finally got every last one of them.

The only downside has been the separation from Maggie and Hans for months. I didn’t realize how excruciating it would be. Every breath has been shards of glass in my lungs, the weight of their absence crushing me beneath its unbearable grief. They’ve become my entire universe, and I have no idea how I’ve survived so long without them.

But now, I’m home. And I need to see them.

The darkness in the house is absolute. An unnerving silence hangs in the air, a stark contrast to the usual music and laughter. I glance at my watch: seven-thirty. It’s too early for Hans and Maggie to be asleep. Perhaps they’re out to dinner. They werescared to venture out without me when they arrived, especially Maggie. In time, however, they both established themselves and thrived.

Maggie has finished her undergrad and is contemplating a master's degree to help children who’ve experienced similar situations.

My gaze lands on the framed oil paintings hanging on the walls. All done by Hans. He skipped college. He wanted nothing to do with authority and explored art based on his therapist’s recommendation. Turns out Hans has talent for days. His paintings depicting sorrow and joy have taken the New York City art scene by storm, and now he’s featured everywhere. I constantly joke he’ll soon be my sugar daddy based on how much one of his pieces sells for.

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