Damaged Goods

“Dude, that’s the Adrostos,” one of them hissed excitedly as I stalked away, a smirk taking over my face. I followed my brothers up the stairs, but the door was locked tight.

“Code?” I asked Kill, who shook his head. Seriously? I have to do everything. Not bothering to wait, I pulled out my gun and shot the box, the wiring hissing as the door clicked, unlocking. If we were anywhere but the Lach I might have cared, but here, gunshots were normal. Without bothering to address the excited whispers behind us, we walked inside, heading for the second floor and the apartment in question.

“She’s part of one of the most prominent mafia families in America. Why is she living here?” Kyrell questioned aloud, echoing what we were all thinking. Sure, we’d avoided the topic as teens, but when she left and we got more involved in our Family, we’d quickly learned who she was.

As we stopped in front of 242, I slammed my fist against the door and waited, arms crossed and eyes narrowed at the peep hole I knew she’d be looking through. Any good mob princess knows to check who’s at the door.

“If you don’t answer, I’ll kick down this fucking door, Sana!” I called, my eagerness to see her making me just as impetuous as Kill. Stomping echoed through the door just before she flung it open, pure molten fire in her eyes.

“Don’t you fucking dare, Keir Adrostos,” she said, her chest rising and falling with her angry breaths. I loved that she easily told us apart, a skill she and she alone possessed. Even our family had to study us for a moment, usually referring to all three of us as Boss so they didn’t fuck it up and make us angry.

Chest heaving, feet apart, and dagger in hand, she looked like an avenging angel and even more perfect than I remembered. I took a moment to study her, hungry to see any changes from the girl that I’d known. Soft, dark brown hair hung down in perfect waves, framing her heart-shaped face, big hazel eyes darkening a fraction as she stared me down. Her pouty lips pursed as her hands moved to rest on her hips, dagger sticking out to the side. Her body had definitely changed since she was seventeen. The thin, silky robe she wore hugged her body, leaving no mystery to the ways her body had matured. Her nipples peaked as I openly stared at her, my gaze dipping lower to take in her soft curves. She looked the same in some ways, the teenage Otsana from my memories peeking out, but she was a strong, fiery woman now.

“You going to invite us in, Kitten?” Ky asked, the nickname he’d always used slipping out. He and I had always had a soft spot for her; Kill had just gotten there first. Our night together was going to be the first step toward Ky and me easing our way into the romantic part of her life, but then she’d disappeared. Those angry eyes flickered to him, but knowing Ky, that narrowed gaze was just drawing him into her web even more.

“No,” she said, trying to slam the door, but we weren't that easily dissuaded. I caught the door with my hand before she had a chance to lock us out. No way would I let her out of my sight now.

“I’m fine with staying in,” I teased, stepping into her entryway. Even a quick look at her apartment had me putting on my best poker face, trying not to show a reaction to its run-down condition. Her cheeks flushed as she glanced around, the first slip of vulnerability I’d seen. The apartment wasn’t exactly what I would expect from her, but it was clean, albeit a bit plain. It certainly wasn’t fitting for a woman of her background, the cracks in the walls and outdated appliances combatting the status she should have had. Another indicator that something’s going on with her. I’d be finding out what, that much I knew. Now that she was here in front of me, I had no intention of letting her walk away again.

With a heavy sigh, she sat her knife on the table and walked further into the apartment, dropping into an armchair. We followed behind her, sitting on the couch and other chair, watching her intently. The fact that she put down the knife was a testament to her trust in us, but I wasn’t going to comment on that now. No need to start this off with her being pissed at us.

“Why are you here?” she demanded, curling up in her chair, arms wrapping around her knees as she stared at us.

“That’s a stupid question. I told you that you were mine,” Killian said with a laugh. “I’m fairly sure I reminded you of that fact while I was fucking you over the table in the club earlier.”

“I didn’t let you,” she seethed, “and it was a mistake. I don’t need your small dick.”

“Now you’re just being cruel, Sana, you know he doesn’t have a small cock,” I laughed, unable to stop myself. The picture in my mind of him pushing her down and fucking her, showing her we didn’t allow disobedience, was enough to make me half-hard. “If I remember correctly, you were well acquainted with all three of ours.”

“I only let you two fuck me once,” she growled, her face reddening, but I was observant enough to note the way she squirmed in her seat, her breath subtly picking up pace.

“Well, you apparently left an impact. We’ve never asked anyone to come back for seconds except for you,” Killian said, chuckling at her scowl. “Now, spend time with us at the club or fuck here? Your choice, Baby Girl.”

“Fine, but I wear what I want,” she grumbled, standing up and trying to walk away. The moment that caveat left her lips, anger flashed in Killian’s eyes and he slammed her into the wall, his hand holding her in place by her throat as he glared at her. She didn’t say anything else, though I wasn’t sure if she even could. Instead, Sana watched him, promises of retribution in those enticingly dark eyes.

“Let her go,” Kyrell demanded, putting a hand on Killian’s arm. He pulled him away and stepped into Sana’s personal space in his stead. Like a moth to a flame, I moved closer so I could hear what he said. “Kitten, you are ours, you always have been. Now, are you going to submit to us?” The rasp to his voice and her response to it had me thinking of all the ways I wanted to fuck her.

“Fuck. You,” she said, but the heat was already draining from her words. “I submit for no one.”

“Oh, but I think you will. You remember that safe word?” he whispered, voice hard and taunting.

“Yes,” she spit out, the barest hint of a sigh beneath the venom in that single word. Pushing him away, she stalked out of the room, slamming her bedroom door behind her. He let out a chuckle and turned to me, not having to say what we all already knew.

She’ll be ours again, no matter the cost.

My heart was pounding in my chest as I closed the door to my bedroom, the phantom feeling of Killian’s hands digging into my skin still strong. They’d always been rough, ever since we met. It was an instant attraction thing then, and it seemed now would be no different. As I tried to calm my erratic heartbeat, my mind drifted back to the day they had all claimed me. Part of me knew that if I had stayed, I would have belonged to all three of them, not just Killian, after that night.

The sounds of a fistfight echoed across the courtyard, a group of students cramming in around it. You couldn’t mistake the echo of a fist hitting flesh or the woosh of breath as it left their lungs. You’d think for being one of the most pompous boarding schools in the country they’d have a handle on the daily fights, drugs, and curfew violations. Gotta love Thornhill Academy, where money can literally buy you anything, including grades and perks.

Just as I was walking past the fight, everyone started moving away, whispering that security was coming to break it up. My curiosity was piqued, and I glanced over to see the Adrostos triplets walking away, my boyfriend Killian wiping blood off his lip while grumbling to the other two. Of course, he was involved, I thought, exasperated. Which also meant I knew what was coming. Killian never came out of a fight without being extremely turned on.

“Ah, perfect timing, Baby Girl,” Killian called out, and students parted to clear a path. The kings of Thornhill were definitely the triplets, but I was hardly their queen. Outside of being with them, I gave away nothing. No hints of my personality, no emotion, barely even any talking if I could avoid it. My grandfather had made it very clear that I was nothing more than a prop. It even took Killian an entire semester before I let him see that I wasn’t mute or devoid of all personality.

“Fighting again?” I asked, raising an eyebrow at them. Keir gave a smug grin and cracked his knuckles while Ky just shrugged. They were a package deal, so the others had become my best friends as well, though if the blatant looks and flirty comments meant anything, they wanted more. Something I’d never admitted to Kill was that I liked them too, but I’d never disrespect him by doing anything about it.

“Our room. Now. We need some release,” Killian ordered, my pu

ssy already aching like his words had a direct link to my body.