Page 77 of Twisted Kings

“Have you added a new member to your harem, wifey?”

“What’s a harem?” Verity asked with a frown.

Thea pushed Kyril away, cursing under her breath, her lips swollen and her cheeks flushed. Once again, my dick stiffened in my pants at the sight of her looking so deliciously aroused, and I twisted away, pretending to pick up my book.

Of course the Scottishstronzonoticed my predicament. “Looks like he wants to join, wifey.”

Throwing him a glare, I quickly hurried out of the kitchen as Thea gave Verity a child-friendly explanation of what a harem was. I needed a cold shower, but now we’d cleared the air a bit, I felt a thousand times lighter.

I wasn’t sure whether my relationship with Thea would return to how it once was, but as long as she didn’t continue freezing me out, I could live with that.

34

Thea

Nausea and I had become best friends. We spent every morning together, hunched over the toilet bowl, praying for death. It was a miracle none of the guys had figured out my secret yet. Only the fact I’d started sleeping later had saved me so far.

A combination of sea air and too much calorific food left me exhausted every night. That and all the sex I was having. Between Kyril and Landon, I hadn’t passed a night alone since before Christmas. Milo appeared more often than not, too.

But thankfully, I always woke up alone since they preferred working out in the morning and Milo was busy working on some project for his father.

Cassian had kept his distance since Christmas Eve. He seemed distracted by something, but I hadn’t inquired what. I guessed it was to do with his father, who’d been all over the news the last few days, crowing about the success of his anti-organized crime campaign. Which was slightly ironic, given he was responsible for significant quantities of drugs entering the UK.

Yep, hearing Lucian Forsyth was the head of the English mafia had come as a surprise. Something Dad and Torrance hadn’t bothered telling me.

Learning from Torrance that Kyril’s father had allied with Lucian had come as a surprise. I’d also overheard Cassian telling the others this. He’d talked about a dinner party where Vasily Orliov and his wife had been invited, which was interesting. Still, if my father could swallow his pride and work with Konstantin Marku, who he hated, the Russians working with Lucian Forsyth wasn’t such a stretch.

From a logistical standpoint, it made sense. Orliov had expanded his operations in recent years, investing heavily in the sex trade. Lucian definitely seemed like the kind of pervert who’d want a bite of that particular pie.

No wonder my father wanted to knock Lucian off his perch and discredit him. He, too, had ambitions to expand into the sex trade, hence his involvement with Marku. That monster had access to an extensive network that shipped women out of Romania, Slovakia, and Poland.

Marku would have used it to get rid of me and Verity once we were no longer of use to him. I shuddered at the thought.

Aware it was late, I rolled over in bed to see what time it actually was. 10 AM. With a groan, I dragged myself out of bed and staggered into the bathroom. I needed to get back to training again and make some solid plans to leave this place before my little problem grew large enough to capture everyone’s attention, specifically my father’s.

Just as I stepped back out of the shower, my wet hair wrapped in a turban and a thick fluffy towel around my body, Milo pressed open the bathroom door and walked in.

“Milo? Is everything alright?” It wasn’t worth bitching about the lack of boundaries. All the guys seemed to do whatever theyliked, whether it involved crawling into my bed or joining me in the tub when I expressed a desire to soak with a book.

He pulled a small bottle of pills from his pocket and placed it on the counter.

“These are for you. You need to start taking them immediately. Folic acid is really important for preventing neural tube defects in pregnant women.”

My brain stuttered. “What?”

“I’m not sure how far along you are, but I guess it’s less than six weeks, yes? Anyway, take these supplements until you are at least 12 weeks.”

I sank onto the chair next to the tub, feeling faint and also sick. If Milo had guessed, did the others know? If they did, why had nobody said anything?

“I’m not pregnant,” I hissed, deciding denial was my best strategy, but Milo folded his arms across his chest and stared at me without blinking.

The not blinking was creepy if I was being honest. How did he do that?

“I understand you might be…worried,” Milo said carefully, looking uncomfortable but forging on regardless. “There’s nothing to be worried about. We can take care of you.”

“I’m not pregnant,” I repeated through gritted teeth. “Now get the fuck out of my bathroom and we will never speak of this again. Clear?”

Instead of looking scared at my threatening tone, Milo just seemed sad. I felt bad, but pushed my emotions down. I was a big girl who could look after herself. The last thing I needed was a bunch of interfering men acting like overprotective assholes.

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