Page 46 of Mafie Trials

She asked a lot of good questions and I was able to help her through a lot of them, but I also recommended an app that helped me learn a lot. It has videos and explanations that dive deeper into some kinks and helps you understand them on a different level than the average person.

I get to the kitchen and decide to make scrambled eggs and bacon as well as an omelet with veggies for myself and toss it all on a tray. We each have espresso makers in our kitchenettes, so I plan to make coffee once I deliver breakfast. I grab a new container of creamer from the fridge because I know for a fact our girl’s addiction blew through her stash in under a week.

When I turn down our hall on the east wing, I can see Evie’s door open. At first, I assume she let my father in, which is odd. But then a gunshot rings out, and I swear my whole world flips on its axis.

By the time I reach her door, Lev and Damien are out in the hall wearing only their boxers. They run in just behind me. My chest constricts when I find my father with a freshly fired gun in his hand. My ears are ringing and red coats my vision as I march up to him, refusing to believe he let me bring her here just to kill her himself.

This is exactly what she was afraid of this entire time and it’s my fault; it’s all my fault.

“Alexi!” I hear Damien yell.

That's when things start coming into focus around me as I grip my father's suit by the front and shove him across the room, before drawing my gun in his face.

He doesn’t flinch.

But a new noise pulls my focus. When I look back at Damien and see the blood, I can’t bear to keep my eyes moving. I’m thankful as fuck I do because it’s then that I see some random guy on the ground by Evie’s bathroom door screaming and clutching his leg.

I lower my gun as I take in the scene with unclouded eyes. Lev is holding a towel wrapped around Evie while she holds a blade in her hand, her hair dripping. I get the feeling she was under the spray when she heard the shot go off. Damien is holding a fairly large guy down that also happens to be bleeding from a rather large hole in his leg.

“What the fuck happened here?” I ask, my voice sharper than the knife Evie is now holding over the man screaming.

Her towel is hardly covering her, and I find myself getting even more irate about the fact that the man can look straight up and see what’s mine. Havoc walks in next, absorbing everything and then looking at Evie. She gives him a nod and apparently that’s all he needs to get on the ground and start helping Damien tie the guy up.

Where the fuck did they get rope? Damien.

I walk over to Evie as I put my gun back in its holster.

“Go put some clothes on, Princess,” I say gently in her ear. If I demand anything right now I know she will just turn her blade and that furious expression on me. So I try being nice even though I’m a split second from shooting the fucker in the head for daring to look at my girl. Then, throwing her over my shoulder and locking her in my room forever.

She still glares daggers at me, then seems to realize she's wrapped in a small towel in front of my father and Havoc. She rushes to her closet, slamming the door behind her. Lev watches the door closely as Damien keeps the still screaming fucker pinned to the ground.

“Get him to the basement,” I order, and my father makes a call. Men arrive to help Damien and Havoc drag him to our in home torture chamber beneath the garage. “Lev, bring her when she’s ready.”

He gives me a nod, and I gesture for my father to follow me into the hall. We make it around the corner before he shoves me against the wall.

“I fucking meant it when I said I would protect her, that I wanted a relationship with you,” he sneers in my face.

“Then the first thing you think when you walk in there is that I hurt your girl? I know we don’t have much trust between us, but so help me son, if you ever again think for a single moment that I wouldn’t put my fucking life on the line to protect her, then you haven’t been listening to a damned thing I’m saying. And maybe there’s just no hope for us.”

I stare him down as he breathes heavily in my face. If he were anyone else in the world I’d just shoot them, but I owe him a debt for saving Evie, so I decide to play nice.

Like the fucking saint I apparently am today.

“Thank you,” I say. It was supposed to come out as sincere, but it sounded more pissed off so I try again because I really do mean it. “Thank you for protecting her. Care to tell me what happened?”

I get why he’s angry even as he steps back and runs a hand through his hair like he’s just trying to keep it together. He lets out a breath and gains his composure.

“I was going to meet you here and when I turned the corner, I saw that guy picking her lock and going into her room. It didn’t click in my mind what was happening at first, but I ran as soon as I realized he wasn’t one of the three of you. For a second, I assumed maybe she was hooking up with staff too because apparently having more than one man in her bed is the norm…”

I throw a punch to his gut, not just for him thinking that idiotic thought, but because he also voiced it out loud. He turns to hit me back, but I shove him. This isn’t a pissing match. I’m setting a standard, and that is not how my girl will be spoken about. She may be with the three of us, but if any other man were to try to touch her I’d remove their fingers before letting them bleed out at her feet.

“I suggest you try again, or at the very least do not share your idiotic thoughts out loud,” I say, straightening my suit jacket and readjusting the collar. My father huffs at me but continues.

“Anyway, I moved behind him and when I saw him attempting to go into her bathroom, without announcing himself, I knew he wasn’t invited. I shot him in the leg where he knelt and moved around so that Evie wouldn’t hit me with a blade in case she thought I was the intruder. It helped that the guy fell into the bathroom door and was lying on the ground screaming, but I also didn’t want to get stabbed. I’ve been warned about her aim.”

“Who warned you?”

“Havoc. He and I have been talking. When he’s not training Laney in the gym, we are setting up his initiation: working him through meeting the members and learning our routes in town.”

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