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“Do you see me differently now?”

I gaze at her in confusion. “What?”

Helping her out of her clothes, she speaks quietly, barely above a whisper, “I murdered her. I’m not the sweet girl you thought I was. Do you see me differently now?”

Lifting her so she’s standing, I kneel before her, and undo her jeans before pulling them down her legs along with her panties.

Natalia, you're still my sunshine, the greatest thing ever to enter my life, and you'll always be my perfect sweet girl.

Once she’s naked, I rise to my full height, grab her chin gently, as I stare at her bloody face. “She deserved it. They all do. Do not waste any energy on feeling guilty. She took so much from you and doesn’t get to take anymore.”

Moving away from her, I turn the water on, and once I have the water right, I tell her to step inside the shower. She does, and I get undressed so I can join her.

Natalia

I quickly scrub my face and neck because the stench of Nicole’s blood on my skin isn’t something I want around. Dante steps in behind me and wraps his arms around me, pulling me tight against his chest, “I’m proud of you, Sunshine.”

Turning around to face him, I laugh lightly, “You’re proud of me for killing someone?”

He narrows his gaze and says, “No. I’m proud of you for taking control of your life. I’m proud of you for destroying a person who would have kept hurting you until she took her final breath.”

Nothing has turned out like I expected. Not with the brothers and definitely not with the people I thought were my family. Somehow it feels right, and that terrifies me.

Dragging my fingers up his chest, I do something far scarier than ending Nicole's life.

“Are you going to let me go now?”

He stares at me with a heated expression for what feels like an eternity before asking, “Is that what you want? Is that what you dream about? Being free of us?”

I shake my head no because it’s the last thing I want. “I never wanted this. You both forced it on me with no thought of what it would mean for me. I should want to be free of you, but I don’t. Lately I live every day wondering if today will be the day you tire of me and walk away.”

He grabs my ass and lifts me effortlessly before slamming into me. “I’ll never be tired of you. I’ll never let you go. Not even if you beg me to.”

I wrap my arms around his neck as he thrusts into me. Our wet skin sticks together as he grips my ass in a tight hold. I say the words I’ve never said to anyone, “Dante. I love you.”

He paused with wide eyes before slamming my back against the shower wall. “Fuck. Sunshine. Jesus.”

Taking my lips in an aggressive kiss, he continues fucking me like it’s the first time. Sex with Dante and Drake is never bad. But it feels different this time, like it’s more than sex. His gaze connects with mine and he demands, “Say it again.”

Wrapping my legs tight around his waist, I speak my truth. “I love you. Dante, I love you.”

He closes his eyes tight as if he’s in pain. “I love you too, Natalia.”

“Dante,” I moan when he pulls out of me most of the way and slams back inside my pussy repeatedly.

“Come for me, baby.”

My body pulses around him as I tremble. Consumed by an orgasm, I dig my nails into his back, completely lost in him. And it's perfect as I feel him come inside me. The only thing missing is his brother. I should be ashamed of myself, but I’m not. Finally, I can admit the truth to myself. I want both of them, and I only hope that Drake still wants me. I don’t want either of them to walk away. If either of them didn’t want me, it’d leave a gaping hole in my chest. One that I’m not sure would ever heal.

CHAPTER 29

DRAKE

It’s amazing what you can find out from people that are trying to save their pathetic lives. Henry Grant told me it was August 4, 1998, when his wife came home with a baby that did not belong to her. He believes she was approximately three months old, ‌but of course, they aren’t sure when she was born. It was then that it occurred to me that our girl doesn’t know when her birthday is or what her fucking name is. Natalia is a name Bebe chose because she thought it went with Nicole. And of course twins have to have names that start with the same letter. Benji is working on trying to find families that reported the kidnapping of infants in Orlando, Florida, in August of ninety-eight. If her mother was having a medical emergency when she was taken, it’s possible she’s dead. If her parents reported her as missing, which I’m sure they did, it shouldn’t be difficult for Benji to find them. There’s few people more skilled than he is with locating people.

After they left, I had sent a text to Dante telling him to make sure she gets rest because once I get home she’ll be getting no sleep. I’m sure he fucked her several times after they got home and I’d bet my life that he comforted her with his dick while they were in the shower, so when I make it to the house, I’m taking my turn. I wanted to fuck her after she killed that bitch, but I knew she needed tenderness in that moment. That’s Dante, not me. I’m not capable of being gentle.

After taking a quick shower by myself, yeah, I might be a little irritated by that. I get dressed and head out to my truck. Glancing at the clock on the stereo, I notice it’s one in the morning. Our girl is probably sleeping, which is fine. I have no problem waking her with my tongue. Luckily the traffic is light at this time of night because my cock has been hard the entire drive home. I haven’t been able to think of anything other than our girl writhing beneath me. The way she looks, her scent, her pussy gripping me, it’s all perfection. But the way she sounds when she cries out my name, every fucking time, it’s my undoing. I don’t really understand it because that’s never been what turns me on with a woman.

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