Even worse? They were affiliated with a gang known for getting girls hooked on drugs to pimp them out. Yeah that’s pretty much when I went from freaked out to scared out of my fucking mind.
The cops were still no help and were still convinced she was just “being a college kid” somewhere, like that’s even a thing. And so, I’ve spent the last few weeks digging hard into this. I’ve gone to every fucking Irish bar in Boston. I’ve paid bartenders and patrons and guys begging for change on street corners for information—anything at all.
I’ve poked my head into obvious “front” businesses—stores that clearly don’t sell a thing but exist to cover the drug factory or gambling den behind them. I’ve tried to buy my way into illicit poker games known for attracting the Boston underground types.
And nothing has gotten me any closer to finding Keily.
I sigh, stretching again. Fuck, I need a drink. A shower first, and then definitely a drink.
The water is hot and steaming, and I gasp as I slip under it. Fuck that feels good. I’m used to long shifts at the hospital, but the last few weeks have felt like years—I’m barely finding time to eat or sleep or bathe. I close my eyes and let it stream over me, my muscles relaxing as I sigh happily.
Slowly, I force myself to clear my head. I know it’s weird, but there’s a part of me—a big part of me—that knows Kiely is okay. I mean, that sounds ridiculous given what’s going on, but my sister and I are really, really close, and I know in my heart that if something really awful had happened to her, I’d have felt it somehow.
I just know it.
She’s still missing, and this whole situation is still completely fucked, but I cling to the notion that where she is, she’s okay. I just wish she’d reach out and let me know.
Instead, my mind clears and my body slowly uncoils, different thoughts slip into my head.
Different, hotter thoughts.
I blush when it seeps in, but it can’t be helped. The hotel I’m staying in is a dump, full of all sorts of sketchy types. That is, except for them. At first, I thought it was one guy, but after a few glimpses of “him” at the coffee vending machine in the hotel lobby, or outside, I slowly realized it was actually two of them—twins, I think. And it seems like they’re also staying in this shithole.
Crappy neighborhood, sketchy hotel, but crazy gorgeous guys.
I blush again.
…Yeah, it’s made for some, well, interesting nights alone when they’ve slipped into my head the last week or so.
Under the shower spray, my skin tingles as I think of them again—that dark hair, those chiseled jaws. And huge, like they’re freaking football linebackers or something. I think of the sleeve tattoo, the broad shoulders—the fact that one’s got dark eyes, and the other blue. I shiver, and the heat begins to swell inside of me. My hands slide down my body with a mind of their own, and I know there’s no stopping this.
My fingers slide over my clit, making me gasp as I sink against the tiled wall of the shower. My eyes close as the hot water teases over my skin, and I moan as the pleasure throbs deep inside.
Fuck, I must have no self-control.
To be fair, it’s been a very, very long time since I’ve been touched by anyone but myself, and it’s also been a hell of a few weeks with the whole Keily thing. And the two mysterious and hot guys staying somewhere in this dumb hotel are the ultimate fantasy escape, even if it’s just for a few quick minutes in the shower. Maybe I just need some fantasy.
Maybe I just need an escape.
My fingers rub faster, rolling my hard clit under them as I moan and sink against the shower wall. I cup one of my breasts, pinching a nipple and bringing a cry to my lips as I squeeze my eyes shut and think of them. I can feel myself getting closer, my entire body rippling and clenching and aching for release. My fingers move faster, my core tightens, and then—
…And then, there’s the sound of splintering wood and a crashing sound from outside the bathroom.
My heart jumps into my throat as I lurch from the shower and go to the door. I barely crack it before I scream at the sight of three men with guns glaring right at me with wicked grins on their faces. The three of them come right for me, and I shriek, turning to slam the door shut but instantly slipping on the tile floor. I gasp, my feet flying up in the air before I crash to the ground. I wince as my head slams against the floor, and I look up in horror at the three men advancing.
And then, suddenly, there’s a second crash behind them. The door to the adjoining room—which is of course usually locked on both sides—explodes in a shower of splintered wood, and suddenly, two figures come charging through.
And my jaw drops.
It’s them—the two guys I’ve literally just been fantasizing about, but in the flesh, guns in hand, and animal roars on their lips as they explode into the room. One of them raises a gun and fires, and I scream as the man closest to the door grunts and falls to the floor. The two other turn to bring their own guns up, but the twins are faster, bellowing wildly as they charge, guns blasting. I shriek and cover my head, but it’s over in a second.
And then, it’s silent.
“Charlotte!”
I realize my ears are ringing, and I blink as I look up, and up, and up at the huge, muscled man with sharp blue eyes standing over me, reaching down. I blink again, and suddenly, I take it all in, and realize I can add another adjective to that list: naked.
I blush wildly as I kick away from him, my eyes drinking in the view of his huge, muscled, chiseled body—and I do mean all of his body. Muscled chest, grooved abs, chiseled Adonis muscles pointing in a v-shape down to…
My face burns, but I can’t even pretend not to look at the cock hanging thick, hard and freaking huge between his muscled thighs. My eyes dart past him, and I gasp as I realize the other one—the one with the dark eyes—is standing behind him, and also completly bare-assed. They’re both inked and hard and naked over the three would-be attackers lying crumpled on the floor—like they’re two Spartan warriors or something insane like that.
And suddenly, it all hits me. Suddenly, I realize I’ve just seen three men killed in front of my eyes. Suddenly, it hits me that two other guys, who happen to be absolutely naked and gorgeous are standing here, staring at me.
And it definitely hits me that they know my name.
“Wait… what… who…”
I’m mumbling, and I’ve got enough medical training to know I’m probably in shock, but I can’t shake it. The dark-eyed one, who I suddenly realize is bleeding from the arm, locks eyes with me as he strides right into the bathroom and holds out a hand.
“We need to go, now.”
“I—who—”
“Ben,” he growls deeply, making me blink at the Irish lilt in his voice. “This is Gavin, and we’re going to get you the fuck out of here, but we need to go right now before more of them show up. Do you understand?”
I swallow, just staring at him—vaguely aware that I’m naked too but still in too much shock to do a thing about it.
“Charlotte, blink if you understand me.”
Slowly, I blink.
“Let’s go.”
I gasp as he grabs my wrists and yanks me to my feet, and suddenly, they’re on either side of me, guns out, completely nude, and growling as we go rushing out of the hotel room and down the hall. We stumble into a stairwell, and I realize I’m clinging to them as they rush us all the way down until we get to a door that leads into the back parking lot. It’s dark outside, but suddenly, probably still in shock, I start to laugh at how insane it must look to see the three of us naked and streaking through a parking lot in the middle of freaking March.