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by
Eva Ashwood
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September 26 - September 27, 2025
“What are you… I don’t care about tha...
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I worry about these men, even though I’m not sure I should.
I have a bottle of liquor. Specifically whiskey, and even more specifically, the same kind that we drank the night Ransom and Malice fucked me.
He looks at the label and then back to me, and something passes over his face. Something that makes me pretty sure he understands the significance of me having this.
“Do you ever wish you had a life where you didn’t get hurt so often?”
“Nah. I don’t know how I’d function if I had a quiet life like that. How the hell would I know I was alive if I didn’t brush up against death every once in a while?”
“Don’t die, okay?” I murmur, almost too soft to hear.
“Why? Why don’t you want me to die?”
“Solnyshka.”
“What?” I ask. “Stay.”
He always sees too much. He sees everything I try to hide from the world.
I like that you have a big heart. I think it’s one of the best things about you.”
“Fuck, angel,” I murmur. “I missed you.” “You’ve still seen me,” she whispers back. “Since I left.” “Yeah, but not enough. I missed you. Missed this.”
“Fuck,” I groan. “You’re so wet. I missed this too, pretty girl.” I missed every-fucking-thing about her. And now I’m gonna show her just how much.
These men make me hungry in a way I never was before, like they’re an addiction I just can’t quit.
“Fuck. You have no idea what you do to me, angel.” “I think I’m getting an idea,” I whisper.
“You have no idea how many times I’ve jerked off to memories of you,” he groans. “But nothing… nothing could ever compare to the real thing.”
“Are you close?” he asks, his voice low. “Are you on the edge right now? I want to see it. I wanna see you fall apart for me. Fuck, I missed making you come, angel.”
“Let him watch,” Ransom murmurs. “You know Vic doesn’t always like to be touched, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t want you.”
“You feel so fucking good, angel. I want to be buried balls deep in you all the fucking time.”
“Of course, angel.” Ransom smiles. “Thank you for opening the door when we came knocking
tonight. You didn’t have to do that, but it means a hell of a lot that you did.”
Before I’m all the way asleep, my phone buzzes in my pocket. I pull it out to see a text, blinking at it blearily.
It’s from Vic, and it’s just two words. VICTOR: You’re beautiful.
“We didn’t have to rush out of Willow’s place, you know. We could have hung around a little longer.”
“She didn’t
want us there,”
“Or at least, she didn’t want me there. She’s made that perfectly fucking clear multiple times. She doesn’t w...
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“Yeah, that’s definitely why she spent the whole night sleeping by your side. Because s...
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“Well, I guess it’s safe to say that X is more pissed off than we thought about us not delivering Willow to him as a virgin. Now he’s just fucking with us. Getting us to do jobs that are either designed to kill us or to be so dangerous that we’ll be lucky to get out alive.”
It was different when she was here, living under our roof, and we could keep an eye on her and make sure she was safe. But now she’s out there living her own life, doing her own shit, and we can’t protect her the same way. I fucking hate that.
ME: Did you like watching us last night?
VICTOR: Yes.
Rising from the bed, I go over to the drawer where I stashed the cameras I took down before. Carefully, I put them back up in my bedroom, making sure they have good angles to see the bed. Then I turn them on.
VICTOR: What are you doing?
“Can you hear me?”
VICTOR: Yes.
“You’ve watched me with your brothers twice now,”
“This time… I want the show to be just for you.”
VICTOR: You don’t have to.
“I know.” I nod, taking a deep breath. “But I want to.”
“I want to hear your voice, Vic,” I whisper. “Not just read your texts. Will you call me?”
This is for me. Just me and Willow and no one else. She’s so perfect.
“Touch your scars,”
“Beautiful,” I murmur. “Such beautiful chaos. Like a butterfly.”
“Is this what you like?” “Yes,” I reply instantly. “No one has ever liked my scars,”
“The best I’ve ever hoped for is for people to look past them.”
“I don’t want to look past them.” I shake my head, even though she can’t see it. “I like them. I like seeing you like this.” “I’ve never done this for anyone before,” she admits. “No one but you.”
“Keep going,”
“I can’t,”
