Phantom's Destruction or Destiny

She pulled back, and he stared down into her watery eyes. He cupped her cheeks between his hands as she still held the front of her dress tightly. Her knuckles were white from her grip. Her cleavage deep, as her large breasts nearly fell from the satin cups of the dress.

“It’s not your fault. No one could have known this was going to happen. I sure as shit didn’t know. I was so scared. I was in shock. I’m in deep, Jett. There’s no way out now. No one can save me.” The tears rolled down her cheeks at her own words. “I’m going to die.”

“No. No, you’re not going to die. We’re going to protect you, and do what we should have done from the start. You mean so much to us. Obviously, this guy knows it. You need to be strong for me, baby. Flynn is going to call Cash and Zane, along with Al, and some others. We need as much information as we can get from you so we can stop this guy.”

“Oh, God, Jett, my family. They’re not safe.”

He held her cheeks firmly and tilted her face up toward him. The fear in her eyes was so great it pulled at his heart and wretched his stomach. But Adelina needed him and Flynn. They would need one another to get through this situation.

“Flynn is on it. He’ll get them to safety immediately, and then we’ll begin.”

He stared at her intently. Adelina’s plump red lips, her thick eyelashes and sparkling green eyes, and he knew she was going to be theirs.

“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 team 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.

“You didn’t push me into this. I’m a grown woman. I fell for Raymond’s charms,” she whispered as she swallowed hard.

I was lusting over the two of you, and couldn’t take your disinterest in me. God, what is he saying to me? Their bed? Things are changing? I’m so confused.

Jett touched her arm and gently caressed it. He stared into her eyes.

“Let’s take care of these bruises. We’ll talk more later.” He reached for the hem of her shirt again.

“I’ll do it.” She stuttered then took a step back. She turned around, took a deep breath, and pulled the T-shirt up over her head. She folded it and then tossed it onto the sitting chair near the bedside table. She thought she heard their intake of breath, but she wasn’t going to turn around and face them. She was shaking, her breasts felt full, and her nipples were hard as could be. She was embarrassed at how turned on she was. Their orders and Jett’s statement about her being in their bed on a daily basis sent her mind into a frenzy of erotic thoughts. Did they want her in every sense of the way because they cared, or were they keeping her close? She couldn’t help but think of the saying, “Keep your friends close, but your enemies closer.”

She got onto the bed and then felt both men move into position. Flynn straddled her legs, being sure not to apply too much pressure to her thighs.

“Jesus, baby, how badly do these hurt?” Jett asked, then brushed her hair from her cheek and stared at her face. He was kneeling by the bed, caressing her hair and gently smoothing his thumb along her lower lip.

“Not so bad anymore,” she whispered.

“This might be cold. I’ll try not to apply too much pressure, but my hands may feel rough against your soft skin.”