CLAIMED- By Romano Brothers.

24. Glimpses.

✨You were red and you liked me
'cause I was blue,
But you touched me
and suddenly I was a lilac sky,
And you decided purple just wasn't
for you✨

" Cazzo! " Azron cursed out running his hand through perfectly gelled hair, while Lucian stood dumbfounded in shock. He couldn't process what she just said.

The fuck she said that! Her words pierced through his heart and it hurt him. He felt like a sharp slap across his face.

Azron rubbed his hand over his face trying to think why she said that, then his eyes fell on Zanvil.

" Zan? " He called out but Zanvil was too lost in his thoughts. His face became pale just in a second. Lucian followed Azron's line of sight to see his brother breathing hard.

" ZANVIL! " his sharp voice brought him back from his haunting thoughts. He looked at Azron and Lucian who were staring at him. " Take her to the room. "

Zanvil gave her once over and carefully lifted her in his arms. He frowned at her being so light weight. As Zanvil walked carrying her bridal style, Azron and Lucian shared known looks before following him.

Once they reached their bedroom, Zanvil carefully placed her on the bed, before going into the bathroom. Lucian sat at her head, stroking her hair gently. She had creases on her forehead even in her sleep. He slowly caressed her skin, clearing those worry lines.

" Do you think I overdid her? " He asked running his thumb on her soft but bruised lips.

Zanvil came back with a wet towel and settled at her feet. He slowly cleaned her sweaty skin. It must be uncomfortable sleeping in sweat. He thought to run a bath, but then she would wake up and he don't want that now. All the while, Azron was observing Zanvil.

Zanvil was awfully silent. Any other time, he wouldn't shut up, he'd talk about anything and since they met Faith, she'd become the only thing he'll talk about everyday, apart from business. But at this very moment, he was completely quiet. And that worried them.

Azron shifted his gaze towards his Faith. She was in a deep slumber. He do think Lucian overdid her but she needed to know she belongs to them and let alone touching her, no one else should even breath the same air as her. He walked forward towards her, leaned down, touching her tender lips. He kissed her forehead followed by Lucian, and turned around to leave. They need to discuss something. Lucian followed him to the door but Zanvil didn't. When they looked at him, Zanvil was still gazing at her peaceful form.

" Take rest brother. " Lucian said leaving with Azron. They know he needed space, and he'd be calm if he spends time with Faith.

Zanvil didn't need to tell twice. As soon as the door shut behind them, he unbuttoned his shirt and threw it across the room. He crawled up beside her, laying so close, he slowly pulled her towards him, not disturbing her sleep, so that he's spooning her from back.

Lucian went hard on her. Zanvil sighed, having her cold bare back against his warm chest.

Zanvil couldn't help but think about the things happened from morning. That bastard of a father's call and how his father knew about his Faith. He was angry. Their father was a man, who wouldn't think twice before destroying someone. The trio are same too, but he was a rapist. He wouldn't leave anyone with a pussy, whether it be a women, teenager or a small girl. They have seen him rape girls who are not even legal. The brothers despise that.