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As soon as we reached the aircraft, I helped Anya out of the car. The air strip on this island wasn't very elaborate but it served the purpose and I got one of my private jets landed here.
It was convenient after all. Who knew when I might need to take Anya and fly away.
Not going to lie, the thought crossed my mind more than once. But that would mean I would've to kill my brothers. Either I share Anya or they die.
There wasn't much of a third option. They would never stop creating ruckus in my life, not with the kind of information they had. Not really.
Killing them wasn't possible for me, they grew up to be leeches, sure. But they weren't always like that, once upon a time they were sweet little boys too.
No matter what, I couldn't get the memories of us being each other's rock in the toughest times of our lives out of my mind. Even if I wanted to kill them, which I did, I didn't have it in me to do that.
Don't get me wrong, I didn't have a moral compass. It's just that, three people that were deeply embedded in my soul, any harm that might come to them would eventually destroy me too. Anya and my leech like brothers.
Anya in her cute little denim dress, was brightened up with enthusiasm. How cute. Practically bouncing out of the car, she ran up to the aircraft like a child would run up to a toy store.
She's adorable, thinking that she had any fucking chance of making a successful escape.
Chuckling to myself, I followed her over excited ass to the aircraft, Brent, who stood by the entrance gave me a nod of acknowledgement. It was enough for me to know that every possible way that led to her freedom was severed properly.
Good, I didn't give him so much money for nothing.
Climbing the stairs, I saw Anya already seated by the window seat, looking way too hopeful for her own good.
“I never noticed my princess loved shopping that much,” I said before sitting beside her.
Startled by my voice, she looked at me with her eyes popped wide and her mouth slightly open. Gosh, so fucking pretty.
How I would love to have that mouth around my dick while those eyes stared back at my soul?
Fuck, not the time to get hard, William.
“I am just happy to get out of this place after so many days” She whispered back.
“Uh huh” I said as Brent entered the jet and took a seat ahead of us.
