Page 26 of Fu*kboys in Flannel

“Neither. Kill them both. I’ve had enough of them. I can find another set of brothers to fuck,” I say it casually, shrugging my shoulders. “Maybe I’ll make my way up to Violent Peak.” I’m full of rage, but I try to keep my voice even as I glare at Bennett.

“Tess,” he starts, but I reach up and shove Elijah away from me. Instead of keeping up the charade, he pulls the mask off and tosses it on the overturned table.

“You’re all disgusting,” I snap and watch as the guy with the gun removes his mask too, revealing himself as Cooper Graves. His blonde hair is wild, and he looks extremely amused.

“Hey, when Two Bitch Bishop asks you for a favor, you gotta see it through.” Cooper smiles lazily like he isn’t a psychotic killer. “What gave it away?”

I move to storm past them, but Elijah nudges me over to Bennett who wraps an arm around me. It isn’t a loving gesture, but he knows I’m about to bolt, and he doesn’t want to spend the night tracking me through the woods, I’m sure.

“Answer him sweetie,” Bennett snarls, clearly angry his plan didn’t work.

“Your little fox told me,” I snap, and I see the look of confusion flash on Elijah’s face briefly before it dawns on him and his eyes lower to his hands.

“Fucking hell,” Mason growls out.

“I think we’ve done all we can do. She offered herself up instead of selling one of you out. Maybe you need to learn to share,” Cooper says, winking as Elijah starts walking toward him, his bat dragging behind him. “Right, Eli?” He’s not wrong. I was prepared to leave with them, knowing they could have raped or murdered me, just to protect the two assholes that set this whole thing up.

“I’m not the one to ask about sharing,” Elijah grumbles, clearly irritated by the mere thought of sharing his Little Fox with anyone else. “I’d say they’d have to pry her out of my cold, dead hands…” he trails off, leaning against the door before he finishes, “but let’s be honest, if I’m going, she’s coming with me.”

“What the fuck is taking so long?” Grey demands, storming in passing Elijah with Remington and Tanner in tow. My stomach feels queasy just looking at the older Rhodes brother. He doesn’t say anything, but the way his eyes are boring into my skin makes me sick. Grey doesn’t give anyone a chance to answer him before he’s pointing at me, his stormy gray eyes narrowed in nothing but pure annoyance. “Did you fucking pick one of these assholes?”

“I’d rather fucking die than let them near me again,” I spit out and Bennett tightens his grip on me.

“That can be arranged. I’ll take you out back and put you out of your misery right now,” Grey offers and levels Mason with a stare when he shifts on his feet. “Settle the fuck down, Mase.”

“Everyone out,” Bennett finally demands.

“Nobody’s gonna tell us who she picked so we can get the other one a couple strippers or something?” Remington laughs, scuffing his boot on the floor.

“She didn’t. She begged us to take her instead of them,” Cooper says, and his tone shows that he doesn’t believe it happened.

“Oh, shit,” Remington mumbles under his breath.

“Yeah, oh shit,” Mason mimics him and ushers everyone, including Grey out the front door. It’s only when the door is bolted shut that Bennett lets me go and puts some space between us by walking over to stand next to his brother.

“Is that it? Did you get a good laugh!” I scream. They’re standing shoulder to shoulder, looking nearly identical, both of their faces stricken with something that looks like remorse, but I don’t fucking believe it. If I didn’t already know it, the events of tonight showed me that they’re not capable of feeling sorry for any of their actions. They’re the Ravens. Every head should bow in their presence and I’m sick of it. “I offered my life to protect the two of you. I thought they were going to murder you, and I would have done anything—” I choke on the word trying to keep the tears that are fighting to fill my eyes at bay. I will not humiliate myself any further for their pleasure.

“We thought you would just—” Mason starts, but Bennett nudges him. He must see how close I am to snapping.

“What, Mason? You thought I’d just what?” I feel my chest rise and fall rapidly with the anger that is coursing through me. “You thought I’d just stop lying and tell you two which one I’m really in love with? Are you that fucking stupid? Do you think I’d let the two of you torture me if I could pick one of you and make it all end?” I’m screaming now, and I hate how shrill and hysterical I sound. I want to be calm, make them understand how done I really am with both of them. They’ll never love me, and I’ll never be strong enough to stay away from them unless I’m off this mountain.

Bennett takes a step away from his brother and moves toward me. I don’t know what he thinks is going to happen, like I’ll just melt into him and let him spin a bunch of excuses to twist my mind all up, but he sure isn’t prepared for what he gets. I slap him hard across the face, and despite what he’ll probably tell people when he recounts this story, he wasn’t quick enough to grab my wrist before I made contact. My palm is stinging, and it’s the most gratifying feeling I’ve had in a really long time. I raise my other hand to repeat the motion, but he does grab it in time. With him holding my wrist, I realize how bad I’m shaking, and I have no idea if it’s because I’m so fucking angry or if it’s from the shock of thinking they were going to be murdered right in front of me. I swallow back a sob and Bennett tries to pull me into his chest, but I resist.

“Get the fuck away from me. I mean it! I’ll never get that image out of my head. I thought he was going to bash your heads in. I—” I suck in a breath, trying to wrench out of Bennett’s hold, but he only grips me tighter, staring down at me like he’s just seeing me for the very first time. I don’t notice Mason moving toward us until I feel him standing behind me, his bare chest warm against my back. “Please, just let me go. Let me leave. I want to forget this whole—”

“You’ll forget nothing because this is our story, and it’s the only one we have,” Bennett says, and I can hear the bite in his tone that saying I want to leave him has his hackles up even though he’s put me through hell in more ways than one.

Mason brushes my hair back over my shoulder and I try to jerk away from his touch, but Bennett holds me in place. My place. Right between him and his brother. “We’re not letting you go. You’re ours, spitfire. Nothing can change that, not even the fact that you think you hate us right now,” Mason rasps against my ear and I hate that my nipples tighten at his close proximity. I stay rigid, trying to pull away from his warm skin, but every time I move away from one of the Slade brothers, I’m pushed closer to the other.

“Please,” I whisper, and I hate how small I feel. I wanted to hurt them, rage so hard that the entire cabin collapsed around me, but lethargy is setting in and the adrenaline is wearing off. I feel weak, like I need them to hold me up from falling to the ground. I feel like nothing more than debris from a Raven’s storm that ruins everything around it.

“Please, what?” Bennett whispers as he finally lets my hands go, pulling me closer to him. I’m surprised when Mason doesn’t move or try to yank me out of his brother’s arms. Instead, he moves closer too.

“I don’t want to fight with the two of you anymore.” My voice is soft, and my eyelids are heavy. I let the sleepiness take over and both Mason and Bennett support my weight so my legs don’t buckle beneath me.

“You won’t have to,” Bennett says softly, and I’m being lifted into his arms. I curl up in his hold, but I don’t press my face against his neck like I really want to. I need to get the fantasy out of my head that they have the capacity to care about me the way I care about them. I think for a long moment that he’s going to walk me out to the truck and take me back to Uncle Rhett’s, but that notion is diminished when he lowers me into a large bed that I haven’t been in before. I start to protest, but he lifts the heavy comforter and motions for me to slide under. I do it, only because I don’t have the capacity to argue any more tonight. If they want to let me sleep the stress of tonight off here at the cabin, that’s what I’ll do. But they’re in for a rude awakening because I’m leaving tomorrow no matter what happens.

I settle back against the soft pillows and watch as Bennett unbuttons his jeans and slides them to the floor. Mason is standing in the doorway, his hands on the top of the frame and his eyes trained on me. Bennett turns to him for only a moment before giving me his full attention. His boxer briefs join his jeans, and I can see that he’s already hard.

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