Page 123 of Her Filthy Reverse Harem Romance Collection

My men found me.Mine. The word runs through my head and I let it fill my heart. All three of them are mine and the first fires of love take hold and I can feel the embers burn soul-deep.

My father has his back turned and doesn’t see Maksym and Tomas ease in through the door in stealth mode.

“You can’t have the code or me, not now, not ever.” I hope I am not poking the bear, but rage slings the words across the small distance separating us, and I can’t hold them in any longer.

“Did you think I was after you for your good looks? Even an idiot would be able to see I didn’t want you for your mousy face and weak posture.” He spits on the floor at his feet. “Like I would weaken my blood with such filth. I only want the code.”

I will not cry at the way his words cut and draw blood.

“You can pull that trigger. You still won’t get the code. It’s all here,” I tap my head. “And not a damn soul in this world can crack my and my brother’s work.”

Thacker cocks the hammer and the next few seconds pass in a blur.

Stefan throws the doors open and moves to Thacker’s right as Maksym flanks him on the opposite side.

“You’re threatening the wrong girl.”

Thacker turns, mouth open, and whirls his gun toward Tomas who has drawn his attention away from me. I duck, pulling my father down behind his desk with me.

Lamps crash, glass shatters against the hardwood or heads. I don’t know because I keep my head out of firing range. Papers fly in every direction and heavy grunts fill the room.

The gun goes off and the thud of a bullet hitting the wall rings through the room.

And then a larger gun goes off.

“Dad, I’m so sorry,” I whisper, looking into my father’s eyes. Nothing but love stares back.

“You called me Dad.”

My heart fills with happiness only a father can give his daughter and I smile when he wraps his arm around me. “I never knew why your mother always insisted you call me Father.”

He hugs me close and after several more thuds and curses, the room grows silent.

We ease to our feet to find my heavily breathing men standing over Thacker who is bleeding. He’d pulled a knife at some point or someone had. Stefan’s T-shirt is sliced once across the chest and another over his back.

I have a feeling they tried very hard not to kill the man in front of me. But I fear what might happen to him once they clear him out of here and take him back to wherever they do business. Because it was not at their penthouse, for sure.

“I told you, you will not get my code.”

“You little bitch, I’ll kill you,” Thacker snarls around Maksym’s foot on his neck holding him in place.

“Are you okay?” Maksym doesn’t move toward me. I can tell he wants to, but he keeps Thacker pinned to the ground, letting his eyes do all the talking.

I ignore Thacker and nod, offering all three a reassuring smile.

Stefan and Tomas don’t have the same problem as their brother. Both come up and wrap me in their arms. Stefan pulls a phone out and makes a quick call I fear will end with Thacker meeting an untimely death. Do I get in the middle of it? Would they even listen to me if I did?

“Don’t hurt him.”

My words go unnoticed. “We need to talk.” By the look on his face I know I’m in trouble, but despite the anger I see, Tomas nuzzles my neck and murmurs, “Thank God you’re safe. I would have killed the fucker with my bare hands had he harmed you. I never want you to see that side of us.”

Fifteen minutes later I’m relieved to find it was the police they called.

“We are not total monsters,” Maksym says as if he can read my mind. He strokes a thumb down my cheek as the police haul a snarling Thacker out of my father’s house in handcuffs. “But if he tries to harm you again, he’ll see a different side of us. I’ll promise you that.” I feel the truth to his words and see it staring back at me through those dark eyes. His hands slide up my arms and I fall into his embrace feeling relieved and a bit scared for any other person who dares to try and hurt me.

I sink into the chair I once loved. It seems tainted now and the loss of the love I have for this place, this chair, stings.

Tomas and Stefan speak with a detective who looks like he’s about ready to piss his pants. He nods, and steals a couple of looks my way before ducking out of the room. That said a lot about how deep their connections run.

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