Ours to Ruin, page 17
“One,” she replied, and that’s when I looked at Ezra again.
Piscín was a buzzkill. We wanted at least six kids.
“Then it’s done,” I mumbled, my hand on her ass, caressing her butt crack. “One will be Veronica’s,” I added, smirking against her belly. I knew she wouldn’t read between the lines.
My woman was a dumb cunt.
Ezra smirked at me, realizing what I meant. My message was explicit. She could take care of one baby while Ezra and I would take care of the rest of them, but she was still popping out six babies.
“You would get another woman for yourselves?” she whispered, holding back tears. Her face was red from what was clearly unexpressed fury.
Fuck, an angry piscín was hot.
Ezra and I burst into laughter at her innocent ignorance.
We pulled her down onto the floor with us, hugging her and laughing.
“How this makes me want to pound your pussy, piscín. You’ve ruined us for anyone else, baby,” Ezra chuckled, gently kissing her lips.
“Nah, let me reword.” I snickered, “You have made us incapable of fucking another pussy, baby.”
Ezra got up with Veronica in his arms and tossed her onto our bed, her body jolting against the soft mattress as he grabbed her ass and pulled her close. Ezra applied ointment to her back, while I tended to both her legs.
She gawked at me when I kissed her foot and sucked on her toes, moaning.
My tongue moved briskly, savoring the sweet taste of her toes.
I quickly flipped her on her back, unable to hold back anymore. I was at a loss for words when she responded by spreading her legs wider and raising her hands above her head, inviting us to fuck her for the first time.
Chapter Thirty-Five
Veronica
I was so embarrassed about that stunt I just pulled. My face was still flushed with embarrassment. We were in a limo, on our way to who knows where, with Roy and Ezra right beside me. We had a partition rolled up between us and the driver’s section.
I tried to hold myself together when Roy sneaked his hands inside my dress and slipped his fingers into my needy pussy. I wore a red dress, while Roy and Ezra went for black suits.
A surprised gasp escaped my lips when Ezra pulled my dress to the side from my chest and pinched my nipples while Roy fingered me fast.
I jumped, feeling the pleasure rush through me with their fingers working me up. Right after I exploded on Roy’s fingers, they pulled their hands away and straightened out my dress.
I was at a loss for words right now. Every fiber of my being loathed them. They had done unforgivable things to me, yet here I was, moaning their names like a domesticated bitch.
Calling me a worthless whore could define me well.
They had their hands on my thighs, drawing circles.
I didn’t even notice when the car stopped and Ezra offered me his hand.
Ezra and I got out of the car with Roy right behind us.
There weren’t many people in this fancy restaurant that was shining like a diamond. I wasn’t joking in the slightest. The waitress here was dressed like a model straight out of a runway show.
I couldn’t ignore the piercing stares directed at me, some even accompanied by disapproving glares from attractive women.
As we were walking in, I heard a snap and then a light flickered right in my face. Roy and Ezra wasted no time in covering my face while the guards stayed back.
“Don’t let any of her pictures get out. Kill them all. I don’t want a single photographer alive,” Ezra barked orders at Santiago, dragging me inside so nobody could even glance at me.
I was so confused. Maybe it was because I wasn’t pretty enough, and they just wanted me as their secret side piece? Just the thought of it made my heart clench. I had been through hell and back, after all the suffering they put me through, now they were too embarrassed to show me to the world?
I was a human too. I also had feelings. First, they didn’t bother asking if I wanted them. They said I was their woman without my say, and now they didn’t even want to acknowledge what I was to them?
Roy pulled out a chair and I just plopped down without saying anything. I had lost my appetite.
“Our engagement will have to wait until that Malaysian cunt surrenders. We can’t risk them knowing our only weakness,” Roy let out, sipping on his wine.
“He’s lying low since he stole our drugs after you offed his sister last year. Nikolas has gone bonkers. Those drugs were worth five hundred million dollars. That Malaysian ratbag ain’t scared much because Arjun ain’t around, and he’s only scared of him. We got word from our spies that he’s planning to kill Veronica as payback for you killing his sister,” Ezra said.
“If they would have caught a glimpse of her now, it’d be tough to sneak her onto our island without anyone figuring out what she looks like,” Roy grumbled, unbuttoning his shirt.
“Santiago is trying his best, but that jackoff is plotting to attack like a sneaky mouse. If I have to take care of him, you will go with Veronica to our island. Marriage has to wait for now,” Ezra grimaced.
It made me content to hear them talking with their guard down. I didn’t care that someone wanted to kill me, not when I had these cruel terrors to protect me from everyone but them. They didn’t want me to be photographed because they were keeping me safe until they got rid of the person who wanted me dead.
I let out a squeal when Roy caressed my cheek.
I melted in a heartbeat.
“We had to bring business to the table on our first date. Sorry, piscín.” Roy kissed my ears.
I just nodded, not sure how to respond. I really hoped they would always treat me like this. It would help distract me from the reality of being stuck with these heartless monsters forever.
“So, what else do you like besides purple? Do you still want to visit Paris? How about getting a cat with blue-green eyes? Can’t stand spicy food, huh? And what about your love for dishes with honey, caramel, and maple syrup?” Roy asked me.
What was left to tell? He pretty much said everything. How on earth did he even know all this about me?
“Losing loved ones scares you the most, along with latrophobia,” Ezra said this time. He always managed to make my heart race with fear with his words.
“There isn’t much left to tell. You know everything about me already,” I admitted, still amazed that they were fully aware of all my likes and fears.
“Why do you want to go to Paris?” Ezra questioned.
“When I was a kid, I read about how the Seine River flows through the heart of Paris, so fascinating! That’s why I want to go to Paris,” I murmured.
I was feeling so insignificant. Any millionaire would feel so small next to these two brothers, and I was just a poor maid they were using whenever and however they wanted.
They were both eyeing me and lost in their own thoughts.
I let out a throaty moan smelling the pasta. I eagerly dug in and savored every bite. They’ve been feeding me those turkey lunches for a while. After these two had made me visit a gynecologist, they made me follow a compulsory diet.
They were both looking right at me when the waiter dropped all the food. Roy and Ezra remained oblivious to his presence, continuing to ignore him. I knew very well he had done it purposely.
That wasn’t a screw-up.
He quickly crouched down next to me, hiding from their sight. He grabbed all the plates and glasses, dropping a tissue on my lap. He then silently mouthed bathroom in Irish as he cleaned the floor.
I didn’t show much interest, barely raising an eyebrow. If these two even caught wind of what was happening, the entire restaurant would descend into chaos.
To appear normal, I sipped a small amount of water and stole a quick glance at each of them.
While Ezra was on a call, Roy attentively listened to every word he spoke.
With my attention still on my food, I absentmindedly crumbled the tissue in my lap. Tears welled up in my eyes as I realized that this was my ticket to freedom.
Chapter Thirty-Six
Veronica
“Veronica,” Roy called my name, causing me to glance at him instantly. His expression was blank. No hint of playfulness or anger.
“Yeah,” I mumbled.
“You said you just want one child, right?” Roy asked.
“Yes.”
“Do you really think you’ll make it until our little one arrives?” As he spoke, I could feel the weight of his words sinking in, making me gulp in realization.
“Veronica, don’t be a fool,” Ezra asserted with a hint of frustration before taking a swig of his drink.
I was nodding my head like crazy, and I wasn’t hungry anymore.
“Can we go over the number of children we will have, or do we need to get our children out of our pussy our way?” Roy chuckled.
Didn’t they already agree to one child only? So that was all just a front?
They were so cunning.
“You agreed to one,” I whispered, nervously licking my suddenly dry lips.
“You agreed to so many things too. Tell us one promise you didn’t break?” I could see that Roy was now attempting to hold back his anger.
Ezra appeared relatively calm as his gaze wavered over my quivering body.
My heart was pounding against my ribcage, and my mind was racing, wondering whether I should say what was on the tip of my tongue.
Was if this was a trap, carefully orchestrated to ensnare me?
But I had my mind made up. It was now or never.
“We turned the eight rooms next to our bedroom on the third floor into nurseries. Four pink and golden, and the other four blue and black,” Roy let out.
Eight children? They were completely disconnected from reality. We make babies with our lovers, not captors.
“Did my feelings ever matter?” I asked bitterly. Tears were about to fall. I couldn’t hold it in any longer, and a miserable sob escaped my lips.
“Aww, look at her, thinking her opinion matters,” Roy sneered, making me back away from him. But one glance at his cruel eyes and I found myself gravitating back toward him.
My heart ached in their presence. Their complete indifference toward my feelings was breaking me day by day.
“Your finger looks empty without our ring,” Roy said darkly, gripping my hand and rubbing his chin against my fingers.
“She was only supposed to be our pleasure-woman for a night or two,” he groaned.
“Yet she’s sitting right here, holding our hearts hostage,” Ezra added.
“It’s funny how we use pleasure-woman instead of a whore for her. She really has messed us up mentally. I wonder… if she was not with us, where would she be?” Roy sighed.
Happily serving those gangsters from clubs who would tip me for drinks. Maybe they’d assault me, but it was still better than living with these two. I was so tempted to scream that right in their faces and wipe away their wicked grins.
If only I had the lady balls to fight back.
“Anyway, we would’ve found her. She was made for us. If we hadn’t bought her from the auction, we would’ve gotten her from one of our clubs. She’d work there like a whore, and one day, one of us would have come across our beauty.” Mine and Ezra’s eyes locked. I always hated how he could read my body and mind better than me.
And I hated how they talked about me like I wasn’t even here.
“Should we put her in a fancy gold gown or the plain old white one for our wedding? I wanna rip a golden dress on my wedding night while I pound her ass from behind,” Roy rumbled, adjusting his pants.
I knew I’d be on the ground any minute now, they were about to have their way with me.
“I need to use the bathroom,” I whispered.
“We haven’t once filled you with our cum today, and you think we care that you need the bathroom?” Roy chuckled and buttoned his suit jacket while sneaking up behind me. No matter his outfit, he always looked marvelous.
Please don’t come with me to the bathroom. Please.
He clasped my jaw, showered me with kisses, and playfully nibbled and nuzzled my earlobes before pulling away.
Ezra’s expression remained stoic, as always, but I could see the wheels turning in his mind as he tried to gauge my next move. I had to get out of here.
I peeked at the tissue in my hand.
This was my way out. I wouldn’t miss this opportunity.
I loathed them. I didn’t ask for this. More tears welled up in my eyes, realizing I was just comforting myself with lies.
Despite everything they had done to me, I couldn’t bring myself to hate them.
I was so foolish.
My lips curled into a bitter smile as I caught sight of Ezra’s eyes dancing with pure darkness.
He knew what I was about to do, and he wanted one more reason to hurt me.
Roy’s eyes had that same wild glint. He sat down next to Ezra and now they were both staring at me.
I’d really be giving them a reason this time. But either way, I was screwed. Let me take my chances this time.
I scoped out the exits, and now I understood what I had to do.
I heard Ezra laughing as I walked away from our table. “She better pray she dies before I get her.” His voice was filled with malignant intent.
I speed-walked to the bathroom and took a deep breath.
I bolted toward the emergency exit, got out of the restaurant, and ran until I saw a cab nearby. My hand drifted to the rare necklace I was wearing, its opulence hinting about its price tag in the millions.
I settled in and exhaled. “A-Airport,” I told him. The driver was quick to listen and started driving, but I remembered I had nothing with me.
No money, no cash, nothing.
“Can you, uh, ta-take me to a je-jewelry showroom, pl-please?” I stuttered. Seeing the psychologist really had helped me get over some of the trauma. At least I could try talking with other people.
The guy didn’t say a lot, he just nodded and made a quick U-turn.
Before I knew it, we were parked at a jewelry store.
I told him to wait for me and rushed inside the showroom. Reaching the counter, I placed my necklace and earrings in front of the woman there.
“I want to sell them,” I blurted out.
As she looked at the earrings with the jewelers loupe, her eyes widened in surprise. I knew she saw the name inscribed on them.
“The Donovans,” she mouthed, gasping visibly.
She grabbed my necklace and disappeared into a room behind her desk.
Is she going to tell them I was here? Should I just run away without the money? But I didn’t have a dime to get out of town. I was desperate.
A few minutes later, she showed up with a suitcase. She unlocked it in front of me and it was full of cash.
“If you give us your bank details, we’ll transfer the remaining funds to your account,” she said, handing me the bag.
My breath caught in my throat listening to her.
Exactly how much did that necklace they made me wear cost? I could live off the money in the suitcase for two to three years, even if I splurged on a luxury hotel.
I didn’t have a bank account. So I gave her Dr. Shreta’s bank details. She had told us about her secret Swiss bank account and how she planned to use it to get away from Don Nikolas. She’d use this blood money for something good.
I left the store and opened the cab door with one thing on my mind.
I made it out alive and escaped two unhinged beasts.
Roy
“Fucking give her the money, and I’ll send my man to get that jewelry,” I growled, throwing my phone against the wall.
I pinched the bridge of my nose, feeling my forehead throb as I thought about her betrayal.
“Mom was spot-on when she said whores are meant to be grated under our shoes and not adorned as our queens,” I lashed out.
The tension in the room was thick with Ezra’s unsettling silence.
I took off my jacket and began walking to the exit.
“Where?” He was calmly drinking his whiskey.
“I’ll bring her to you,” I stated.
“Don’t.” Ezra chuckled, but soon the sound of his contagious laughter filled the air.
The maniac was unleashed, and this time, it was definitely on Veronica.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Veronica
I was surviving in a dinky motel, which I hadn’t left for a day now.
I was so pissed at myself. I still couldn’t believe I did that. This would totally blow up in my face and I’d be treated like a disposable slut again.
And I didn’t want that. Not again.
I was aching to call Ezra or Roy a few hours ago and let them know where I was. But the thought of them showing up to take me back made my body tremble with fear.
I was so scared because they should have known where I was by now, but they still didn’t come to get me, which meant they were plotting my slaughter.
I was totally out of my mind to think I could outrun them.
I unlocked my door, looked around, quickly went downstairs and ran out of the motel.
I spotted a phone booth and quickly walked over, hiding my face so nobody would recognize me.
I had no clue where I was. The cab driver brought me to the most remote city. I couldn’t travel to any bus stations or airports because they had their men everywhere.
I dialed Roy’s number after picking up the telephone.
I lacked the courage to call Ezra. I didn’t really have the guts to call Roy either, but somehow he had managed to make Ezra see that they loved me when Ezra seemed to forget it in his rages.
I tried my best to fight back the lone tear that slipped out of my eyes while waiting for him to answer. They were going to haul me back home and torture me to death.
I was trying really hard not to cry and took deep breaths. It was really cold here, and I didn’t have any clothes with me. I couldn’t handle the cold.
