Page 1 of Indulge
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BELLA
Kensington, London, England.
Taking a deep breath, I smooth down my deep pink dress and run my fingers through my hair one final time.
I know I’m about to walk into an interrogation zone—in my own damn house.
My three brothers think they’re slick, creeping in while I’m getting ready.
They think I don’t realize that even though I ‘ran away’, they had eyes on me the entire time.
There isn’t a corner of the United Kingdom I could disappear without one of them knowing.
I just needed time away from this fucking family. From the pressure. From the judgment of being the wild one.
And mostly, from the wedding I’m refusing to be the bride in.
I knew the second I came back home, they’d be here. Telling me what to do. Orchestrating my life just like our father did until he was shot in the damn head in front of me.
Nope. Not going there.
I never saw eye to eye with him, but that didn’t mean I wanted to see his brains splattered on the floor as I hid in the wardrobe. Or that I wanted to hear my mothers screams haunt me every day since.
I grab the bottle of vodka from my dressing table and knock some back. I’ll need it for the conversation I’m about to have.
As I tiptoe as best I can down the stairs in my heels, I debate making a run for the front door. Louise and Dex will be here any minute to save me anyway.
So, instead, I plaster on a smile and walk into the living room. The second I do, three sets of eyes snap to mine.
All brown eyes, just like our father. Jet black hair. All looking miserable as ever.
“Oh, wonderful, the full ensemble of brothers. I must really be in trouble,” I say with a sweet smile.
I can see Kane is biting back his response. He gets me the most. I might be the youngest sibling out of the four, but he was Mom’s baby boy.
Until recently, he was my best friend.
“Isabella,” Theo cuts the silence and stands.
I lean on the doorframe.
“Yes, Theo. How can I help you, brother dearest?”
Ryder takes a deep breath behind Theo, shooting a glare at me to stop.
I raise my eyebrows at Theo.
“We just came here to talk,” Theo says calmly.
I nod, slowly.
“Talk? Or order me around?” I counter.
My fists clench by my side as Theo lets out a sigh.
“Bel. Look. You know this isn’t what we want. But elders’ orders are elders’ orders. We cut a deal with the Quinns, and that deal is fucking massive for us after we almost fucked it all up. We need you to help us.”
