“I’m here now, Adelina. Flynn and I are going to take care of everything. You’ll see.” He leaned down and brushed his lips gently against hers. He wanted so much more, but considering the circumstances, he didn’t want to overwhelm her. He sure didn’t want to hurt her.
“He’s right, baby. We’ve got you. You’re safe. And I promise you, this man will never lay a hand on you again,” Flynn whispered against her neck, and then began to lay gentle kisses along her shoulder, then down her back, against the bruises. Adelina closed her eyes, the tears flowed, and she hugged Jett.
The man responsible for hurting their woman was as good as dead.
Chapter 7
Adelina was exhausted. She had gotten to see her sister and Bryer before they were brought to a secure location, thanks to Chiara, Cash, and Zane. All of their clothing and belongings were also transported, thanks to some of the security t
eam Cash and Zane had.
She didn’t want to think too deeply about the fact that Jett and Flynn had all her stuff brought here, to the rooms upstairs above The Phantom. It was because they wanted her close by to keep tabs on her, and to be sure that she wouldn’t go through with Raymond’s orders. That in itself made her feel like shit.
After all, they spent the last two hours going over everything she knew about Sergio, Raymond, and this Margliado fellow. Her sister Kaitlin explained about the need for money to pay the hospital bills, and both Jett and Flynn kept looking at Adelina in anger. They acted as though they believed she should have gone to them. But she was going to handle it until Kaitlin jumped in and made a deal with the devil. That devil and company were now going to kill them both if they ever found them. The fear of not being able to live a normal life again wreaked havoc on Adelina’s soul. She had always tried to do her best, work hard, and remain a good citizen. So why was she suddenly feeling as if she could commit murder and want to kill Raymond, Sergio, and this faceless man, Margliado?
She had washed up and changed out of her dress and into a pair of lounge pants and a tank top. The room she was to remain in until Jett or Flynn told her otherwise was quite impressive. That night, when she had tucked Flynn into bed, and stole a caress against his bare, muscular chest, was a memory she would hold on to forever. Despite the confusion she felt at them both kissing her tonight, she knew they were just acting out their dominance. The two men were lethal, and they could kill her as easily as Raymond and Sergio. She knew that. She wasn’t stupid. Yet, somewhere deep in her gut, she felt like they did truly care and that there was more to their anger at her, and their attentiveness to her. Perhaps it was just the sight of the bruises that made them act chivalrous and caring.
“Adelina?”
She heard her name and turned suddenly. She hadn’t heard the door open, or a knock for that matter. Knowing that they could barge in at any time and see her should have made her feel vulnerable and nervous. Instead she felt aroused.
Flynn carried a case with him. He walked in, wearing blue jeans and a T-shirt, having ditched the suit earlier when the others arrived to interrogate her and Kaitlin. Chastity had entertained Bryer in the other room. The poor kid hadn’t a clue as to what was going on. Even Jett and Flynn fooled around with him. It made her think about what could have been, instead of what was never going to be.
“I heard from Cash. Kaitlin and Bryer are safe at Chiara’s old place. Al placed two security guys with them as precaution.”
“Oh, okay. Thank you,” she whispered, and then pulled her bottom lip between her teeth.
Flynn stared at her, looking her over, and she suddenly felt self-conscious in her loungewear.
“I have some ointment for the bruising. It’s something Jett picked up in Fiji. Good stuff with healing agents that soothe the ache on bruises and cuts. We should apply some to your back.” He pulled out the round container and appeared as if he bit the inside of his mouth.
She reached for the container. “Okay, I’ll do it.”
He wrapped his much larger hand around her wrist and held her still. She somehow wound up standing between his open thighs.
He held her gaze.
“You can’t possibly reach it yourself. I’ll do it.”
“You don’t have to, Flynn.”
“Adelina, do as he says. Get on the bed. Lay on your belly.” Jett came in, dressed the same like Flynn, but had no shirt on, just blue jeans and he was barefoot.
She lowered her eyes as the heat hit her cheeks. The man was a work of art. He was so damn sexy, and the nerve of him to come in here, a bedroom and in a half-naked form.
“Take off the shirt and lay on your belly,” Flynn told her. She crossed her arms in front of her.
“Adelina, we’re not going to hurt you. You don’t want to get the cream on your shirt, plus, Flynn can spread the lotion evenly without anything in the way.”
It made sense, but didn’t they realize how long she had lusted over them for? How could she relax and let them care for her when her libido was doing somersaults and her pussy was clenching with desire?
“I don’t feel comfortable lying on the bed without a shirt on with both of you here,” she admitted. Jett looked downright furious and Flynn was in a dead stare at her.
“You’d better get used to it. Things have changed. We’re not going to deny what we’ve been feeling anymore. Sharing our bed is going to be a regular occurrence now. We take care of what is ours.”
“But I’m not—”
“Don’t. Don’t deny it, don’t fight it, and don’t keep putting up the walls, Adelina. We know we pushed you away, and sent you right into the middle of danger. We know it, damn it. Just let us work this out. We’ll explain everything. You need us, we need you, and it’s no holds barred anymore. Just feel, and go with it,” Jett said then stepped toward her and reached for the hem of her T-shirt.