Insatiable Little Me

Sinking

The moon is out, Little Ones,

I had chose this piano music to capture the somber feeling of learning about the boys.

*Meanwhile im vibing to Doja's- Woman*

Grab yourself some food and something to drink.

Let's get real deep, shall we?

. . .

Three hours. Three intense hours of reading the timeline laid out about the Remington's. The brutal imagery of dismembered limbs of those who opposed their father, men who were shot point blank, burns surrounding the gaping wounds of men who hurt children or women.

Twisted as this family is, they had morals; matriarchal rules set in place to protect women. Overstepping those boundaries meant forfeit in their eyes; hurting children under the age of 18 outside of the 'court' was punishable by death.

Now I understand the questions earlier.

"So, your father is the head of the family?" I began to slowly approach the true question on my mind.

"Correct," Kota said. His eyes searched my face in eager need to know what I was thinking. Never has he removed them from me, desperate for an inclination of something to tell him if I would leave or stay.

"What happened to your mother?" I slowed my words as I looked over to Declan. The somber look in his eyes as he sucked his cheeks in. The subtle movements of him chewing away at the flesh, he rubbed his hands together in attempt to clarify his own thoughts.

"She was killed, in attempt to end our fathers' life," Declan said. His voice stern, yet there was a small crack in his sentence when he muttered it again. The torment of a lifetime apparent on his face, his eyes sunk towards the floor.

"I can't say I'm sorry since it happened before you met me," I closed the book.

I slipped off the couch, approached where Declan was; I crouched in front of him. I made sure to approach with care in my movements, placed my hand on his, the other rested on his cheek. He flinched away from my touch, the conflict of giving in to my touch freaked him out. His eyes stared coldly at me, warning me to watch what I was doing.

"But I can tell you that just by the way you are reacting, you loved her very much," I place my hand firmer on his cheek. "it's okay to be vulnerable when no one is looking, but its stronger to be vulnerable around others."

"It was at a restaurant, no one was supposed to have weapons," Kota said.

"Neutral, my ass," Declan said bitterly. His voice shaking, he stood from his chair and walked over to the mini selection of liquor. Poured himself and Kota a glass of whiskey.

"The servers were killed in the backroom, those fucking pint sized fucks, took their uniforms," Kota took the glass, he threw back his head as he polished off his glass. "Shot her point blank, before Dad could react, he was ushered out of the restaurant."

"The rest of our clan collected our mothers' lifeless body, bringing her home to us when I was 17, Kota was 15," I stood from my crouched position and shook my head. Tears filled my eyes and I wiped them away.

This is not my time to cry.

"You both are very strong men; I see why the Remington's' are matriarchal, because your father loved your mother very much."

"Everyone did, she was the crystal chandelier in the ballroom, shining brightly and above the rest of us," Declan said. A small smile adorned his lips.

"Can we change the subject, little one," without warning, I felt arms wrap their way around my waist. Tightly holding me in place, I chuckled softly and shook my head.

"We are still on the subject of where you lie with the Remington Clan,"

"Princes, in a sense, kitten," Declan shrugged as if it was an everyday occurrence for them. I mocked his shrug with my eyes wide open, huffing out my breath.

"Even so, you are two rich men, involved in moral shady shit, and you wanted me?" I questioned.

"You were our chandelier, we didn't want to force you into liking us, rather show you that we are loveable in our own ways," Kota whispered in my ear.

I just know my face is fucking red.

"You were a carefree person, yet there's something strong willed in you," Declan said. He approached me and placed his hand on my cheek, I leaned into his touch as I looked up at him. He dipped his head, hovering an inch before my lips, the anticipation to be kissed once more by him drove me into a spiral.

"Ask for me to kiss you, kitten,"

"Please, Daddy, will you kiss me,"

Red. I know I'm firetruck red. I know, I can feel my entire body melting.

He closed the space between us, the taste of whiskey on his lips, the warmth of his tongue as it slipped into my mouth. The intoxicating way he approached me, how he said kitten whenever he felt affectionate. I stood on my toes in a fervent attempt to become closer to him.

"Stay, little one, we would take care of you," Kota whispered. He kissed my nape of my neck, slowly kissing towards my left shoulder.

I wanted to stay. Wanted to be enjoyed by these two beautiful men, but would I even survive their lifestyle. Would I be hurt? Did that really matter at this point, I may not be in love with them, but my heart swells in affection towards them.

I pulled away from Declans' kiss and Kotas' hug, I walked over to the mini bar and poured myself a shot of chilled vodka over ice.

"Yes, but I have conditions," I said.

"Anything within reason, kitten,"

"I need assurance that I will receive self-defense training," I blurted. "I don't want normal self-defense, I need what you were taught, Remington style,"

"We can do our best, anything else," Kota agreed.

"You need to be open with me, if I'm in danger you tell me,"

"Deal," Declan said.

"The last thing we need to discuss is what this," I motioned to the three of us, I slammed my shot back and smiled. "What this is going to look like, and where you are comfortable with me staying."

"Of course, over dinner?" Kota spoke. A cocky smirk sneaked it's way on his face.

"Tonight, 7 pm?" Declan said, confidence radiated in his words.

"Can I go home until then?"

"Of course, kitten," Declan agreed. Kota headed over to the desk and dialed a number on his cellphone.

"Lucas," he began. "report to main drawing room immediately."

"Lucas?" I questioned.

"Lucas will be in charge of notifying us of your safe return, if you get along with him,"

"Not too well, id hope for his sake," Kota interrupted.

"He will be your personal bodyguard, if you will accept this one condition from us," Declan finished. I was left to ponder my thoughts and their condition.

"If you feel it's necessary, I won't fight you on it, I'm new to all of this,"

"Good girl,"

"Good girl,"

God, I loved when they did that.

When they spoke in unison, it felt like heaven found its' way through my body. They pulled my in for a hug once together, and separate hugs. The safety there was in their hugs would never be replicated by anyone else.