Page 22 of Knot So Broken

He has tried numerous times to buy a house here. Much to his outrage, he hasn’t been successful.

Guards stare us down as Theo rolls his window down. The Beta immediately nods their head and with a press of a button, the gates open.

My head feels like it is on a swivel as I turn side to side, taking in the properties that line the road. It takes a good couple of minutes toactually begin to start seeing the houses. ‘Houses’ is calling it modestly. They are fucking mansions.

My eyes blow wide as I take in the stone exteriors and the intricate details even visible from the road.

These houses are insane.

This kind of wealth just seems so extreme. Why do people need such big houses? What is the use of a couple that lives in a house with fifteen toilets?

I can understand those that have large packs and then have children but seriously. There's got to be some kind of restraint at some point.

I would hate to see their power bill.

Jax chuckles from beside me. My palm feels sweaty in his. The feeling of having physical contact with someone feels foreign but it's nice.

It’s so fucking nice.

I think that's why I have just given myself over to him so easily. That I hoped into this car abandoning all judgement toward the three strangers. The feeling of being touched and it not followed through with pain is almost euphoric. It is scrambling my brain, I’m sure of it.

I’m sure normal people don’t feel this way. Unfortunately, I am anything but normal at this point.

I should hold reservations.

I should be freaking out.

I should have run away from them. But something is telling me to stay. To put my trust in these three men. To abandon all reason and put my life in their hands. I know it's not going to end well but I can’t seem to self-preserve.

“Impressed, beautiful?” Jax whispers into my ear, sending a shiver down my spine.

“You could say that. These houses are so extravagant.”

He chuckles again, the sound tightening something in my core. The scent of my arousal spikes and the entire car groans. Jax tightens his hand in mine. “Damn, Kennedy. I didn’t think that architecture would get you so turned on.” I can’t help my elbow from slamming into his ribs.

Immediately, I gasp, turning to look at him as I pull my hand from his even though he tries to tighten his grip.

“Oh my god, Jax. I’m so sorry. I can’t believe I just did that.” I fuss with the bottom of his shirt, pulling up the cotton to reveal his dark, toned skin. I run my hand over his ribs like my touch alone could heal him. Like I’m some kind of healer from a fantasy novel. His skin prickles with goosebumps as my hand runs back and forth.

He lets out a moan and I can’t help but gasp again, immediately pulling my hand away. Before I can get too far away, Jax snatches my hand in his.

Looking up, I find his gaze. Pure heat and desire encase them as he looks down at me. “I’m okay, baby. You didn’t hurt me. Your touch is driving me fucking wild though.” I raise my eyebrow at him, “I don’t believe you, Jax.”

Theo laughs from the front seat. I turn to look at him, finding his attention on me already in the rearview mirror.

“Love, you couldn’t hurt a fly. An elbow to the ribs would be nothing.”

My hackles instantly rise and I frown.

“What are you saying, Theo? That I’m weak?”

Theo’s eyes widen and he stumbles over his words. “N…no. Wh…What. I didn’t. Kennedy.”

He shakes his head in panic before pulling up directly in the middle of the road. Theo turns around in his seat, leaning over the centre console. He seems to gather himself enough to not be a stuttering mess as looks at me. His face is serious. Any teasing banter, gone.

“Listen to me clearly, Kennedy. You are the strongest woman I have ever met in my life. I don’t know your story. Shit, I don’t even know anything other than surface level shit. But what I do know is those marks covering your stomach,” he says pointing down at my torso, “they don’t tell a story of someone that is weak. They tell me the story of a brave woman. A woman that is strong. Stronger than the, no doubt, weak person that hurt her.”

He grabs my hands in his, “You are strong, Kennedy. Tell me you understand.” I nod straight away. The serious exterior fades away as he gives me a small smile. “Good girl,” he practically purrs, bringing my hands up to his lips. The kiss he places on my knuckles is so tender that I feel like I melt right there in the leather seats. Fucking swoon.

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