Of all the things shecould have done, Genevieve Quinn decides on the one thing that is sure to send us into a possessive rage.
This woman.Goddammit.
The instant I get my hands on her, I’m going to spank her ass so hard she won’t ever forget who she belongs to.And then Levi and Jude will do the same.
Fucking hell.
I zip through traffic like a madman, with Levi and Jude in the car with me.We’re going to get our woman, if we have to carry her back home, where she belongs, kicking and screaming if need be.
Which part of blocking her from leaving, taking her, branding her body with ours, and then telling her she’s not allowed to leave our house, our bed, did she not understand?
She had a teacher workday thing, but she’d already done the workshops, because that’s just who she is—always two steps ahead—so it was an off day for her too.
We thought we had properly tired her out after taking her virginity and then ravishing her multiple more times after.She wasn’t supposed to be able to move, not until we got back from playing baseball with Jake.What did she do?She moved.She fucking moved.Out of the bed.Out of the house.Where to?City fucking Hall.
When we came home to an empty bed and all her things were gone, we already knew we were going to flatten the world to find her.It was clear to us from the start that we were never going to let her go.
We knew we were hooked, hers for fucking ever.That she might not want us never entered our minds.She was born to be ours, dammit.Until we couldn’t find her, and our fucking universes fell apart.We, the cockiest billionaire bastards around, got scared.
Meanwhile, she ran away to City Hall.
It didn’t take us long to find her.Her friend Esme gave her up easily enough.Not that we gave her a choice or anything.
We arrive at City Hall like madmen; no one dares get in our way.And then we find her—applying for a marriage license.
A marriage license so she could marry someone else.
The fuck.
She sees us the instant we see her.And by the look in her eye, she knows she’s in trouble.
“Wait, wait,” she says, standing in front of the tall man, as if to shield him from us.She’s so lucky we aren’t going to disappear the bastard, and only because Esme warned us he was her childhood friend.We knew better than to make her mad.So Josh Burton—that’s his name—got off light because of her.
“No,” I say, scooping her up and tossing her over my shoulder.I’ll give the guy credit for trying to save her.
“Josh, no.Don’t worry about me.I’ll be fine.I’ll explain later,” she calls from over my shoulder.
Jude and Levi stop him, and eventually, he gives in.
By the time we make it to the car, Ms.Quinn is screaming murder at us.
I toss her into the car.Jude and Levi sit on either side of her in the back seat, and I slip into the driver’s seat.We’re taking her home.
“You imbeciles.Where’s Jake?”she shouts.
“With Harold.”
“Well, that’s good.But you need to let me out.I have to go back to Josh.You don’t understand.”
“Then explain it to us,” Levi says softly.His tone throws her off.From the rearview mirror, I see her taking a breath, tucking her hair behind her ears, and then fidgeting.
“I don’t know why this is any of your business,” she says calmly.
“Oh, trust us, it is,” Jude replies.
“Fine.Josh is my childhood friend.He’s running his dad’s restaurant but is going through a tough financial patch right now.He asked his grandmother for a loan since the banks refused him, and she told him she would give him the money if he got married.
“It was just to get the money from his grandmother.And you three ruined everything.He’s going to lose the restaurant his late dad built from scratch, and it’s all going to be your fault.He needed the money today.The banks are going to foreclose on his property.Now let me out so I can go and help my friend.”
