Page 32 of Theirs

I open the side of the dumpster, peeking in and finding three boxes. It’s not much, but it’s a start. I carry the boxes, and head back toward my apartment. When I get upstairs, I pause, seeing my door is cracked open. The blood drains from my face, I was an idiot for not locking it. I was also an idiot for thinking that things couldn’t get any worse than they already are. Fuck, what if Mr. Snuffy got out? He could be long gone, scared right now. I’ve had Mr. Snuffy since he was a little runt, I found him in the middle of the street, and he’s been the best thing to happen to me. I can’t lose that ball of fluff. He’s the only thing I have left.

I take a step back, and try to rationalize. Maybe the wind just blew the door open, but that’s impossible. I may have not locked the door, but I know I pulled it shut, the wind didn’t twist the knob. I see a slight movement in the room, someone’s in there. The shadow is way bigger than my cat’s shadow.

As quiet as possible, I sit the boxes down, and try to spot my baseball bat propped up right next to the open door. If I can grab that, I can use it to knock out whoever is in there. Maybe it’s the landlord... we’ll just pretend that never occurred to me, that way I can still enjoy hitting the asshole in the head with my baseball bat.

I don’t take another moment thinking about it, I reach a hand in, grab it, and let out a shriek as I kick the door open and raise the bat in the air, not even concerned about waking any of my neighbors, they sleep through rapid gunfire, and sirens all the time.

“Lav,” says Ben, coming into view, just as I’m about to swing. “It’s okay, it’s just us.”

I turn and find a pissed off Mac. “What the hell were you thinking about leaving your apartment unlocked, Miss. Sullivan?”

Part of me hopes he wants to throw me over his knee. Make me forget about the pain I’m feeling by giving me a different type of pain.

I drop the bat, and go into the hall to get my boxes, not saying a word as I sit them in the living room. Alex and Colin are leaning against my bed, watching. They haven’t said a word. Mr. Snuffy sits safely beside Collin on the bed, getting his little chin scratched.

“Are you going to answer me?” Mac asks, pushing the door closed and locking it.

Suddenly, the little studio feels even smaller.

“I told you I didn’t feel like having guests,” I tell Mac. I wonder if he can hear the numbness in my voice. I look over and find Ben holding the eviction notice in his hands. I rip it from his grip and ball it up, throwing it into my trash can.

“Well, maybe you should have locked your fucking door,” Mac says, his jaw clenched. He’s pissed.

I squeeze my fists at my sides. Ready for the fight. “Don’t fucking talk to me like a child. You’re not my dad!”

He chuckles, but his jaw stays sharp. “No, I’m not. But I’m glad we’ve finally gotten to what makes you tick, little brat. You need a Daddy. Someone who will discipline you when you behave like a little shit.”

“Don’t call me a brat!” I yell.

Mac points a finger over to where Alex and Colin are standing. “Then stop acting like one, go over, and put your head in Alex’s lap. Bend over.”

My cheeks flame in embarrassment. Mac likes spanking me, I like it too, but I still feel embarrassed when he’s always doing it in front of the other guys. I guess that’s the point, tear me down in front of them, so I start behaving. I get to shut off what I’m feeling when Mac takes over. I need Mac to make me forget.

“Don’t drag your feet, Kitten,” Mac says. “It only makes the punishment worse.”

I do as he asks, leaning my head into Alex’s lap. He runs a hand over my hair, and I close my eyes, relaxing into his touch. It’s the first time he’s touched me. I want him to keep petting me.

“Look at Colin,” Mac says, approaching me, and pulling my hips to attention. “Watch him while he watches you.”

I look into Colin’s eyes. Mr. Snuffy has hopped down to get some food. Alex continues smoothing my hair back. He gives me a smile, and I glance down, thinking I can see the outline of his hard cock. God, when is he going to stop watching, and just fuck me? Touch me?

“Now,” Mac says behind me, resting a hand on my ass. “Here’s the plan: you’re going to pack a bag, and stay with Colin where it’s actually safe. We’re going to send someone to come pack up your apartment and take your stuff to his place.”

I try to lift up and argue, but Alex reaches out a hand to hold me down.

“Let us take care of you, Lav,” Ben pleads from somewhere behind me. “Don’t fight it. We’ll take care of you.”

I struggle against the hold the men have on me. “I don’t need anyone to take care of me!”

A sharp smack stings my ass, and I groan against Alex’s lap. His cock suddenly hardens against my cheek, under his pants. I want to make him twitch in those pants of his. He likes watching Mac do this to me just as much as Colin likes it.

“Fuck you, Mac!” I say, earning another spank. “You’re not going to try to solve my daddy issues by taking care of me and punishing me when I’m being a brat.”

He pulls his hand back, and spanks me harder. I groan, and push my head further into Alex’s lap. I look up and find him biting his bottom lip— yeah, he likes it. I rest my head against his lap again, and place a small kiss on his covered cock.

“Fuck me,” he exhales. “Shit.”

“So you do want me?” I ask with a wicked smile.

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