Millie's Second Chance (The Town of Pearl 4)

“We want this pussy accessible at all times. It belongs to us. Every part of you does,” Dalton told her then brushed his finger across her already swollen clit. His Texas accent added magnetism to his demand.

Millie moaned.

“I think you should eat up, Millie. You’re going to need your energy,” Jeremy chimed in and Dalton pulled his hand slowly from under her dress.

Millie was strung tight as a bow and these five men sat there looking smug and content as they ate their monstrous-looking steaks. She wouldn’t beg for another one of their fingers to press up into her needy cunt. No. She was stronger than this. Instead, she shrugged her shoulders, picked up her fork and knife, and began to eat her steak even though all she wanted to do was come.

* * * *

Anthony listened as his brothers talked about their family and establishing their individual businesses. He was impressed with how ladylike and sweet Millie was. Every so often she would dab her napkin against her mouth or smile shyly toward one of his brothers’ comments. She was listening intently and adding her thoughts here and there. Conversation ran smoothly and as if they had known her for a long time. It interested him that she could be so feminine and delicate, yet she was practically a black belt in martial arts.

“So, Millie, what did you do when you worked in New York?” Jeremy asked her.

“I was a fundraising coordinator for a large firm.”

“What kind of projects did you work on?” Hank asked.

“I was working on one to raise money for a women’s shelter. I actually succeeded and we were celebrating a few nights before I had to leave. It is going to be a great shelter where women can go for a fresh start. They can even get help with training and education so they can work and support their families if they have any.”

“That sounds wonderful,” Dalton added.

“What made you get into that?” Marco asked.

“I needed a better job. I make my own jewelry and worked in a jewelry store for a while, hoping that the owner would come through on his promise to display my stuff, but it never happened. It was frustrating and I needed a better-paying job. I was doing the self-defense classes at the time and they were costly. I had volunteered a lot at the local women’s shelter and then met a woman who worked for the company that financially supported them. One thing led to another and I got a job interview.”

“So you’ve always volunteered?” Anthony asked, and he watched as Millie placed her hands on her lap and took a deep breath. When she looked up he thought she looked like an angel.

“I started volunteering at the family shelter to offer support to women who were battered or raped. It was difficult, but I felt I could offer some sort of support since I was a survivor. You see, after the attack by Frank, I was hospitalized for some time and that time alone, healing made me see that I was given a second chance at life. I wanted to continue to help, but I wanted to make that help more accessible, and I also wanted to follow my dream of selling my homemade jewelry.”

“That’s great, Millie. I bet the boutique in town would display your stuff and sell it for you on commission,” Jeremy added.

She smiled.

“I should go in to talk with them. I brought a lot of my things, but some of my tools are still in New York. I guess eventually I’ll have to go back there to gather my stuff.”

“No. You’re not going back there. Not until Frank is captured,” Marco stated firmly. She turned toward him and Anthony felt the same words on his lips. He wouldn’t let her leave Pearl. He wasn’t going to take a chance of losing her nor letting that psycho ex-boyfriend of hers find her.

“Marco, I left in a hurry. I had no choice and I’ll need my things.”

“You’ll work it out another way. Don’t think about that now. You’re staying here and that’s not up for discussion,” Marco replied.

“Don’t do that.”

Marco stared at her. “Don’t do what?”

“Tell me what to do or not to do.”

“I will tell you what to do because you’re part of me now and part of us,” he replied.

Millie stared at Marco and Anthony thought she was going to hit him or cry. He wasn’t sure.

“Don’t say things like that,” she whispered and it made him wonder just how badly those two men from her past had hurt her.

“I speak the truth. You belong to the Lewis brothers now. We’re going to take care of you and protect you. That includes guiding you in decisions that threaten what we’re trying to protect.”

“Marco, please. This is going so fast. I mean the sex was incredible. Really, incredible.” She took a deep breath. Anthony had to hide his chuckle, but he felt a little tinge of fear. He hoped it meant more to her than just sex. It sure as hell did to him and his brothers. He’d never seen Marco so forward like this, or Dalton, for that matter.

“Glad you enjoyed it, baby, because it’s only gonna get better,” Marco replied and Millie smiled then lowered her eyes. They were all silent a moment.