But whatever.
Silver had my number. Or Price’s. Same difference.
Mysisterhad my number, and she knew I existed. She knew enough that she cared about sending her adopted brother and his minions to help me out againstherbiological father… I didn’t know what to think. But I was excited even if I hated it. Even if I knew that there was a strong possibility that Silver looked like her bitch mother, or evil father, and that I would want to throat punch her just for that.
Even if it meant she had known about me before now and had never once tried to contact me or… or nothing, because I had other things to think about.
Even without Wraith’s help, I had something better. A girl – Ivy Quinn - I had known around one of the high schoolsI’d attended, this one in Barcelona, had been the daughter of an English gang leader. She and her younger sister had kept to herself mostly, but as I was one of the few people who had spoken English, I had been paired up with her a lot in lessons and things. So we had always been polite to each other. Plus, our fathers had often run in similar circles, until almost her entire family line had been slaughtered a few months ago.
According to the general public, the CSG no longer existed and the Quinn family were extinct. Anyone who was anyone knew the opposite; Ivy Quinn was very much alive, only she was smarter than her daddy had ever been. Now she ran the family businesses from the shadows, and had reached out more than once with the desire to set up business with me as she restarted her family empire with herself as the queen.
She ran her gang out of the West Midlands, more than London, but that didn’t matter. Within a handful of phone calls, exchanges of various information and promises, I now had a small army of borrowed gangsters heading their way to me. Ones that were like my crew; loyal to their leader without doubt and not entirely garbage people who ran around raping and murdering innocents. They were going to watch over everyone who needed watching until John was dead. They were going to be my eyes and ears in a place that I did not know. And they were going to give me guns, cars, and whatever else I needed until I could go home.
It was excellent.
Protection and normal gang stuff was now Ivy’s sort of problem, not mine. She hadn’t even asked for anything in return, but that was no doubt because she knew I would offer. My thanks could come in the form of business connections and whatever deals we could barter that would make us both a bunch more money. Something she no doubt would love a lot more than me.
But regardless, all of that meant I could concentrate on other things, more important things. Like the two quickly shirtless men walking into the hotel bathroom as I showered away the grime and blood, partly because I needed to, mostly because I couldn’t just sit around waiting for the three men of mine that were still out to return.
A little because I was waiting for the pain pills to kick in and hoping that my migraine would wash down the drain.
“Are you keeping your face dry?” Lincoln was in his boxers before I could answer his blunt version of a greeting, his pretty tattoos and tan on display for me to ogle as he brushed his teeth at the sink next to Logan.
“Of course, bunny. So far, it’s my body that’s wet all over.” I put on my best innocent expression as I peered out the shower door gap and the steam. “But I cannot wash my hair or body because of my hands being all damaged… it is a shame, really. I am so filthy and do not know what to do.”
Logan snorted as he shucked his boxers and slid into the shower behind me, grabbing my sponge and soap before he started washing me. He made sure to pay extra attention to my breasts and ass. I presumed they needed extra… care.
“Move over, brat.” Lincoln shuffled in front of me, his feet squeaking on the ground as I did my best to keep my eyes on his pretty face and not his pretty- “Stop looking at my cock.”
“What cock?”
He chuckled darkly as he grabbed my throat. “The one you’re obsessed with.”
“Mhmm.” It was hard to reply. A little because he was choking me. Mostly because I refused to boost his ego unless he truly made me.
Swiping water from his eyes, Lincoln gave me a hard look.
“Logan, I think the princess needs an attitude adjustment.” He pushed me closer to Logan until my back hit his chest. “She’sbeen thoroughly bratty today.” He breathed as he wedged me between the two of them. “I fully intend on punishing her for it. You’re welcome to assist.”
Logan kissed my shoulders as his magic hands worked the suds into my skin, washing away all my thoughts and sins down the drain. Then they tried to wash something else that was thoroughly wet and desperate for him.
“Do you like being punished, pretty girl?” He breathed as he trailed kissed down my shoulder blades.
“Yes.” I swallowed hard as Linc loosened his grip enough that I could talk.
“By all of us, or just Lincoln?” Logan asked as he pushed me deeper under the showerhead until we were all thoroughly dripping.
“All of you.” Two of his fingers slid inside of me, and I whined and bucked my hips. “Any of you. I don’t mind.” For a moment, I forced myself to think through my desire and the delicious feelings he was eliciting from me and remember which of my men I was dealing with. “But you don’t need to do anything you’re not comfortable with. If you don’t want to share like this, we can just-”
He cut me off. “I don’t mind sharing you with Lincoln.” With a quick tilt of my head, he kissed me hard and fast, speaking between words. “It’s easy to let you be with someone else who loves you and I know is good. I’m not uncomfortable in the slightest.”
I had no complaints. None.
“Pfft. I’m not good,” Lincoln scoffed as he grabbed one of my pots filled with a deep treatment hair mask from the shelf in the corner. “I’m pure evil.”
“Sure, bunny. Whatever you say.” I panted as he unscrewed the lid and Logan moved his hand faster. “What are you doing?”
“This takes what, fifteen minutes?” He grabbed some and quickly slathered my hair in it, careful to avoid the roots like I’d taught him. “That’s enough time for your punishment.”
