Page 141 of G.O.D.S Omnibus

“Should we talk about how you’re feeling about all of this?” Brennan asks, his tone concerned. I shake my head; I’m not ready to open that can of worms yet. It’s still not real that they’re sitting across the table.

“Tomorrow. Right now, I just want to go to bed.” I turn to Creed. “Alone. I just need time to process everything.”

“You have until the morning, then we will be talking. This entire situation isn’t something we can just sweep under the rug,” Boston says with a look that tells me he means business.

I agree with a nod—I know we can’t pretend this never happened. While I don’t want to be angry, right now I’m so damn furious that if I open Pandora’s box, it isn’t going to be pretty. Putting my hands on the table, I push my chair out, the screech of the legs sliding across the floor the only sound to be heard. Turning my back on the guys, I head up the stairs to my bedroom. Being hidden in the kitchen means they are pretty handy for a swift escape.

Stripping down to my underwear, I slip into my bed and pull the comforter right up under my neck. As I curl into a ball, tears start falling down my face, and the hurt grips my heart and squeezes.

Someone knocks at the door, but I don’t answer. After a minute, it opens, and Creed pops his head in. I knew as soon as I gave in to the turbulent emotions raging inside me, he wouldn’t be far away.

“We come in peace and will keep our dicks in our pants,” he says, stepping into the room.

“Speak for yourself. My dick has a mind of its own,” Chester quips, pushing past Creed.

“I can feel your pain and I can’t stay away. Can we hold you?”

Taking a deep, steadying breath, I nod. Creed can feel my emotions, and Chester feels more than he lets on. We’re not sure of the full extent of his abilities—even he doesn’t know that much since he refuses to tap into them.

They move in closer to the bed, both men stripping down to their boxers—scratch that, Chester gets naked. I turn my attention to Creed because now isn’t an appropriate time for sex and I can’t mask these feelings. Chester crawls in behind me, pulling me into his chest, my ass nestled comfortably against his rock-hard cock. Creed gets in on the other side and turns his back to me so I can spoon him. My mood mellows, and I can’t believe I forgot again. Whenever I want to be alone, he is always there to comfort me—even if I don’t want him to be. But it’s too late now; there’s no way he would leave even if I kicked him out.

My eyes open, and the room is pitch black. I’m pinned to the bed by Chester’s arm, which is slung over my waist, and Creed’s legs are tangled in mine. With a full bladder, I wiggle my way out from under them, surprised when neither of them wakes. I tiptoe across the room quietly so they can both keep sleeping.

I walk into my en suite, close the door, and flick on the light. But it’s while I am sitting on the toilet that it hits me like a smack in the face—just like I knew it would. I wanted to sleep off the shock before processing everything that went down yesterday, but Creed’s calming presence lulled me into a sense of security.

I’m mad—they all lied to me. Again. A-fucking-gain.

I finish up and go down to the kitchen to get a glass of water.

Mind still reeling from everything they told me, my head falls back, and I bite back a scream that will unleash all the anguishplaguing me. My eyes open, landing on a smoke alarm, and I remember a new rule that was implemented recently. All smoke alarms have to be connected—a new safety measure or some shit. It’s annoying as fuck because when one goes off in a house, they all go off. But it gives me an idea.

I climb onto the kitchen bench and press the tester button. The alarms blare through the house, and I stand there on the damn bench in nothing but a shirt and wait. They will all eventually come this way looking for me, or in the case of Chester and Creed, they’ll come down to find me.

Within seconds, Creed is running down the stairs. “Tenshi,” he shouts, panic in his voice. He flicks the light on just as Chester runs into his back. They both look up at me, and I point to the table, smirking at the fact that Chester is still naked.

Within a minute, the kitchen is filled with half-naked men. Relief washes over them as they notice me standing here, and I do the same to each of them and point to the table. The only person missing is Kai. Once they’re all seated, Kai drags himself into the kitchen with sleep-filled eyes, his black hair sticking up all over the place. He’s wearing a pair of black boxer briefs, a long-sleeved, button-up business shirt—though the buttons aren’t done in the right order—and his damn crocs.

“Thanks for joining us. At least I know not to rely on you to save me in an emergency.”

“You learn something new every day,” he rasps as he walks to the table and sits down. I shake my head and jump down from the bench.

“Care to explain why you woke us all up at two in the morning in just a shirt?” Boston asks, annoyance lacing his tone.

“Please let it be an orgy,” Kai mumbles to himself as he places his head down on the table and closes his eyes.

“No.” I cross my arms, which only enhances my cleavage, so I drop them to my side. “I’m mad and I need to yell,” I snap.

“The floor is yours, Wildflower.” I see the sadness in Case’s eyes. Out of all the guys, Case and Chester have seemed to struggle with my return the most.

“How could you?” I admonish, focusing on Team Hades. “You all knew what it felt like to lose me, that pain you went through. Case, the way you explained it to me was like your heart was ripped from your chest, right? I felt that, yet you all lied to me... again. How many lies will there be? Any more secrets you need to share? Because one more lie, and I’m out. If I want to be around people who lie to me, I may as well live with Mr Z. At least I know not to trust him, and if I have no expectations, then I can’t get hurt. That is what you have done—hurt me, again and again and again. And stupid me, I just throw myself at all of you because it’s how I feel loved. But you know what? Fuck you all because my legs are closed. You want to prove your love or feelings or whatever, then I want gifts...”

Boston opens his mouth to say something, but I shoot him a glare and he snaps it shut.Good boy.

“Yes, you heard me right.” I nod my head for emphasis. “Make no mistake, I’m pissed. I want to lash out and hurt you all, but that won’t get me far because most of you are fucked in the head and would get off on that. Oh, and I take back the no sex because I shouldn’t be punished—but it better be the best sex that I’ve ever had. And while we are on the subject of sex, none of you get a say. I love sex. I don’t want a traditional relationship, I never have. If you don’t want in on this, then say so now. You don’t have to be part of whatever the fuck this clusterfuck is called, but there will be no take backs. If you’re out, you’re out.”

I take a breath and look around the room. “Brennan?” I question with a raised brow. I know he has avoided the issue and, well, fuck him. His elbows rest on the table and his head falls into his hands.

“Answer me,” I demand as my patience with his silence snaps.

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