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An uncharacteristic grin appears on Vic’s face as he nods and continues beating the bag. After putting the money in the safe, I head towards the balcony off the living room and breathe in the night air as I stare around at our city's magnificent view.
My breath catches in my throat as I come upon an image that turns the blood in my veins to solid ice. “Vic!” I shout, climbing on the edge of the balcony and jumping the three feet of open distance between ours and the one where I see Birdie standing on the ledge, unconcerned by what could happen to me.
Vicious
All I can think about is the way she felt against me. Her soft curves to my hard planes, the suppleness of her ass cushioning my stiff cock. The way she shivered in my arms when Chaos ordered me to let her go. She’s all things tender and innocent while we’re ruthless and savage.
“Vic!” At the call, I run out to the balcony in time to find Chaos jumping the gap in between and grabbing our little bird around the waist.
“What the fuck are you doing?” he shouts as he slams her back into the closed door on her side.
Making the same leap across, I look down at the street below and feel sick. Her body would have broken on impact. She would have died. Her blood would have stained the ground, and I’d have been reminded of her every fucking day. Rage controls my movements as I jerk around and shove Chaos out of my way.
Lifting her up, I press my hard cock between her thighs, where she can’t miss it, and slam my mouth over hers, forcing a bruising kiss on her cherry lips that she doesn’t expect. Gripping a fistful of her hair, I bite down on her lip until she whimpers. “You don’t get to fucking do that. You don’t get to give me a taste and then fucking take it away before I’ve claimed every motherfucking inch of you. You’re selfish for even thinking about leaving us.” My hands are rough, and my voice is filled with something I’ve never felt before.
“Vicious,” Chaos barks my name, and it’s not until his hand enters my vision to trace the bruise and swelling on her cheek that my eyes clear of my fevered frenzy, only to discover an even more intense and blistering emotion overtaking me.
Despite the unfettered rage flowing through every breath I take, my hand remains gentle as my finger follows the same path that Chaos’ just did. “He touched you.” My tone has softened, and tears well in her eyes. “I warned him. I told him, Chaos, and he didn’t listen.”
I hear him blow out a breath before he mutters, “I know.” Seething, I set Birdie down on her feet before stepping back and staring at the mark on her precious face, allowing the flurry of my temper to boil beneath the surface before I step through the door leading to her room. Turning the doorknob nets zero results, and as I hear the prick’s laughter on the other side, murder colors my eyes as I calmly turn back around and jump over to our balcony.
“Vic.” Chaos’ voice holds a warning. “What are you doing?”
Staring at the man I’ve called brother for more than half my life, I grit out, “He fucking locked her in this room and has the audacity to laugh when I couldn’t open the door.”
“Don’t do anything you’ll regret.” His gaze flicks to where he holds Birdie in his arms, tears staining her bruised cheek and swollen face. Nodding, I head into our penthouse, grabbing a bat from the closet before walking out and down the hall to bang on the door to the apartment holding my little bird hostage.
“What?” Carl snaps before he sees who it is. Motherfucker didn’t even check the peephole first. Moron.
My fist lands in his face with a satisfying crunch as I enter the apartment. Quietly closing the door behind me, I seek out the room that’s bolted from the outside as Carl tries to staunch his bleeding face. Spotting Birdie’s door, I notice three locks on it. Fuming, I lift my leg and kick it open with one swift motion. The frame separates from the wall as the door slams into another wall behind it.
Chaos picks her up and carries her out of the room without a word. Once they’ve cleared the apartment, I take a minute to stare around her space. Bare, except for a few pictures on her dresser and night table.
“You need to get the fuck out before I call the cops,” Carl threatens from the other room.
“Do it.” The cops don’t scare me. He hit her; he deserves exactly what I gave him. And more. Turning, I stride towards the man like the predator I am and lift the bat over my head, swinging down and listening to his rib crack as I make contact.
“How many times have you hit her?” My voice appears calm, but inwardly, I’m trying to leash this craze I feel to murder him. He doesn’t answer as he moans on the floor like the bitch he is.
Returning to her room, I open the closet and find a suitcase on the floor. Retrieving it, I grab everything that appears to have value to her. In her dresser, I ignore the clothes and search for things she might be hiding from the son of a bitch in the other room. Zipping the bag closed, I carry it out with me. Without looking further, I know there is nothing else she’ll want or need. Chaos and I will spoil her with everything she could ever desire.
Opening the door to the apartment, I place the bag outside and see Chaos, with Birdie still in his arms, leaning in the doorway to our penthouse with a raised brow. I shrug before focusing my attention back on Carl. “She’s ours now, Carl. You’re going to pretend she doesn’t exist. And if I find out you’ve even looked at her, not only will I take your hand for hitting her today”—I slam the bat down on the appendage—“I’ll scoop your eyeballs out with a very dull blade. Am I clear?”
He nods, but I’m not satisfied. “Words, Carl.”
“Yes, I understand.” Closing the door behind me, I head towards my little bird and her tear-stained face as she stares up at me like I’ve just hung the fucking moon in her honor.
CHAPTER 3
Birdie
Gasping awake, I try to sit up and catch my breath, but I’m constrained by a hand under my shirt, clasping my breast, and another in my panties, holding my sex in their palm. Blinking up at the ceiling, a mix of emotions filters through me—relief, gratitude, fear. All swirling around, and I can’t even begin to sort through them.
The longer I think, the more my body tunes me into the throbbing in my cheek and the need to still wash away Jesse’s inappropriate touch from yesterday. Slipping their powerful hands from my body, I begin to slowly slide down the bed until I feel a grip on my hair, dragging me back up.
The bite of pain should have me crying out, but I feel my core throb with a desire I had no idea existed. “Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” Chaos growls as he drags me under him. The sun casts a soft light around the room from a crack in the curtain, and when he settles himself against me, I gasp, unable to miss the craving in his gaze.
“Shower?” I whisper, trembling under him.
