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Giada looks at Natalia and I know our girl hasn’t said a word when Giada’s mouth forms an ‘O’ from shock as a few pieces of the puzzle slide into place for her. As Drake pulls Natalia to the front door, her friend yells, “Text me!”

She walks with Drake in front of me, and my eyes can’t help but focus on the swaying of her full hips as she steps closer to the vehicle.

“Sunshine.”

Natalia stops and turns to me. I motion for her to come to me and she does. Taking her face in my hands, I lower my head and press my lips to hers. She grabs onto my shirt, fists it and pulls me closer as I push my tongue into her mouth. A little moan slips out of her and speaks directly to my cock.

Drake growls loudly, “Let’s go, you two.”

CHAPTER 26

NATALIA

The ride back to the house was quiet. I could tell both men had something on their minds, but they didn’t tell me what it was. I didn’t ask because it felt wrong. The air was thick with anxiety and I think I was almost afraid if I questioned it, they’d tell me the truth. Whatever the truth is, I’m not sure I want to know about it. As soon as we walk into the house, Drake says, “Sit,” while pointing at the sectional. I take a seat and wait while the wheels in my head keep turning, and it finally hits me.

They’ve had their fill. Both men are done with me and want me to leave. This is what I wanted, right? Why is the lump in my throat growing? Why am I ready to cry when I never wanted either of these men to begin with?

I shake my head, trying to keep my emotions at bay. “You don’t have to say anything. I’ll go.”

Drake folds his arms over his chest as he narrows his gaze at me. “What?”

I wipe a tear that breaks free. “We don’t need to have a conversation. You’re done. I’ll go.”

He chuckles with amusement, “You aren’t going anywhere, Pretty Girl. We are nowhere near done with you, but we need to have a conversation. It’s going to be hard to hear, but it’s necessary.”

Dante kneels in front of me, “Sunshine. Your parents aren’t your parents.”

“What?” I ask because I heard the words he said, but they make little sense to me, so I’m sure I’ve misheard him.

“They aren’t your biological parents,” Drake clarifies.

I laugh because for years I fantasized I had been adopted and my real parents were looking for me. Reality eventually squashed the fantasy, just like it does with all fantasies. I hadn’t been adopted and nobody that loved me fiercely was looking for me.

I glance at Dante first and then Drake; both expressions show concern but I still don’t understand what they’re trying to say.

“What are you talking about?”

Drake says, “Bebe kidnapped you when you were a baby. Those assholes are not your family.”

I gasp loudly before asking, “They kidnapped us?”

Dante squeezes my hand gently. “No, Sunshine. Just you. She isn’t your sister.”

Drake approaches us and says, “It’s time to go see them. They will answer every single question you have.”

Pushing away from Dante, I rise from my seat, “I am not going to my parent’s house.”

Both brothers grab one of my hands as Drake says, “No. We are going to our warehouse, where they are being held.”

My eyes snap to his. “You kidnapped them?”

He chuckles like I told a funny joke, “After what they’ve done to you, they are lucky to be still breathing. Although, the only reason they aren’t dead is so that you can get the answers you need.”

What game are these two playing? This can’t possibly be true. My family hates me. Indeed, had they kidnapped me they would’ve returned me because none of them can stand the sight of me. Their hatred for me runs so deep that I’m sure if this were true I w, would’ve been back with my biological family within years.

“Is this a cruel joke?”

I don’t get a response from either brother. Instead, I’m pulled out of the house and back to the car. I sit in the back with a man on each side of me. Drake grabs my leg, but I glare at him. “Don’t fucking touch me.”

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