Page 32 of De Luca: The Sinister Game

Placing my thumb and finger on her chin and tilt her head back, “No Sunshine. You don’t get to be ashamed of feeling good.”

Standing on her toes, she presses her lips to mine and I kiss her back with more forcefulness than is necessary. Natalia whimpers when I wrap her hair around my fists and yank her head back so I can devour her slender neck. Fuck. This is what I want her to give herself to me like this. Not because if she doesn’t, her pathetic cunt of a sister will die. But because she wants this as much as we do. I groan when she digs her nails into my chest as she melts into me. Drake comes up behind her and she whimpers as she’s sandwiched between the two of us.

“Are you wet for us, Pretty Girl?”

She giggles lightly. “I’ve been wet since you basically kidnapped me. I have to go. Gia is waiting for me.”

My brother grabs her shoulders and spins her until she’s facing him. “We did not kidnap you. You have never been treated like a kidnap victim. However, if you’d prefer, I’d be happy to keep you chained to a bed twenty-four seven.”

We both chuckle as she visibly shrinks. “No. Please,” her voice trembles in a plea to not be locked up like the captive she claims to be.

Drake glares at her, his hands gripping her shoulders. “You want to play the victim, you’ll be the victim. Play stupid games, win stupid prizes, Pretty Girl. Understood?”

She nods emphatically, “Yes.”

“Good girl. Now behave yourself today. No stopping at the pharmacy. Got it?”

“Yes,” she says bitterly and my brother chuckles, “Who gives you pain when you need it, Pretty Girl?”

“You,” she quickly answers.

Drake and I are different in this aspect. I don’t mind causing people pain, but not her. I want to kiss her and make everything better. My brother likes to cause pain to even her. And she wants it. I don’t understand it, but I accept it. Although I wonder if the time will come when I get phased out. If Drake can give her everything she needs, why would she want me? She wouldn’t. My brother might be enough for her, but I won’t be. All three of my brothers mean the world to me. Then again, so does Natalia. What would I do if Drake decided he wanted her all to himself?

CHAPTER 24

DRAKE

Today is the day. We're about to finally have all the puzzle's missing pieces. That is our sweet Natalia. She has been less than forthcoming with the information we want. I know her sister hates her, but I don’t know why. Her parents have never tried to protect her, but I have no clue why. What could she have possibly done to make her own family have such distaste for her? I feel like it takes a lot of bullying to get to where the victim wants to cut their own flesh. I want to know everything. And we will get it or all three of them will pay with their lives. We let her sister go once without getting the answers we were seeking. It won’t happen twice. Do I know how pissed she’d be if we went back on our word and killed the cunt? Yeah, but she’ll get over it when she realizes she’s better off without her. That’s not family. She doesn’t need people like that in her life. She needs us.

Dante is unusually quiet as we drive to the warehouse where the sister and parents wait for us. I turn onto the freeway and ask him, “What’s up?”

He glances at me before continuing to gaze out the window. “Nothing.”

I give him a few minutes before I press him again, “Dante. Spit it out.”

My brother glances at me with a worried expression. “Are you planning to take her from me?”

“What?”

He shrugs his shoulders. “Sharing is fine for a while, right? But people don’t do it forever. I assume eventually you’ll decide you want her to yourself.”

I chuckle loudly before rolling my eyes. “Ever heard the word polyamorous? People absolutely choose to do it forever. Aside from that, I am happy with how things are. And I’d never do that to you. You’ve got to know me better than that.”

My brother has been in love with Natalia for a long time. I don’t think she has any clue how deep his feelings run for her. But I do. While I might not be a good man, I am a good brother and I’d never hurt him like that. Stealing Natalia from him would be unforgivable.

“You’re my brother. Trust me, I’d never do that to you. I don’t think she’d go for it either. Why would you even think we would?”

He closes his eyes and throws his back against the seat. “You’ve got this pain thing. What do I have?”

I answer honestly, “Her heart.”

That’s the truth. I’ve had her body and I will have it again. I’ll take her pain and her breath when I want it. But a man like me doesn’t get a heart like Natalia’s. I don’t deserve it and I never will.

"Dante, this type of dynamic can work." It requires open and honest communication, but it doesn’t have to be wrought with jealousy. There’s no need for it.

She’s ours. Not mine. Not yours. Ours.”

My brother groans, “Alright. I’ll get out of my head about it. I trust you.”

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