Three brothers obsessively loving a single woman.
Audrey fallon a 17 year old fashion icon oblivious to the world around her blinded by innocence but with the reputation of going nuclear.
Vincent, Matteo and Gwaine knight, the irony of their name th...
The tint on the windows controlled by a small remote in the palm of my hand stopped the sun from spilling through and so I sat in completed darkness in the middle of the day with a tear stained pale face. The only light that graced the room was when my phone illumined telling me I had another notification, I had received enough of them to know what they were or more specifically who they were from.
Buzz. It sounds again 'how's work baby' buzz 'have you eaten' 'buzz 'are you alone' buzz buzz buzz. 'Pick up' 'answers the fucking phone baby girl or your going to regret it' buzz 'if yo7 don't answer the phone in the next two seconds I'm going to come down there and spank your little ass until it's red with blood'.
Buzz buzz buzz. 'Zooey baby we don't mean it' buzz 'we miss you' buzz 'sorry love'.
Again and again they came the mood ever shifting between messages from calm to harsh to sorry to regretful to resentment all over again. Watching my phone light up was like watching a train wreck and not even a pretty one where the carts are full of glitter and fireworks.
Buzz. This one was different it wasn't the monotone ring of my phone or my beetles ringtone it was the door. The large mahogany doors that looked so menacing now, and through them muffled voices sounded.
"I'm sorry gentlemen miss Fallon isn't in would you like to leave a message" the voice said confidently so much so you could almost hear lances smirk all these feet away.
"When the fuck will she be back"
"I'll message you" and with that cocky remark followed a bang and a shatter. A bang of not a door fist or foot could have made but rather the end of a gun. Seconds later another bang rang out through the building.
Running from my office I flung myself through the doors only to find one of the knight brothers bodyguards by my feet with a hole between his eyes. I felt my bottom lip begin to tremble as did the rest of me and my eyes began to water. I felt cruel for being grateful it wasn't Lance in the unknown mans place but in the same moment I felt as if his blood was upon my hands. And it was.
Suddenly Matteo turned to me his face breaking out into a large smile. "Baby" he growled but not in a menacing way but rather in a possessive one. But my eyes didn't stay from the dead man at my feet, "don't look at that my innocent little puppy" he does picking me up bridal style and in a moment of pain I hurried my face in his jacket too fearful to look once again at those cold hollow eyes, I would much rather look at the dead man than those god for shaken eyes.
But still within this state I was able to register we were not heading in the direction of my office but rather the elevator.
—-Gwaine—-
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Watching our love curl up into my brother inhaling his scent and accepting us gave me a rush of adrenaline and so I took her from my brothers arms holding her small frame tight to my larger one. She's accepting us.
Soon we were in the car with Vincent driving and me and Matteo desperate for her contact.
"We've got a deal for you baby girl" she barely moved she didn't acknowledge our existence and so roughly I took her chin into my hand pulling her to my eyes.
"Your going to marry us" Vincent spoke plainly but his tone full of love and happiness.
At this she gasped and a look of disgust covered her face "that's barbaric I would rather die than-" before she could finish her sentence I felt my palm twitch as it connected with her delicate cheek my large silver ring catching on her cheek bone sending her face flying into the door of the car with a not so satisfying thud.
But In that moment no matter how much I wanted to comfort her I knew I couldn't. She had to learn. "You would rather die yes, but you would never let anyone else get hurt for your own selfish wants" Matteo said sternly before finishing with a soft loving voice "would you baby".
"And well we don't really like those pesky little boys now so we brother" I commented. At this she began to shake still cradling her already swollen cheeks.
"P-pl-please" she cried so beautifully. "I'm sorry but I-I-I'm gay" she said.
Me and my brothers turned to her in w moment of silence before Vincent simply began to laugh "oh baby you really believe we didn't do a background check we know you messed around last year and we know you have ex's but we also know baby you are ours and because of that we know when your lying. So baby stop lying before your pretty little face turns purple".
"Six days baby" I whisper in her ear as she shivers and I raise my hand to witch she flinches away from sending a pant to my heart. Why would she flinch? Doesn't she know we love her? That we are made to love and protect her?. I stroke her cheek my fingers dancing over the purples and blacks on her delicate skin. "Six days" I said to her as I watched her far of look through the tinted windows. But my mind raced with thoughts of our wedding of our future.
Walking home to the sight of her cooking after a long day at work little kids running around her feet and her angelic smile bracing us with. Tucking the children to bed as she sings the beetles or queen because she likes it better than lullabies saying she will give the children music taste. Having a glass of wine by the fire her features illuminated In the night. Watching as she withers beneath us screaming out our names in please begging as we go harder but she doesn't care her nails dragging down our backs her tightly title self almost suffocating the screams the sweat.
