Bound To My Ex's Father And Brother

Where Do I Sign?

This can’t be happening. There’s no way this is happening.

I grab a bit of skin from my inner forearm and pinch so hard that I wince.

“Really? You’re pinching yourself?” Killian chimes in, his hands tucked into his pockets as he looks at me like I’m the most amusing thing. “Wake up. This isn’t a dream, sweetheart.”

“A girl can dream,” I bite back, trying to keep afloat as I look between both of my supposed in-laws. “I need to get out of here.”

I turn to exit the room, but a hand grabs me and yanks me back. I collide into a chest made of steel. I look up to see I’m standing face-to-face with Malachi, Ronan’s father.

“You’re not going anywhere.” his voice sends chills down my spine, but I straighten to show him I’m not intimidated in the least. “You asked for our faces. Now, you’ve seen them.”

“Yeah, and now, I’m getting the hell out of here,” I hiss.

“You don’t get a taste of The Lords and walk away,” he continues. His free hand grips my jaw, tilting my face so our eyes are locked onto each other. “The offer still stands. Become ours.”

I blink. “You don’t care that I’m Ronan’s wife? Your son’s wife?” I make emphasize on the ‘son’so he knows just how f****d up of a situation this is.

“Do you have plans to go back to him?” Killian cuts in, standing really close that I could feel his chest brushing my back.

The image of Ronan inside Cassandra, and his vile words flash through my mind. A rush of anger soars through my veins. My fists clench at my sides.

“Never.”

“Then it shouldn’t matter if you’re with us… unless,” he leans in so close that I feel his lips brush my ear. “You still care.”

“I don’t care about Ronan. He can rot in hell for all I care.”

“What do you think about taking the front seat, watching him rot in hell? How exciting that would be?” Killian offers.

“What do you mean?” I ask, my gaze still fixated on Malachi. God, he’s so hot it hurts.

Ronan was always handsome to me, arguably the most good-looking man to me. But standing in front of me, he doesn’t even come close.

“We’ll teach you things you never knew. New experiences of pleasure you never could fathom. We’ll make you feel s*x like you’ve never felt before.” Malachi says, his fingers gliding down my jaw to hook my collar.

“You’ll be ours for a year. Our submissive red-haired goddess.” He tugs me closer by my collar as he leans down so his lips almost touch mine. “We’ll spoil you in ways Ronan never did. Give you everything you want. And you can rub it in Ronan’s face if you deem fit.”

I feel goosebumps break out on my skin. The severity of his words and the dark promise it holds feels all too thrilling.

“Tempting,” I say, trying to keep my voice steady. “But what’s in it for you two? This sounds too good to be true. What do I have to offer?”

“You,” Malachi whispers, his fingers trailing dangerously close to my breasts. “All we want is you.”

His fingers on my skin send heat rushing through me as I recall what it felt like to have two of them inside me. I can still feed their seed inside me, and oh, how I want so much more.

But the part of me that can think in times of weakness like this blares a red warning.

Sure, they’re hot and all, too hot in fact, and having s*x with them was mindblowing. They’re also offering to take care of me, and I’m sure they’re more than capable of doing so.

But I might be heartbroken, but I’m not poor. I’m capable of taking care of myself--my parents made sure of that. They left me a fortune after they’d passed.

May their precious souls rest in peace.

Getting with Ronan’s brother and daddy would be the perfect revenge. He deserved that and so much worse.

But I wanted nothing to do with him anymore. I wasn’t the type to get back at people. It was best to let them be, and just hate from a distance.

“Do I offer you my soul too?” I ask.

“Body, mind, and soul, Red,” Killian hums from behind me, his voice doing things to my body I don’t want to dwell on right now. “It’ll be ours. So, what do you say? Have you got what it takes to make a deal with the devils?”

I do, but it still looks suspicious.

I pry. “But why would you want to help me get my revenge on Ronan? He’s your family.”

They immediately go rigid. I feel the tension from their bodies. Sensitive topic?

“He’s not family anymore,” Malachi responds.

“Why?” I ask. Whatever Ronan could’ve done must’ve been grave enough for his own family to disown him.

“That’s none of your concern.” Malachi’s sudden cold tone surprises me. The death stare in his eyes surprises me even more.

I decide against pressing on it. I already have the answer I need to make a decision.

“I’m not interested,” I deadpan, and manage to free myself from their midst. I reach for my lingerie and put it on, making sure to avoid their gazes even though I can feel them on me.

When I’m all dressed, except for my coat, I lift my gaze and look between the two of them.

“Alright then.” That’s all Malachi says. Killian, who’s been chatty all this while, doesn’t even utter a word.

Are they not even going to try to convince me? Wow. That bruises my ego for a moment, but I let it slide.

“I want nothing to do with Ronan, nor his family,” I say as I pick up my phone and put it into the lingerie’s breast pad. “The s*x was great and all, the offers are pretty good too, but I don’t want to get myself involved. As much as I hate to say it, I’m choosing to be the bigger person.”

When it’s obvious they’re not going to say anything, I turn my back to leave. Just when I’m about to grab the knob and push the door, my phone vibrates against my breasts.

I pull it out, unlock it, and stare at the notification.

The world suddenly stops spinning. I wipe my eyes to make sure I’m seeing clearly.

The notification stares back at me, as clear as day.

Debit alert: 35,500,000$.

Available balance: 267$

Transaction Remark: Ronan x Cassandra. xoxo

Jesus.

My vision turns red, and my heart hammers so hard and fast I fear it’ll jump out of my chest.

All my parents' wealth cleared just like that. All they’d worked for, gone in an instant.

And it’s all my fault. I’d been too naive and in love with Ronan to give him access to my parents’ wealth. Who even does that?

Tears well in my eyes, but they don’t spill. I’m too enraged to cry. All I want to do is rip Ronan and my b***h of a cousin’s guts out, and feed them to dogs at a shelter.

Unfortunately, I can’t do that. Instead, I turn back to Malachi and Killian. They’re still looking at me, anticipation etched on their faces, as if they’d been expecting this.

“Where do I sign?” I say curtly. “And by giving me anything I want, how much money are we talking here?”