Page 104 of Four Fiances & I

Not giving my body time to give up, I swing the hammer again, shattering the second sheet of glass, but the next blow does nothing. Reaching up, I knock as much of the glass from the window frame as possible before using it to hold on to. As soon as I hold the plastic frame, I know I have a better grip and will be able to do more damage now. I’m still at risk of falling, but the likelihood has dropped. Gripping the window frame and cutting my hand in the process, I pull myself up higher so I can use my left arm as an anchor while throwing as much force as possible into my right. I hit the window with the hammer again. This time, the glass shatters and falls into the room. There is still a lot of broken glass in the window frame, and I quickly hit it out of the way before pulling myself through it, still cutting myself all over.

I hear the others shouting and cheering below, but I’m not acknowledging them. I look to the camera on the ceiling and wave before heading to the panic room in the wardrobe. The door opens as I reach it, and Jasmine throws herself into my arms.

“You’re okay, Shorty, I’ve got you.” Burying my nose into her hair, I take a deep breath and let myself hold her for a minute.

“Did you just climb through my window?” she demands, leaning back in my arms.

“All part of the rescue mission, ma’am,” I wink before noticing that she’s shivering. I grab the blanket from the floor and wrap it around her before lifting her up.

“Can we get out now?” she asks as I carry her from the wardrobe and sit her on the bed after checking there is no glass on it.

“Not yet; Logan is working on it.” I walk back over to the window and look down at the others. “I’ve got her. She’s cold, but other than that, she's unharmed.” The others all seem to let out a sigh of relief together. “Any chance we can get out of here yet?” I ask.

“Passwords, Mum,” Christian calls up. I head over to the control panel before typing in our family code: the date of Mother’s Day, the year she died.

Almost instantly, the lock clicks, and I walk over to Jasmine to pick her up, not wanting to leave her for a moment.

“Let's go and see how many doors we can unlock. Hopefully, we can get the others in the less exciting way,” I wink at her as I carry her from her room and head down the stairs.

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A few hours later, I’m lying in bed with Shorty in the middle and Sean on the other side of her. Neither of us wanted to be away from her tonight. The other two are still up, trying to find out what the hell happened and how things escalated so quickly.

As soon as I unlocked all the main doors, the shutters lifted, and everyone was able to get in. Shorty had been more worried about the puppy than she was about someone trying to get into her room.

“Do you think we will ever get a couple of months where someone isn’t either trying to kill one of you or kidnap me?” she asks from where she is resting her head on Sean's shoulder.

“We can only hope, Princess,” he smiles.

“I don’t think we have to worry about anyone taking you, Shorty,” I point out. Jasmine turns around, frowning at me.

“How did you work that out?”

“Because if they do, they will realise you are too much of a handful and bring you back within the first few hours.”

Sean bursts out laughing as Jasmine turns and slaps me across the chest.

“What are you trying to say?” she demands as I wrap my arms around her to keep her from hitting me again.

“That you are a complete brat, and you know how to push everyone's buttons without even trying.”

“You make it sound like a bad thing.” She leans forward until her lips are brushing against mine. “You love it when I’m a brat because you love nothing more than taking me over your knee. Isn’t that right,Maximus?” My eyes widen as I feel myself hardening.

“What did you call me?”

Jasmine smiles seductively as she wiggles against my cock, now solid in my boxers.

“Maximus.” Her voice is seductive, and when I glance at my brother, I find him smirking.

Not giving her any warning, I lift her with me and throw her back onto the bed so she is flat on her stomach. Gripping her hips, I lift her ass before slapping it once.

“You are pushing your luck, brat. Last warning. What’s my name?”

She looks up at Sean, who shakes his head.

“Don’t expect me to help you. You do it to yourself,” he smiles.

“You are meant to love me,Sean.”

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