Page 22 of Dirty Brothers
“How?” Len hedges.
He lifts his gaze and smiles, it’s a smile I haven’t seen on his face in years, since Brady took away his dream. “From what Mom told me about her. I lied to the twins and told them she was a bitch because I wanted it to be true. I never wanted to love something as much as I did hockey in case that was ripped away from me as well, but look at where we are now? I can live without hockey but I don’t think I can live without her.”
Lennon beams and nods. “Good answer, buddy. Now get your masks and follow me, it’s time you caught yourself a birdy.”
“Wait, what do you get out of this?” I ask.
The light dims in her eyes. “I can’t have who I want most, the next best thing is her getting her guys.”
The three of us are using the trees as cover. Lennon promised she will have Molly here and we’re trusting her to keep to her word. We’ve already been waiting for forty minutes and as the time ticks by, I begin to lose hope that we will even get a chance to explain things to her—the thought flees when we hear their voices.
“Len, I told you I just wanted to cuddle up and read a book.” The sound of her voice is like music to my ears.
“Babe, I had to drag you in the shower and wash you myself. You need to get out of that dorm and live.” Hearing that has guilt eating me.
“I-I can’t, Len.” Fuck it, I can’t wait. I move out from behind the tree and hear my brothers moving to stand on either side of me as we stare at the girls saying nothing. Molly looks like she is about to cry. Lennon just looks smug, and I can see a bit of the devil inside that one. The moonlight cast enough of a glow for me to see her face clearly and the black smudges under her eyes anger me—she hasn’t been sleeping.
“Birdy,” Bray purrs from beside me. Instantly her bottom lip begins to tremble.
“What the fuck?” Molly breathes out.
Before any of us can say another word Len turns to her. “You are dying inside and I can’t sit by and watch. You were there for me when shit fell apart and I was a mess. I’m returning the favor. You love them, Lollie, and anyone with eyes can see they love you too.” Molly shakes her head trying to deny it. “If you want me to tell them to fuck off, I will, but you don’t really want that, do you?”
She tears her gaze from her best friend to look at the three of us. I nudge each of my brothers to follow my lead and remove my mask. When she sees our faces a sob tears out of her. I want to go to her and hold her but Lennon shakes her head.
“Lollie, what do you want, babe?” Len whispers.
Molly inhales a deep breath then says, barely above a whisper, “Them.”
TWENTY-ONE
MOLLY
Lennon smiles, then kisses me on the cheek. “Call me later, babe,” is all she says before she releases me and leaves me alone in the woods with mybrothers. I stare at the three of them and feel a range of emotions, betrayal being the strongest. These past four weeks have been so hard. I tried to hate them for tricking me and using me, but I couldn’t, which made me more angry with myself.
I should be angry, I have every right to be but I’m also not a hypocrite. I did want my masked men to be them.
“Were you ever going to tell me?” I ask.
“No,” Brayden answers honestly.
“Why?” I fire back.
“Because, we knew the moment you saw Brady at the wedding, you would learn he was our half-brother and hate us by default,” Justin responds.
I snort. “I’m not that shallow. You three are nothing like him. You can’t help who you share blood with.”
“We were wrong. We fucked up so badly and never should have brought you into any of this,” Kingston adds.
“Why did you?” I fire back.
“They did it for me,” Brayden says, drawing my focus to him. “I’ve wanted to break Brady since he shattered my knee and ruined any chance of me ever playing hockey. When we learned he had a girlfriend, we had planned to get her to fall for one of us and use it against him, but turns out she was never his.”
I frown. “What does that mean?”
Bray smiles sinfully. “You were never his, birdy. You have always been ours, it just took me longer to realize that than it should have. The jokes on us though, we had planned to hurt him but he won. Him stealing that video and playing it for everyone to see hurt us. No cunt was ever meant to see you like that, aside from us. Your moans, your pleasure and every fucking orgasm belongs to us.”
His words have my stomach in knots and my pussy pulsing with need for the first time in weeks. “What about your mom and my dad?”
