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...
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—- Vincent's POV—-
As we walk through the building unlike most the servants and workers do not tremble at our presence but why should they working for the Russian mafia no matter it's leader is fearsome enough.
As we push through the doors the second in command trailing behind us we are met with the sight of the well dressed man in one of our loves suits the through of her work upon another man irritated me to no end.
My skin itched my heard reached and my breathing drew ragged with each second we where departed from her. "Shit boss I tried to stop the-" he was cut of by a single hand wave bowing his head and leaving with his eyes glued to the blood covered floor.
"So what was your plan? You take the big dark one" he motioned between a man dressed in a dark fitted tux unmoving like a statue and Matteo in a similar stance ", I'll take the little girl" he waves to myself "and the Aussie will run like a scared wombat if things get tough" he shakes his hand lazily towards Gwaine who then speaks through gritted teeth.
"Italian"
"Yeah yeah whatever big guy simmer down" he dismisses the guards no walk uncommonly fast from the high stress room standing happily and care free.
Pulling my gun we stand in line each barrel pointed towards gatsby. "You can find anything" i bark towards him.
"Indeed" he says not fearful of us whatsoever and that only vexes me more. "Audrey I presume" I growl at the use of her name our baby's name our live our wife how dare he "haven't the foggiest I'm afraid" he shrugs taking his seat once more.
"Your lying" Matteo speaks.
"It's the basic truth of the human condition that everyone lies. The only variable is about what." He smiles but suddenly his face turns stone and serious "why in hells name would I give the devil incarnations an angel".
"We love her, she's ours and if you don't give her to us we will gut you like a fish a-"
"There is not a thin line between love and obsession. There is , in fact , a Great Wall of China with armed sentries posted every twenty feet between love and obsession care to take a guess at witch side you stand" he leaned forward knowing he had the high ground that was until a crash sounded a large metallic crash through the side of a seemingly ordinary cupboard door and his face drained of colour.
"Get out" he said quickly his eyes firm on the ground. "Get out, get out, get out" his voice raised from a whisper as he pushed the intercom button "our guests are ready to leave" he smiled but it was scared, he was fearful and that made me curious "it's been a pleasure gentlemen ha" he laughed nervously buttoning his suit jacket and ushering us backwards.
Another crash, and another the louder they grew the more fearful he becomes.
Suddenly a horrible cash came barrelling through the other side of the wall and Jason started running ripping open the door not caring about our presence.
"What the fuck just happened" Gwaine whispered dumbfounded. Peering round the corner our blood began to boil as our breathing came ragged and all we saw once more was red. Upon the floor our angle lead in the arms of the mad hatter.
In three strides I had ripped her from from his grasp throwing her over joy shoulder and smacking her ass tightly spinning round with a smile upon my face no longer caring about the last possessive thought we had found her we had saved her.
Grabbing her from my shoulder Matteo pulled her into his chest hugging her tightly and inhaling her scent as if he needed it to breath. Wich admittedly he did in a way that pomegranate and coffee scent gave us stability.
"We are never letting you out of our sight again angel".
—-Audreys POV—-
As I stood within the strangers arms his cologne overtaking me warmth filled in my chest and butterfly's erupted once more as I felt his gentle lips press to my forehead. Maybe he was my husband.
Then another pair of lips trailed down my neck fingers dancing along my exposed skin setting my skin alight and making my breath grow heavy. The feeling of bliss flowed through my veins as I tilted my head back upon instinct to the second body rubbing my thighs together ever so slightly to ease the butterfly's and unconsciously rubbing against the men as I did so. The laughed circling their hips along with mine forcing out a pornographic mine from me.
Then yet another set of hands began to trail up my thigh resting on the ripped fabric and one of the figures chuckled deeply at the sight before them. My thighs clenched together and my eyes shut with rosy cheeks. Did I get a concussion falling down those stairs or something.
"What the fuck" all three strangers growled one drawing a gun and putting a bullet straight through gatsby thigh causing him to fall down saying unrepeatable things in his thigh Russian accent. Suddenly I'm once more upon someone's shoulder as he smacks my ass yet again this time taking the time to circle the area after in a possessive touch.
Who the fucks shoulder am I on and where are they taking me would be the first question on my mind if not for that one voice screaming and clawing to be let out 'Food' it said.
But with the three walking sec gods who where walking towards the exit with lust covered eyes and guns in hand, I had no idea what to expect. But the throbbing in between my legs was growing as was the bulge in each of their pants as their quick pace caused us to draw closer and closer to privacy...
