Page 28 of Snowed in with the Billionaires

Chapter Seventeen

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Ren

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Life with Madisyn isnever going to be dull. Coming home to find her handing two of our most trusted and skilled bodyguards their asses was a sight to behold. Although Dean and Omar were merely just trying to keep her from escaping without so much as hurting a strand of hair on her head, or they’d be dead before their next breath. Our orders were explicit.

She’s something else, all right. Watching our little feisty thief in action in her princess dress was enough to make all three of us lose control of our cocks. And that never fucking happens to us.

But she’s fucking magnificent, and she belongs to us. All of her is ours. From the moment we found her in the kitchen at the cabin, we knew no matter who she was, who she worked for, or what she planned, even if she was sent to kill us, she was ours.

Even Tristan knew that, despite his insistence otherwise. Of the three of us, he was definitely the grumpiest and the most suspicious. Being older than me and Kaiser by a mere two years, Tristan took it upon himself to protect us when we were younger and had to fend for ourselves in foster care. He carried on that role even when we got adopted by the best mother in the world. But, yeah, even he knew it was instant. Instant fucking possession.

There aren’t many things we’re truly possessive about. In fact, there were none until her. She’s the only treasure worth having and protecting. She’s our whole universe, whether she asked for it or not. Well, she kind of did ask for it when she chose us as her targets.

What are the chances that the only woman who could turn our heads and our hearts over had picked us as her target? I remind myself to kiss her until her lips swell, until she begs to breathe, just so I could thank her for coming to us, because how the fuck would we have known she existed otherwise?

Bringing her father back to her took all of ten minutes, not counting obviously the time it took to get to Ace Dixon’s compound. Ace just handed the man over and signed his allegiance to us. We have that effect on people.

Dixon is also under order never to so much as utter Madisyn’s name. He’s on borrowed time, his life in our hands now. He knows it. He understands it. Of course, we let him know in no uncertain terms that his livelihood depends on what Madisyn instructs us to do with him.

If she wants his dick cut off, or his head, she can consider it done. We’ll do it in the morning, after making her come a hundred times and before meeting her again for lunch. Easy.

It’s just nice having so much power, but we’re also pretty fair. Except when it comes to her.

The truth is, we didn’t even want to play in the underground field, but when they forced our hands, we had no choice. We were orphaned because our fathers were three of the most powerful mafia bosses around. Until together with our moms, they were killed in a car accident coming back from a party.

We inherited those deadly traits from our father. Louie, our adopted mother’s brother, never shied away from who we were, either. He tracked down our gene pool, and he molded our lives around it, so we got the best of both worlds.

But yes, that’s the kind of blood that runs in our veins. Louie also thought we would be targets one day, easy revenge magnets, so he took it upon himself to teach us how to turn our bodies into powerful weapons.

All that, and it takes one stunning dark-haired girl, not more than five foot five, with a heart of gold and a body made for us to bring us to our knees. Louie probably wouldn’t believe a woman existed who could do this to us.

One thing is certain: she’s going to be our wife. And we can’t fucking wait to get her pregnant.

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