Page 2 of Dirty Brothers
“The last time I was out in the open, he found me. My mom sent him to prison and he just got out.” My eyes widen to the size of saucers.
“Who?”
She swallows and I can tell this is hard for her to say so I remain silent as she gathers herself. “My stepfather.”
I gasp. “Did he rape you?” I blurt out.
She reels back and shakes her head vigorously. “No. He would never hurt me.” The conviction in which she says that has me believing her. “My mom hated that I loved him. She sent him to prison over a lie. No one would listen to me when I tried to tell the truth.”
“What did she lie about?”
Her eyes take on a hard edge. “She said he touched me when he never did.” I reach across and grip her hand in mine and give it a squeeze.
“I’m so sorry, Len,” I say.
Her shoulders deflate and she bows her head. “Do you mind if I get out of here?” Disappointment fills me at the thought of my plans to forget Brady go up in smoke but I nod and push off my stool.
“Let’s go.”
She shakes her head and quickly stands, then grips my hands in hers. “Stay, Molly. I can get a Lyft back to the dorms and if you need me, text me?—”
“I’m not letting you leave here alone?—”
“Stop! I’m a big girl, stay and enjoy yourself, please!” I debate refusing her but she won’t listen. She kisses me on the cheek and heads out while I stand here and watch her go. Once she disappears into the crowd, I sigh and turn around, only to come face to face with three masked men.
TWO
JUSTIN
Even with the mask on she looks fucking edible.
Her body is like a sculpture of art, the dress she wears enhancing all of her luscious curves and the way her hair is styled has me envisioning wrapping my fist around the ponytail as I slam inside her from behind. Her mouth parts with a silent gasp and I bite back my grin—without her friend here to lean on, she is forced to face us alone. Molly Turner has no idea who we are, but the same can’t be said for us. We have been waiting for this moment and now that it’s here, we’re going to enjoy every fucking second of it.
“You look lonely.” My tone is husky and suggestive as she runs her gaze over each of us. We’re all dressed the same, black button-ups, black slacks, black leather loafers and matching LED masks. All of our masks are illuminated by the blue lights.
“I… I’m not?—”
Bray cuts her off before she can continue stumbling over her words. “You’re not alone now,birdy.” This time, I do allow my smirk to break free behind my mask because he’s right, she does look like a bird in a cage.
“Huh?” she breathes out.
“Are you here forhimor for us?” Kingston pushes as he turns his head to the left where Brady is sitting with a group of his team mates and a few puck hoes. Her eyes harden, unlike us Brady is wearing a thin scrap of material that covers his eyes like a Zoro mask, making him easy to be recognized.
She grinds her teeth and slowly peels her gaze from him to focus back on us. “What are you offering?” Her question stumps me for a moment. I expected her to scoff and blow us off, making us chase her down but this, her willingness to try something new is refreshing. I love a woman who knows what she wants and goes after it.
“A night of pain mixed with pleasure,” Bray says.
“We’ll blow your fucking mind and force you beyond your boundaries,” Kingston adds.
“We’ll destroy you for anyone else and make you beg,” I tack on. She tries to remain unaffected but the shiver that rolls through her body gives her away. We knew that cockless bastard Brady wouldn’t have been able to satisfy her. She’s satin and silk and he’s nothing but a wannabe with a chip on his shoulder and a love for spending daddy’s money. That little fuck needs to be knocked down a peg or ten.
“I came to show him what he lost, but I’mnothere for him, I’m here for me.” The fact she didn’t lie shows us that this girl is better than what we thought. I should feel guilty for what we have planned but the truth is, I don’t.
“Let us show you how real men can treat you,” Kingston growls.
Her eyes widen. “Wait. All three?” she squeaks.
“Yeah, birdy, we’re going to rock your fucking world. If you plan on screaming God’s name, don’t, because that fucker won’t save you from the devilish things we have planned for you tonight.” Brayden’s sinister words have her panting, a flush working its way up her chest and neck to land on her cheeks.
