Page 59 of Dollhouse

King and I share the same fascination with blood, and Eli’s kink is cum. Many times, he’s urged King and I to finish all over a woman’s stomach or back so he can lick it off them.

Fuck, I can’t wait for the day that I can get my brothers and my girl into bed at the same time. It’ll be pure fucking magic to watch Eli lap my cum out of Tate’s pussy while King fucks him.

The thought instantly brings my dick to life and I have to adjust myself in my sweats.

“Moving on. What did you find out today?”

“Vlad caught one of the guys who ambushed us. He thought they were all dead, turns out this fucker faked it until we left.” Eli speaks up, filling me on what’s been going on. We agreed that Tate shouldn’t stay alone, so one of us will always need to stay home with her, which means one of us will be delayed on receiving information.

“He’s on his way to the cabin now so we can interrogate him. We need to find out who hired him and why they want Tate.”

King sits back eagerly in his chair and cracks his knuckles. Eli and I always do the interrogation when someone is brought to us in our workshop. After we get the information we need, King then gets to step in and have his fun. And when it comes to having fun, King is a sick bastard that enjoys inflicting pain.

I’m positive that the fucker gets off on it.

“I’m going to go see my butterfly. Call me when it’s my turn to play,” King singsongs as he gets up from the chair and exits the office, leaving Eli and I alone to discuss the rest of the events from today.

“We both know that Tate doesn’t believe her husband could be the one behind this, but I don’t want to rule anything out. I have our security team looking into him. Soon we’ll know everything there is to know about him and his whereabouts. Also, they’re gathering every article online about her disappearance.”

“Regardless of if he’s behind this or not, I want to get my hands around his neck and kill the fucker for laying a hand on her head.”

“Agreed. I don’t think he’s behind it though from what she’s told us. From the brief research I did, he’s just a doctor who liked to beat the fuck out of his wife. I haven’t been able to find any connection between him and any gangs. But security will find everything we need to know. Both gang and mercenary affiliation will be checked too. No stone will be left unturned.”

My anger is building, and I am becoming frustrated with the fact there’s nothing I can do. I scrub my hands over my face with a groan. “Yeah, okay. We’ll wait and see what they can find out.” I am so fucking angry and rightfully so.

“We’ll figure this out, brother, she’s ours now, and we’re going to keep her safe. No one will get to her.” I know that to be true. As long as I’m still breathing, she will be safe.

As long as any one of us is still breathing. She’s connected to us in ways that aren’t completely understood.

She was born to be mine. And sixteen years ago, she came into my life for a reason. She was meant to be mine from the moment I laid eyes on her.

I can only hope that Eli’s fondness toward her will continue to grow. Knowing him, he doesn’t allow himself to get close to women. He doesn’t trust them.

Perhaps Eli is another one I’ll have to protect Tate from.

Three days ago, Vlad brought in one of the men who was involved in the ambush against us to my workshop.

Eli and Rowen have been interrogating him and trying to get answers as to who hired him to attack us and take Tate, and so far, he’s been mute. He hasn’t said a single thing, no matter the tactics they’ve implemented.

Since they can’t get him to talk, now it’s my turn to try.

My ways to get someone to talk usually work when the person who needs interrogated isn’t cooperating.

It’s nine at night and Tate is sitting in the living room painting her nails and watching an episode ofGilmore Girls. She loves that show, and watches it nearly every day. She can even fucking quote it, and if I wasn’t so smitten with her, I’d find it annoying.

It’s not safe for her to be in public, so Eli had bought her a bunch of girly shit the other day while we were in the city.

He went overboard buying her nail stuff and makeup that she doesn’t even need. But it’s nice to have a girl around to spoil. He also bought her some more clothes, which she has yet to wear since she’s always wearing one of our shirts and panties. Not that I’m complaining, I actually prefer her to walk around naked.

I am listening to her quote something that Lorelai says as she sticks her hand inside of the UV light that Eli got her for the gel polish.

I only know what it is because she’d rolled her eyes when I asked, and Rowen had to tell me. But can you blame me? How would I know about this shit?

I lean forward and grab her ponytail from behind the couch, wrap it around my hand and pull her back to me. I’m greeted with a smirk already fixed on her plump, tempting lips.

“I have to go and help out Eli and Rowen. Stay here, butterfly. Don’t go outside. One of us will be back later.”

“Are you going to kill that guy they have out in the shed?” We didn’t keep it from her that we were holding someone in one of our sheds in the woods, but we avoided discussing the details with her about what was going on. So, she surprises me when she mentions me killing someone.

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