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Ronan stood up and crossed his arms over his chest as he addressed us. The man could command a room.
“So, all votes are for keeping her?”
I scowled.
“I am not a thing?—”
Jett pressed his finger to my lips.
“Shh. Pretty girl, no one is saying you are a thing. We’re asking if you want to be ours. You won’t come between us, right?”
Theirs?
I wasn’t exactly sure what that really meant. But the idea of getting revenge and possibly four men who I would bet could make me believe in god?
“When you say come between you, does that mean that what happened in the shower, with you and Ronan holding me, isn’t ever happening again? Or do Knox and Talon not feel like sharing?”
I watched their eyes darken. I watched the way my words affected Knox and his next breath.
“I mean, I don’t know what I’m doing, but I’m hoping you all want to show me?”
And the plan to use them was still among my long-term goals, but the way I wanted them to use me? The way I wanted to know what it felt like to be theirs?
Oh, what would dear uncle think to know the girl he wanted to suppress and control would do exactly the opposite and enjoy it.
CHAPTER 18
KNOX
“She needs justice,” I said the words under my breath, but they all heard me. We were in the kitchen getting ready for a family meeting. Another day, another dollar or some shit.
“At least it makes sense when we’d see her limping or when she didn’t leave the penthouse for days on end. He had to hide not just her but his little dirty secrets,” Talon said.
Ronan was flipping a blade open and closed, and I was playing with my lighter. Unsettled energy.
“Jett, where is she? You had the clothes delivered this morning, are you sure they were the right sizes?” Talon asked.
Jett was aloof like always. I swear something in his brain had been damaged from his father’s beatings. I remembered how we got revenge on him. There was nothing like a little bit of torture to get your feet wet. But the way he agreed to whatever we wanted to frame him for? Shit. I knew Jett still kept a photo on his phone that he’d taken, the only evidence that still remained.
“Yes, Knoxy-pooh. I know they are the right sizes. I had the personal shopper pick out enough shit for the next few weeksplus some extra stuff. She’s been trying shit on all afternoon. My room looks like a beauty pageant came and died.”
I rubbed at my face like that was going to make her appear down here.
“I’ll go get her,” Talon volunteered and before anyone could stop him, he was off toward Jett’s room.
“You know she needs her own room right?”
Jett almost looked hurt when I said the obvious.
“But she’s fine in my room. You can come snuggle if you miss her.”
I rolled my eyes, but a little bit that made me want to laugh. I held it in.
“One step at a time. First she needs to get down here or we are going to be late and Barone is going to have my head, freeing up my room for her,” Ronan said as he studied the knife.
“You can take it up with the personal shopper, we gotta go, princess.” We heard Talon’s voice before he came around the corner carrying Margaux, who looked pissed off.
“Alright. Got her, let’s go. Oh and, Jett, Margaux has a complaint about the lace and silk underwear or corsets or whatever the fuck. I told her we were going to enjoy taking it all off later anyway.”
