“Fuck,” Hook whispered, sliding his fingers just under the discoloration.
“They could have run you over. Could have killed you,” Romano stated.
“No. I was fine,” she whispered. Hook gripped her arms and pulled her back snuggly to his chest. “No, you don’t understand these types of men. You don’t get the danger you were in Merica.” He raised his voice.
“Bring her here. She needs discipline,” Greco said as he sat on the bed, with just boxers on.
Rossi joined him as Hook and Greco guided her closer, and Ricci stood there, arms crossed and appearing as angry as Rossi felt seeing the bruises on their woman and knowing what could have happened.
Hook brought her to Greco.
“Lay over his lap. Accept your punishment.”
“What? Why? What did I—”
One look at Romano and Hook and she sealed her lips and then slowly lay over Greco’s knees and lap as he sat on the edge of the bed.
He stroked her hair and her back, pushing the long, silky locks to the side.
“Please, Greco. I’m sorry,” she said, voice shaking.
Rossi bent down and cupped her cheeks. He held her gaze. The tears in her green eyes had been there since seeing her friend all battered and bruised. “We do this because you need to learn to trust us, to not hold back, to accept our command, our control, and our positions as your guardians.”
Smack. “Oh,” she exclaimed and jerked on Greco’s lap. He then smoothed his palm over her bare ass cheek.
“Never, ever lie to us again or withhold information that could potentially do you harm. We don’t care about promises of silence to Kerry. She was in danger, too. Her men will now have to deal with her injuries and knowing they caused them. You will accept our authority and control and do as we say from here on out. Understood?” Romano asked.
“Yes.”
Smack, smack.
“Oh.”
She moaned, and then Romano bent down and caressed where he had smacked her ass then dipped a finger into her cunt.
“Let go and come. It’s sexy and hot that you’re aroused by this, by our commands. Each of us own this body, will protect you and this body from harm with all we have,” Romano exclaimed.
Smack, smack. Rossi spanked her ass, and then Ricci spanked her ass next.
“You scared us this evening. Absolutely scared us. Unacceptable,” Ricci said to her.
Smack, smack.
She wiggled her hips as Greco thrust fingers up into her cunt and then slid her one leg off his thigh, opening her up to further ministrations.
Hands were everywhere on her, massaging, stroking, pinching, and then tugging. She started to rock her hips against Greco’s thighs.
“Please. Please take me. Make love to me. Please.” She begged for it.
Greco lifted her up and kissed her on the mouth. He then stood her up, and Rossi slid her panties down and off of her and Ricci unclipped her bra. Greco leaned back on the bed, slid from his boxers, and fisted his cock.
“Come on up here, baby. We’re going to fill you up and make love to you all night long. You scared us tonight.”
She climbed up onto his lap and maneuvered over Greco’s cock and took him into her wet cunt. They both moaned, and then Ricci handed Rossi the tube of lube. He eased some into her ass, and she moaned as Hook got onto the bed, gripped her hair and head, and brought her face to his cock.
“Suck it,” he commanded, and she did.
She immediately took his cock into her mouth and began to bob her head up and down. Under her, Greco thrust upward.
“So tight, so good. God, baby, I’ll never get enough of you.”
“Here I come, sweetness,” Rossi stated and eased his fingers from her asshole and replaced them with his cock. He nudged and nudged then slid into her hot, wet ass. He moaned, and so did Greco.
“Isn’t she incredible? Doesn’t it feel fucking amazing, taking her together like this?” Greco asked.
“Hell yeah.” Rossi began to thrust into her a little faster.
“Fuck her good and deep and make her know she’s ours and we protect what’s ours,” Hook said, and they worked together, thrusting, claiming, and loving their woman until Rossi came in her ass with a grunt and a smack to her ass cheek. She jerked, and Hook came next, moaning and shaking as he shot his load down her throat. She swallowed, and then he pulled out, and she panted and came.
Greco rolled her to her back once Rossi pulled from her ass, and he pounded into her cunt.
“Mine, all mine, and don’t you ever scare me like that again. Ever,” he yelled and then slowed his pace, cupped her cheeks, and kissed her on the mouth as he came inside of her.
* * * *
Ricci and Romano took their places next. Romano pulled her into his arms and kissed her tenderly. She immediately gripped Romano’s cock and slid over it, taking his dick into her wet, hot cunt. Romano exhaled. “Holy fuck, baby.”
She started to ride him, hard, fast, her breasts swaying and her hands gripping his shoulders. Her lips parted, and then she jerked.
“This body was made for us and us only, ever,” Ricci said, and then she moaned, lips parted, head tilted back as she rocked her hips, and then Ricci moaned.
“Fuck, your ass is so tight, baby. It’s gripping my cock. Come on, honey. Take us both. Fuck us both. Push back and thrust forward,” he commanded, and she did it as she moaned, and her breasts swayed and rocked. Both Ricci and Romano held on to her hips and rocked into her. Then Ricci gripped her shoulder and really slid deeply into her ass.
“There, holy fuck, I’m there.”
She cried out her release and shook as Ricci followed, coming in her ass. He leaned forward and kissed her shoulder. “Love you, Merica. I fucking love you.”
“I love you, too.” She moaned, and he slid out, and Romano rolled her to her back, grabbed her hands and arms, raised them above her head, and lifted up as he rocked into her pussy.
“I love you, too, baby. You’re part of me, of us, forever. For fucking ever.”
“Yes, yes, I love all of you. Oh please, Romano, please don’t be angry with me.”
“No more, baby. A clean slate. Just never forget who you belong to and who loves you with all their hearts.” He came inside of her pussy.
“We love you,” Rossi said and kissed her arm.
“Love you forever,” Greco said.
Hook cupped her breast, and Romano lifted up and released her arms.
“Love you, baby,” he said, and they kissed her everywhere their lips could reach before they settled in for the night and held her in their arms where they knew she was safe and secure.
Chapter Nine
“So you’re going to fight anyway?” Brick asked Burrow.
“I have no choice. She’s safe in the hospital. I’ll fight tonight and win, and it will be done.”
“What if he goes after her again? Kills Kerry, then what?” Brick asked.
“You won’t let that happen. You stay with her, and I’ll go fight. Castle will have my back. You’ll see. It will all be over after tonight.”
Burrow walked out of the townhouse and headed to his car. He had to win. Had to use all his anger, all his determination against these men, against Torch and kick this guy’s ass, whoever he was, big time.
When he got to the location, he couldn’t believe the crowd or the hype over his fight. People didn’t know who to bet on or why. One look at Torch and that slick smug expression and Burrow knew what he had to do. Kick this guy’s ass and then tell Torch to go fuck himself. Burrow would fight whoever he put in the ring with him.
* * * *
“So he didn’t throw the fight despite his girlfriend winding up in the hospital,” Spike said to Castle as they sat at the bar after all the fights were done. Burrow had pulled through. It looked like he would fight The Cajun from Louisiana next week. That was one large-ass bet, and Torch didn’t have anyone to fight him.
“It’s going to be a waste of
time, you know that. There isn’t a soul Castle can find to fight The Cajun. No one. “
“Maybe Burrows will beat him,” Castle said to Spike.
“No way. The kid doesn’t know enough, and The Cajun is fucking bat-shit crazy. I’m actually worried about him fighting. I don’t want that kid dead or crippled. He could be a gold mine for a while.”
“He won’t be, Spike. We’ll have the refs call it before it goes that far. We need a good fight for the crowd though, and since none of the competition has anyone, we’re stuck putting our two best guys against one another,” Castle stated.
“Well, it was bound to happen when you’re the only one with top guys fighting.” Spike chuckled as he took a puff from his cigar.
“I wonder how Torch is feeling just about now,” he said.
Castle chuckled. “Beat and poor. That fight cost him a hundred grand. Fuck that asshole. He’s ruining the sport, and his stupid antics could bring the cops onto our operation. Screw him.”
“Well, let’s try to build up this fight for next week,” Spike said.
“Maybe it won’t be too bad. We could always pull some new guys up and make the pre-events appealing.”
“That’s an idea. How is Brick doing? Healthy enough yet?”
“Not sure, what did you have in mind?”
“I don’t know, maybe him and lucky. Torch does have a lot of followers, and if we push him out completely, then we could lose sales and bids on the fights, but if we give him a little crumb, could keep the number of attendees high.”
Castle smirked. “That’s why I like you, Spike, and we’ve been friends for so long. You’re always thinking ahead. Let’s give him a call and set it up.”
“Want to make sure Brick is good to go first?”
“No, he’ll do it, especially once he finds out that Lucky was with Logan when they abducted his girlfriend and beat the crap out of her.”
“Oh yeah, if that isn’t motivation, then I don’t know what is.”
Chapter Ten
Hook was relentless as he kept making Merica repeat the moves over and over again. They had been at it all week, every day, and as much as she liked rolling around with him on the mats because it always turned into a make-out session at the end, she saw a side of him that truly scared her. A mystery.
Those dark tattoos, the ones with names of dead soldiers, his friends, were part of who he was and what he experienced. Last night, as they lay together in bed, she stroked his skin, kissed along the tattoos, and asked him about them. He didn’t want to talk about them, but then as the others disappeared working on some things, his silence became their first intimate discussion on life, on fears, on experiences that made them who they were today.
She’d found herself telling him all about her childhood and then about taking care of herself.
“So you see, it’s hard for me to give up that control to anyone, even to you guys. I mean I want to, Hook, and I think I’ve let down that guard a lot, but there’s always going to be this fear, this uncertainty that you’ll fail me, just like others have that I’ve trusted. The evil I’ve seen, been exposed, has taught me to keep that shield up.”
He’d stroked her cheek and cupped her breast, thumbing her nipple as he held her gaze.
“You can’t remain so closed up forever. Don’t we make you feel protected and loved?” he asked.
“Of course. I feel free, uncaged, whenever you all are right there with me, and especially inside of me. It’s my time of freedom, when the fears, the distrust don’t have the power to come in and make me resistant to happiness, to letting go and living.”
He’d stared at her, those dark eyes, that lost look, and she saw the love suddenly that he had for her. “I’ve lost so much in my life. It’s been hard to accept anything deeper than surface. There was a time I wanted to just feel pain, just to feel anything deeper.”
“You mean when you were fighting in the cage, underground?” she asked, knowing that he’d done it for a while after he returned from serving and had been discharged from the service. He lost so many friends during a mission, and it killed him inside. She loved him so much she wanted to take that pain away.
“I’m a different man in that cage. I let loose all my fears, my anger at living and not dying with my men. When I closed the door to enter the cage, it was like all that anger and fear was suffocating me and the only way to rid my mind and body of that pain was to fight and to win. To be the first one to walk out of that cage, to push that door open and be free. Each time I walked out, I felt that pain, that sadness and guilt, less and less.”
She had smiled at him and stroked his arm. “Kind of like each time you all make love to me, my trust, my acceptance of you as my guardians, my lovers, my men, grows stronger and the fears, the wall, lessens,” she said.
He leaned forward and kissed her, and of course, that led to making love again.
Now here they were, a week of training and she felt a bit more capable than before, but she wasn’t foolish. She knew she would need a lot more training, and now that Hook had built up her confidence a little, she asked him about taking one of the classes there.
As they drank bottles of water and settled their breathing, she looked at him.
“I think I want to take one of the classes here.”
He looked at her and raised one eyebrow up as if challenging her on the subject. None of the men wanted her to take any classes without them, but they didn’t take classes here. They had a gym at home. A very large upscale, beautiful home that they were spending a lot of time at this week. In fact, she really needed to go check on her townhouse and grab more clothes.
“Which one?” he asked, reaching out his hand for her to take so he could pull her up.
“Boxing.”
He hoisted her up so hard she pressed against his chest. His palm immediately went to her ass, stroking a finger up under the short spandex shorts she wore today.
“Oh really?”
She nodded.
“Why boxing?” he asked.
“Well, as much as I would love to say so I can spend more time with you, I actually enjoy learning the moves and how confident and strong it makes me feel. So what do you think? Which class and with which instructor?”
“None of them.” He started to release her.
She gave his arm a slap. “Hook,” she reprimanded, and he shook his head, squeezed her ass, and kept her close.
“You can learn from me. At the house, in our gym, where I can spar with you, teach you some moves, and then strip you naked and fuck you in the corner of the ring.”
That dead serious expression and dark, sexy eyes did her in. She was wet already.
“Can we start today?” she asked, and he was breathing hard through his nostrils.
He stared into her eyes and then stroked her cheek.
“Hell yeah. Let’s go.” He gave her ass a tap and then released her.
As she picked up her bag on the mat, she saw that she’d missed a call.
“Oh, Captain called. Oh crap.” She looked up at Hook.
“I forgot that I have to work tomorrow night for the fight.”
“Bartending?” he asked, an instant scowl on his face.
“Yes, he asked me weeks ago.”
“The guys were going to watch it at home.”
“Maybe you all can come watch it at The Ring instead?” she asked hesitantly.
He eyed her over.
“I don’t go to bars like that. You know I like to keep to myself.” He snagged her around the waist as they walked out of the training room.
“I know, but thought maybe you would make an exception. If not, then I’ll miss you guys. I won’t be able to text or call though. So many men show up for this event, and I’ll be working behind the bar mixing drinks, serving food.”
He eyed her over. “Wearing that fucking uniform?” he asked.
“It’s a T-shirt and jeans, Hook.”
“Not with this body. It’s a fucking dis
play of your assets. Our assets we own. Let’s talk to the guys. We’ll work it out. Ain’t no way I’m letting you go there and not have personal bodyguards.”
She turned in his arms and pressed her palms against his chest rubbing them up and down his pectoral muscles. “Bodyguards huh? I like the sound of that. You all guarding my body.”
He squinted at her then gave her ass a hard slap.
“Hook.”
They heard the chuckle, and then Hook’s expression changed. He looked shocked and then maybe angry. Merica turned to see some good-looking older man standing there. He eyed Hook over.
“Hook.”
Hook looked at her. “Baby, give me a few minutes. I’ll come get you in the office when I’m done.”
She glanced at the man, who checked her out, and felt uneasy. Why didn’t Hook introduce her to him? Was it someone he didn’t want to know she was his woman?
“Now,” he said to her firmly, and she knew to move.
“Okay.” She started walking away but heard the man’s comment.
“She’s a gorgeous woman, Hook. Things seem to really be working out for you.”
* * * *
Hook stared at Spike, shocked that he would come here to see him.
“What’s going on?” Hook asked him.
He stepped closer and reached out his hand. Hook shook it. When things ended over a year ago, they had ended on good terms because Hook had been smart and strategically planned his escape from the underground world of fighting. There were no hard feelings. Everyone made money, especially Hook and Spike.
“How are you?”
“Good.”
“I can see that. She’s a gorgeous woman. I’m happy for you,” Spike said.
Hook nodded.
“So what brings you here?”
“Potential fighters.”
“Here?” he asked, surprised.
“Yeah. I also have an eye on competition for Castle. I wasn’t going to even come here but knew you’d be here, and it’s been awhile. Things are good?”
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