Ours to Ruin, page 20
That gruesome torture. I couldn’t bear the thought of enduring it once more. I backed away from Roy, only to be further frightened when Ezra pulled out his gun, and I feared he would shoot me. Not even seconds later, I heard a gunshot.
Instead of shooting me, the bullet entered his shoulder, lodging deep in his flesh. He didn’t say anything, just showed me his arm where he had shot himself.
He calmly covered the wound up after extracting the bullet with his dagger. He didn’t even flinch, not once.
“We’re even now. I sealed this promise of yours with a bullet.” He pointed to his bleeding shoulder.
They were total asylum material.
“Break this promise and watch me puncture your body with my bullets and turn you into a corpse marked with hideous gashes and open wounds. Now let’s get going. It’s gonna be a long day.” He got out of the car and held his hands out for me to grab.
Chapter Forty-Two
Veronica
Ezra pulled me out of the car and took me into this posh designer shop. My eyes popped by just glimpsing the store’s grandeur.
Roy was beside Ezra and me, Santiago and Sergio were right behind us, and six guards followed them. They never really needed this kind of security before.
What was wrong here? Santiago and Sergio were the most loyal guards to Ezra and Roy, and normally only they accompanied the brothers.
As soon as we entered the store, we were greeted by two elegantly dressed, sophisticated women who appeared to be the owners.
Ezra plopped me on a couch nearby and gave them a stare that made them start blabbering about their collection.
Ezra and Roy were wandering around, grabbing dresses they liked. Roy had a bunch of red and violet ones, while Ezra grabbed a bunch of blue and black ones.
“But I really like the orange, pink, and yellow ones,” I said sadly, looking at the racks with dresses in those colors, knowing my preferences wouldn’t matter. But to my surprise, they ditched their dresses and walked toward the section I was eyeing.
“This is too dull for our engagement party,” Roy said, chucking the fancy yellow dress that looked like a million bucks.
“Our tuxedos should match her dress, but her choice of clothing is just terrible.” Roy cringed.
Yeah right, terrible. I was poor, not terrible. I didn’t feel right wearing expensive clothes that I was being dressed in just because I was spreading my legs for two fucked-in-the-head billionaire brothers who could use me whenever they wanted. I didn’t like knowing the diamonds, emeralds, and rubies I was wearing came from opening my legs for them and moaning their names.
Hold up, did they just say engagement party? I wanted to ask them when they made this decision, but I didn’t have the guts to question them. The trauma they had put me through was enough to keep me quiet around them.
My attention was drawn to two stylists who had entered the room, their eyes fixated on Roy and Ezra. One of them was fidgeting and staring at Ezra, while the other was going all out to show her interest in Roy by following him everywhere.
I grabbed one of the plain dresses with a ten-thousand-dollar price tag, knowing they’d just use it to mop the floors of their mansion. I knew the kind of money the brothers would drop on me.
“I wanna try this dress,” I whispered nervously as they came closer.
“Can you each pick one for me while I try this one, please?” I blurted out, trying to figure out if I stood a chance.
They had their eyes locked on me suspiciously, but I hoped they were now aware I’d never even dream of escaping.
“Get out in five or I’ll come in there. And if I come there, we won’t be getting out of the dressing room for a few hours.” Roy winked at me playfully while the ladies standing beside us were busy taking in my appearance. The two owners were looking on with curiosity but seemed happy I was there, while the two stylists shot me venomous glares.
Roy and Ezra knew exactly how much attention they got from women, but they didn’t care.
“Can you two come with me?” I asked the two stylists. When Ezra and Roy gave them each a death stare, they grudgingly smiled at me and followed.
Once we stepped into the dressing room, they both had grimaces on their beautiful faces.
“Don’t you dare continue giving my men those trashy, lustful stares, okay? They are my boyfriends,” I lashed out.
The psychologist’s sessions really helped me deal with accepting my situation. And living with these two powerful men, I knew I only answered to them. They were the only ones who had any authority over me. Whenever I walked around the gardens or sat under a tree reading a book, I noticed the fearful looks that were directed toward me.
Almost everyone referred to me as The Donovans’ Woman.
Young girls, some as young as sixteen or seventeen, would tremble in fear whenever they saw me approaching, while middle-aged women and men—and even older ones—would scatter away at my approach. Everyone knew I was their woman.
“Um, we weren’t,” one of them started to argue.
“Shut up. I didn’t miss the look you gave Roy, like you trying to say ‘If she isn’t satisfying you well, I’ll write my number for you’. Don’t even try to deny it. They’re going to be my husbands, so learn to respect other people’s relationships.” I lost my cool with this rude woman who was lying to my face.
“It’s not like you are married to them already. The Donovans are notorious for their wild escapades and womanizing ways. Eventually, they will get bored with your red hair and emerald eyes, and a few days from now, you will see another exotic whore in their bed as you are being kicked out,” the other stated with a smirk.
The audacity.
I roughly pulled down Ezra’s jacket from my back, revealing the marks of their brutality etched onto my body.
“I thought I had finally gotten away from those two monsters, but they caught me, and this is what they did to me,” I said.
Both had wide eyes, their faces pale.
“I am very capable of satisfying these two womanizers, and we’re here to find a dress for me to wear at our engagement party. So refrain from ogling at my men, or I’ll have your heads severed and eyes gouged out the next time you do. They are mine. Do you glorified saleswomen understand that?” I yelled, tossing the dress in their faces.
“Also, I am pregnant with their child. Now, would they discard the mother of their child? We are all very aware of the love Donovans have for their blood,” I lied, and exited the dressing room.
First, those savage brothers won’t let me go and treat me like I’m their prisoner, and then these annoying bitches eye them with such admiration and desire, like they don’t drain me emotionally and physically by constantly reminding me who I belonged to.
I was the one going through all the pain, abuse, torture, and trauma. No one else had the right to take my place and be with them or stand beside them.
I huffed, walking to Roy.
“You don’t wanna be stuck in there for the next few hours, huh?” Roy chuckled, planting a kiss below my ear as I smirked at those two women as they came out of the dressing room and deliberately leaned closer into Roy’s arms.
I turned bright red when Roy said that, but I had to show these two that the Donovans were mine. They should find some other eye candy to drool over.
Just as Roy picked me up to carry me back to the dressing room and make me try on a dress, I chuckled at those green-eyed stylists.
Once we were inside, he pushed me to the wall and took Ezra’s jacket off me, and he started peppering kisses on my throat.
After a moment, he stepped back to help me change into the dress he had picked. He loved dressing me up.
“Since I undress you, it’s only fair that I dress you again,” he grunted, gripping my jaw. His nose was slithering a path up my throat.
“Why are your lips so dry?” he asked, gawking at them. Before I could answer, his mouth covered mine, giving me wet kisses. He licked my lips, leaving his saliva over them.
“Spit in my mouth, piscín.” I did as instructed, and he greedily swallowed my saliva, still kissing me.
My heart was pounding in my chest, and I was pretty sure he could hear it too.
When he pulled away, he kicked the trash can and let out an enraged growl. “She needs to fucking stop being this ravishing.”
When he dragged me out, we were met by Ezra, whose face was twisted into a stern look. Why was he glaring at Roy so furiously and with such resentment in his eyes?
“We need to talk,” he said before leaving the store.
I stared at Roy, who went from playful to deadly in a matter of seconds when he saw Ezra leaving.
Did these two just have an altercation? Did I just sense a feud?
Chapter Forty-Three
Veronica
Roy had me perched on his desk, my legs over his lap, as he hummed and diligently worked on a stack of papers.
There was this sudden shift in his mood, which had turned cynical. He was so focused on his work that he didn’t see me get up from his desk and stand by the glass door, where I could see his whole floor and the people coming to visit him.
“Veronica, don’t step out of that door,” Roy’s sharp warning came out. He wasn’t even glancing my way, his eyes still locked on the documents he was reading. Guess nothing went unnoticed by them.
“I was just looking around, nothing more,” I instantly murmured, moving away from the glass door.
I didn’t need a pissed off, wild, and violent Roy.
Right across Roy’s desk, there were these file cabinets that were all rusty, and some even broken. I began to wipe away the dust using a cloth I found nearby.
I was cleaning that shelf when the door opened with a loud bang, and I instantly knew it was Ezra.
He didn’t spare me a glance; like a predator, he stalked toward Roy menacingly and yanked him off his seat by pulling his collar.
I had an open mouth and wide eyes, just watching the scene unfolding in front of me. I was trying to figure out what was happening when Ezra punched Roy in the jaw.
I rushed to the door, worried that these two might come after me once they finished fighting. If I was the receiver of that punch, I would never be able to recover and see another day.
Roy didn’t make a peep and punched Ezra back, launching himself at Ezra. When Ezra moved back from the force, Roy stood up straight.
Ezra made a comeback by throwing a chair at Roy, causing him to crash to the ground.
Still, he propped himself up on his elbows, his legs stretched, as he prepared to move. I used to watch these animals killing people while doing krav maga, the deadliest of martial arts. But today, seeing them about to use it on each other, I was shaking in my boots.
They loved each other more than anything. I was just wondering what caused this feud.
Ezra quickly ditched his jacket and tore open his shirt, giving Roy a gut kick, causing him to spit out blood and clutch his stomach.
He didn’t waste any time in trying to relieve his pain, tearing off his shirt and aiming a kick at Ezra’s leg, making him stumble and land on the floor face-first.
“You fucking lied to me,” Ezra growled, spitting blood out of his mouth.
“And you spoke the truth?” Roy fired back, just as pissed off.
He didn’t expect Ezra to propel him into the glass wall, which shattered loudly.
Ezra was gonna kick him in the face, but Roy grabbed his legs, yanked him down, and they were both punching each other on the ground. At first, Roy was winning, but then Ezra came back strong and started landing punch after punch on Roy’s face and throat. But then Roy turned the tables and slammed his head into Ezra’s. Them beating each other up should have made me happy, but this didn’t excite me at all. I could end up as their victim while the brothers sorted out their issues. But if they even used ten percent of that abuse on me, I was pretty sure I’d be dead.
Should I be grateful they weren’t mauling me like they were each other?
Thank the heavens they loved me.
Suddenly Roy and Ezra had their guns pointed at each other’s chests, both about to shoot, and I ran toward them, trying to grab the guns.
Were these two out of their minds?
And why on earth did I do that? The outcome—I got thrown around by them and hit my head on the marble floor. The pain was excrutiating, causing tears to roll down my cheeks.
My cries captured their attention and they turned their heads toward me.
“You fucking pushed her, brother,” Roy roared, backing away from Ezra, advancing toward me.
“You shoved her hands away, sending her to the ground, you fucking liar,” Ezra snapped as they both crouched down beside me.
“Damn, we hurt her head,” Roy said, gently rubbing my head as I whimpered.
They were both a mess, covered in blood and cuts everywhere.
“Next time we fight, don’t get in between, Veronica,” Ezra warned me, and I quickly nodded, holding my head to ease the pain.
“That bastard has her pictures, he knows what she looks like, he is well versed in every fucking detail of her. He sent a parcel to our estate which had a video of him fucking four redheads who looked like Veronica. After fucking them, he butchered them and warned he would do the same with Veronica, and you didn’t even feel the need to inform me about this before I figured it out on my own. He threatened to shag and kill our woman in our fucking bed, and you didn’t feel the need to tell me about this, Roy?” Ezra snarled.
I felt pity thinking about what would happen to that person who had ticked them off. He had made a mistake by poking these two raging bulls.
“It was nothing I couldn’t deal with. Anyway, I was about to board our jet to Malaysia tomorrow, just as you two would be leaving for our island,” Roy admitted.
“No way are you going there alone,” Ezra lashed out. “You go with Veronica to our island, I go to Malaysia, take care of that schmuck, bring back our drugs, come back to you two, we marry Veronica, get her knocked up with our babies, and live with her and our kids. That’s it. The end, Roy,” Ezra declared, leaving no room for arguments.
His conviction and authority made me believe that was how we were going to spend our lives.
These brothers had already decided my fate, and there was no going against it.
Chapter Forty-Four
Veronica
After the whole combat exhibition by these two, Ezra and Roy had an important meeting to attend, so I just sank in the chair and ended up dozing off.
I cracked my eyes open to find myself in Ezra’s arms as he carried me to the dining area on the east side of the estate.
I looked down and realized I was wearing my usual at-home dress. They had changed my clothes.
“Sleep well?” Ezra asked me, his eyes burning with a carnal need.
“Yes, very well,” I groaned, pressing my head against his chest, feeling his warmth seep through.
“No sleeping again now, piscín,” he ordered, gently placing me on one of the chairs as he settled down himself.
When the doors swung open and the maids started pouring in to serve us, I looked around for Nina.
I finally caught a glimpse of her behind all those maids.
“Finish this before I make you,” Roy said, which was the first time I noticed he was already in the room, and I immediately started eating the food on my plate.
After I finished eating, I chugged the water and looked at them to see that they were already done and waiting for me.
My cheeks burned from embarrassment.
“Where were you all our lives?” Roy chuckled, giving me a nudge to leave my seat and start walking up the stairs, which I quickly did.
Ezra was nowhere in sight when we entered our room. Roy sat down on the bed while I stood in the middle of the room, feeling nervous under his icy gaze. He gave me a once-over as Ezra walked in and took a seat behind me on the couch.
I had Roy in front of me and Ezra behind me.
“Aren’t we always stripping you out of your clothes?” Roy mused.
I stared at him and batted my eyelashes before nodding.
“So today, you’ll take off your clothes and put on a show for us,” he said as I heard a rustling behind me. I turned to see Ezra getting rid of his jacket and giving me a piercing stare before lifting his glass and sipping his favorite whiskey.
Ezra and his love for whiskey.
I slid my hands behind me, pulled down the zipper of my dress, and slid it off my shoulders.
I was about to look down in shame as my dress dropped to my legs, but Roy’s glare froze my movements.
My cheeks burned red when I felt Ezra checking out my butt and saw Roy gazing at my bra-clad breasts.
“Next,” Ezra commanded, and I reached around to unhook my bra and take it off.
“You better tie up your hair before I shave your head,” Roy warned when my hair got in the way of his view.
I quickly gathered those stray strands and pulled them back.
Roy came prancing toward me, walking around me in circles. Then he took me in his arms. His fingers playfully wandered toward my soaked thong and slipped in, teasing my clit with soft strokes before ripping my thong apart.
He rubbed his body against mine, his fingers playing with my wet folds until he suddenly pulled them away, making me gripe.
“When the pleasure ignites, the embarrassment goes away. That’s the case with our piscín,” Roy chuckled carrying me to the bed and sliding between my legs.
The fact that I was already wet, naked, and exposed, and they were yet to shed a single piece of clothing, made me feel even more humiliated.
My body jolted when Roy latched his mouth onto my areola. The way his teeth grazed my nipple had me writhing under him, begging for more.
He stuck his fingers inside me and didn’t give me time to accommodate his thick digits before he began pumping them in violent plunges.
