Harley walked over to her, wrapped an arm around her waist, and held her close. He reached out and stroked under her hair and made her look at him.
“He can’t get his hands on you. He won’t ever.”
Tears rolled down her cheeks. The swollen, bruised cheekbone looked terrible, and Turbo still wanted to know how she’d sustained the welts and bruises on her ribs and sides. He clenched his teeth and just stared as Harley talked to her softly.
“You don’t know him, Harley. You don’t know what he does, what he did to me in Pakistan. He said things,” she whispered, her voice cracking as the tears fell. Turbo walked closer and covered her shoulders with his hands. When she looked up at him, those gorgeous green eyes glistened with tears and fear. A fear he wanted to take away so she wouldn’t have it.
“What do you mean he said things to you? He touched you?” Harley demanded to know. Jack, Covan, Slogan, Bailey, and Brady all gathered around.
“It was a mess, the moment we met Mulkan Massad and I knew something was up with Kyle and Ellis.” She explained everything about the trip and about her fears and knowing what was wrong. When she finally found out about the deals and the illegal activities, she was picked up by Admere’s men and brought to a warehouse. She told them about what she heard and what had happened to Ellis and even Kyle. Then she was forced out of New Delhi and brought to Pakistan—to a prison-type place where guards shoved her around and forced her to sit in a chair and listen to Mulkan rough up her brother.
“When I was taken into the room next and told about the deal and what was to happen, it was a life or death situation for all of us. We would have no choice but to come through on the deal.” She closed her eyes, and Harley caressed her hands on her lap and her thigh. Turbo pressed a kiss to her head and then spoke to her.
“What happened next?”
She gulped. “I was prepared to meet Admere Mullan in person.” She tilted her chin up and sniffled.
“Prepared?” Jack asked.
“Fuck,” Brady stated as if knowing exactly what she meant. Worse feelings hit Turbo’s stomach.
“Explain,” Harley said to her. She stared at him, tears flowing.
“They brought me into an area where women bathed me, prepared me to be…presented to Admere.” She sobbed.
“What the fuck?” Covan said aloud and then began to pace.
Harley continued to caress her thighs.
“What happened from there?”
“They put these oils on me and then dressed me in this sheer, see-through gown type of thing. I was brought to a room and placed by a window looking out at the soldiers down below and the intense security around the entire area. I knew there was no way to escape. When the door opened, I heard a familiar voice and was shocked to see Coleman standing there with Admere.”
“Coleman disappeared. No one knows where he’s at, but we’ll find him,” Slogan said to her.
“What did the Admere say to you? What did he do?” Harley asked her.
She stared at him. “He threatened me. Made a decision based on Coleman’s push to let me go back to New York and ensure that the deal went through as he wanted it to. He said he would call upon me to come back to him, and he…he ensured that I understood his rules, that he was in charge, and ultimately he would own me, and one day be in his bed.” She tilted her chin up and tried to act strong.
Harley spoke low, his eyes narrowed, a scowl on his face. “He touched you? You said he touched you, did he—”
She shook her head. “There are things a man can do, can say to a woman, especially a man as powerful, evil and big as Admere to make her submit. To accept his authority, his threats as real, and his promises as certain.” She swallowed and then whispered, her voice cracking, the fear obvious in her body language and tone.
“He said I belong to him. That there will be no hiding, no running. That whoever tries to stop him will suffer and will die. That I’m his destiny and will be under him, possessed by him, owned by him, and marked by him.”
She sniffled.
“No. No that isn’t going to happen,” Jack stated angrily.
“You don’t know him, Jack. He won’t stop until he finds me and possesses my body fully. He will kill all of you, anyone in his path, and I would be naïve to believe that he won’t do such evil things. He should have raped me that day. He could have so easily in what I was dressed in, my clothing torn from being manhandled, and how I had no choice but to submit to his touch.” She looked down and wrapped an arm around her waist.
Harley looked at Turbo, Jack, Covan and then to Slogan, Bailey, and Brady. No words needed to be said. They would all protect her with everything they had. Admere would die, as would anyone else who tried to take Donata away from them.
“We won’t let him find you. Trust us to take care of you, Donata,” Harley said and pulled her into his arms and hugged her tight. Turbo ran his hand over his mouth and looked at Bailey, Brady, and Slogan who stood there straight-faced, arms crossed and eyes narrowed.
It would be like the years they’d all served together in the military. One unit, one Special Forces team, and family. They were an elite force, and their cousins, Bailey, Brady, and Slogan, were still doing special operations. They had the means, the abilities, the intel to pull this off.
Harley pulled back and stared into Donata’s eyes. He still held her cheeks with his hands and just stared at her. The room was so quiet, so many emotions were going through the place. Turbo didn’t know what to do to release the tension, the fear, the anticipation that they would hunt and kill Admere and anyone connected to him or this situation in order to protect Donata from becoming Admere’s whore. He felt sick, and then Harley pressed his lips to Donata’s and kissed her. When she hesitantly placed her hands on his arms and then moaned, it heightened the arousal, the need to possess, to be close, to claim her their woman. One look at Bailey, Brady, and Slogan and they started to move from the room.
“No. Stay,” Turbo stated, causing Harley to release Donata’s lips and then hug her tight.
His cousins stared at Turbo, and no words were said. They would know what he meant. What they wanted and felt was right. Donata would be protected and cared for by the seven of them—seven American soldiers, men with capabilities, resources, and skills normal human beings didn’t possess. Things were going to change drastically, and they would all be on board together.
* * * *
“Lay on your side, and let us take a look,” Brady said to Donata. Bailey stood there, too, a fully stocked first aid kit right next to him.
Donata and those stunning green eyes held his gaze, and her expression of uncertainty still remained even days later.
Brady slid the material of her sweatpants down, exposing her hip, upper thigh, and her ass. He swallowed hard. The woman had sexy curves, smelled so good, and looked so beautiful it was hard not to feel the attraction and want to continue to touch her more.
Bailey reached down and stroked her hair. “Relax. We’re here to protect you, too, and take care of you, doll.”
Brady carefully removed the old bandage.
“So are you both in the military still or retired?” she asked and then nibbled her bottom lip.
“Still active but more specialized missions and jobs.”
“And Slogan?” she asked, and Brady heard the floor creak. A glance over his shoulder and Slogan was there, too.
“What about me?” he asked and walked into the room. He came around the other side, and Brady saw him look at her body. He reached out and stroked along her hip.
“Donata was asking about our professional status. We were just explaining about kind of being active still,” Bailey explained.
“More like mercenaries, doll. There’s no government controlling us, but we do some things for some people in order to keep more resources accessible. Like coming in to rescue you. We had some help.”
She lifted up as Brady applied the ointment, and then Bailey passed over a clean bandage.
“What kind of help?” she asked as Bailey offered her a hand to help her stand up. She pulled up the sweatpants and then stood, and Slogan joined them by the bed. Bailey didn’t let go of her hand, and she didn’t pull away. Slogan reached out and clutched her chin. He looked at her bruises and stared into her eyes. Brady took her other hand. The three of them were touching her, and holy shit, it was an instant turn on.
“If we tell you, then we’d have to kill you,” Slogan said, and she chuckled.
“How many women have fallen for that line, Slogan?” She turned away from him, but he didn’t move out of her way and Bailey and Brady didn’t release her hands. She paused, looked at each of them, and then Slogan cupped her cheek.
“None ever called me out on it. It’s just another reason to be attracted to you, Donata,” he said and then lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her.
Brady and Bailey locked gazes, and Bailey raised his eyebrows and waited. Slogan pulled back. “Sweet,” he said. She lowered her eyes.
“Maybe we shouldn’t be doing this,” she said.
Brady shook his head. “It isn’t wrong if we all feel it.” He reached up as Slogan moved out of the way and Brady caressed her neck. He pulled her closer and she held on to his waist.
“You feel it, too, don’t you?” he asked.
“It’s crazy and more than likely a mistake. I mean, you guys rescued me, there’s been life or death situations and chaos. Surely that can be stimulating in many ways, and just because of that we shouldn’t—”
He pressed his lips to hers to stop her from rambling and because he couldn’t hold back any longer. When she pressed closer as he deepened the kiss, he felt triumphant, and like this was all fate—them being here to help their cousins and to meet the woman they would surely all share. He pulled back slowly and she exhaled.
“Jesus, is every male in your family so good at kissing?” she asked.
He smiled, but then Bailey was there, turning her toward him.
“Only one way to find out, doll.” He dipped her in his arms and kissed her tenderly. She held on to his brother, Bailey, and Brady and Slogan chuckled.
“What is going on in here?” Jack asked.
Bailey lifted her back up and gave her a wink.
“Donata was wondering if we’re all good kissers. Of course we had to show her,” Bailey said.
Donata covered her face with her hands and sat down on the bed. “Oh God,” she said, and they laughed.
“In that case, it’s my turn. You guys go tell the others what’s going on.” Jack stalked toward her, cupped her cheeks, and lowered his mouth to hers. Donata covered his hands, but then he was lowering Donata to the bed and being sure to kiss her thoroughly.
“You heard the man. Go tell the others. Remember we’re soldiers that aim to please,” Brady stated, and Slogan and Bailey chuckled as they headed out of the room. Brady looked over his shoulder as Jack took complete advantage of the situation and lay on his side, holding Donata against his chest.
“What do you think?” Jack asked her.
“I think I’ll make a determination later. You know, after I sample everyone’s kisses,” she said and Jack laughed. So did Brady, smiling wide until he bumped into Turbo.
“What’s wrong?” Brady asked.
“Ellis turned up dead.” He exhaled.
“Then we move to phase two. Kyle is alive and well hidden. He can run the company from the remote location that can’t be tracked. By using our sources, we take control over all of it for the time being. No one can be influenced, not even employees. It cuts Admere off at his wallet. It sends a message that we’re smarter than he is, and by the time he figures it out, or if he even does, he’ll be dead.”
Turbo sighed. “How is she?”
“Good. The cut looks a lot better. Probably won’t need much care in another day or so. She’s incredible, Turbo. She’s going to make our old fantasy a reality.”
“I know she will. We were hoping that you, Bailey, and Slogan would be attracted to her, as well. It was a hope we had the moment Harley thought about contacting you. Eventually it would have happened, even if her life wasn’t in danger.”
“Only if you got her to not blow you off for being the noncommitment types.”
“That was to warn off the women we wanted nothing to do with. She’s different. All of this, even the feelings are different.”
“I know exactly what you mean, Turbo. We’re in. I’m going to confirm with Harley now.”
Turbo smiled. “Her kisses are addicting, aren’t they?”
“Hell yeah. Her body, though, is enough to drive a man wild and make him do some crazy things.”
“Amen to that, Brady. Amen to that.”
* * * *
They didn’t let her sleep alone. Not that she wanted to be alone. She became dependent upon each of them—dependent on the feel of hard bodies, masculinity, and aura of these military men who had pulled off such a mission to rescue her from a terrifying fate. She wondered how they’d pulled it off. The hit on the highway. A sniper shot to the windshield taking out the driver, and then remaining so close by that they could rescue her and kill to save her. They had abilities she knew nothing about, yet clung to in hopes that maybe, just maybe, Admere would never get a hold of her again. Never touch her, press his lips to her body, cut her to mark her as his woman. She shivered and tightened up. She prayed the scar would be less apparent as time went on and as she continued to apply healing ointment. She’d asked Brady for some yesterday, and he’d questioned why. She had held his gaze and told him she needed it and not to ask her why. When he reached out and stroked her jaw, she had felt aroused, attracted to him just as much as she was attracted to the others. It was insane. Would it be a mistake to let them in? To let them take away the pain, the fear, and Admere’s touch?
She swallowed hard and thought about the men, and about how they each took time to kiss her and not push for more. They were giving her time to adjust, letting her know that this was real and that they truly cared. It didn’t make her worry less; it made her worry more—about their safety and about the risks they felt they needed to take to keep Admere from finding her. She kept her eyes closed and tried to calm her breathing and take away thoughts of Admere.
Slogan lay on one side of her in the bed, Covan behind her, holding her close. She imagined their faces, their bodies, so muscular and big. Both men stood at over six feet tall. Covan had dark brown hair and Slogan black hair. Covan’s was short, crew-cut like, and Slogan’s a little longer where strands came down over his eyes, making him look sexy and a bit wild. Not as wild or fierce as the constant expressions Harley, Turbo, and Bailey seemed to sport. She shivered as the large, warm hand smoothed over her hip and belly as Covan pressed closer against her back. In front of her, Slogan lifted up and stroked her hair. She blinked her eyes open and locked gazes with Slogan’s very dark brown eyes.
“Morning, doll,” he whispered and then licked his lower lip.
She swallowed hard. “Morning,” she said, voice cracking. The kiss to her bare shoulder indicated Covan was wide awake, too. His lips trailed along her arm. The tank top she wore was a bit snug, and her very large breasts poured from the top. Slogan pressed closer and kissed her forehead. She inhaled his cologne and tilted toward him. When she felt his lips and Covan’s begin to explore further, she tried to relax, to give in to the sensations of security and comfort. Lips pressed against hers, and Slogan kissed her tenderly. Then Covan slid his hand under her tank top, over her belly, and moved her to her back. A moment later, as Slogan plunged his tongue deeper and slid his thigh over hers and between her legs, Covan cupped her breast. She tightened and moaned into Slogan’s mouth. She felt incredibly needy, and wet. They were moaning, exploring with mouths and hands, when the bed dipped just as Covan pressed the material of her tank top up and suckled her nipple into his mouth.
Covan released her lips, and she locked gazes with him. He cupped her other breast and stroked
her nipple.
“You are such a gorgeous woman, Donata. It’s torture lying here next to you and not taking from this body, possessing you in every way so I can ease this concerned, fearful sensation eating me up inside. I need you close,” he said to her, and Covan suckled harder then released her nipple with a plop.
“We all do,” Harley said, kneeling on the edge of the bed. She looked at him And feared letting them see her naked and noticing the scar on her groin. She tightened up.
“Shhhh. Let us take his touch away, sweetie. Let us love you the way you deserve to be loved,” Harley said, and he climbed up the bed, all his tattoos showing on his perfectly muscular physique.
Slogan moved his leg, and both he and Covan slid their palms up her belly, pushing her tank top and then her arms up above her head. She gasped at the sensations of being restrained. She tightened, yet felt ready to explode at the carnal, possessive expression on Harley’s face. His hands slid to her shorts, and he began to lower them as he pressed closer to her breasts and kissed each nipple. He suckled and tugged on the left one and then on the right one as she moaned and lifted her hips.
As her shorts slid down, she feared his reaction as well as the others. “Harley, wait,” she said.
The floor creaked. She glanced past him and saw Jack, Turbo, Bailey, and Brady walk into the room, all shirtless and wearing only jeans. Her mouth watered. This was a woman’s fantasy. Made men, soldiers, cowboys, all rolled up into seven of the sexiest, most gorgeous men she had ever laid eyes on. They all wanted her. To possess her, make love to her, care for her, and protect her, and she wanted it, too. She didn’t know if it would last or what tomorrow could bring their way, and there were seven of them, which blew her mind.
“Don’t be afraid. Trust us to take care of you,” Harley said and kissed her belly and slid her shorts down lower.
“Harley, Admere did things.”
“Shhh, don’t bring up that dick’s name,” Turbo snapped from the edge of the bed. She looked at him, at Bailey, Brady, and Jack.
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