It’s only then she starts to writhe against us, impatiently and silently begging for more. “That’s it, Sweetheart,” I mutter against her mouth. “Take both our cocks like a good girl,” I grunt, slowly starting to move a little faster, making both her and Ezra curse. I flick my eyes over my shoulder to my President as I ask, “Enjoying the show?” He is still stroking his cock, only now his movements are more rushed and forceful, matching every thrust we give her.

  My question causes him to flick his eyes to mine, a predatory grin on his face as he drags his stare over the three of us until he purrs, “More than you could ever imagine.” His voice makes Rebecca look towards him, and when their eyes lock he smiles even wider as he adds, “My wife looks good with two cocks in her cunt.”

  Another moan slips from her mouth at his words and she stares at him continuously, as Ezra and I continue to slowly fuck her pussy at the same time. “They feel so fucking good inside of me, Aiden,” she gasps out, letting us abuse her tight hole with every thick inch we have while moaning his name. “I feel so tight and full, but I need more, I need you.”

  Her words have both Ezra and I fucking her a little harder, desperate to fulfill every last need she has. Fuck, she is perfect, spread out between us like this. Sharing someone has never felt so fucking good, and when I hear movement behind me, I know my President must finally agree. I mean, Ezra hasn’t stopped bragging about how he pushed him to the edge, but still this is different. Yes she belongs to all of us, but Aiden tends to stick to having her one on one, just like that night. He didn’t care that we were watching, he wanted us to see how he owned her, but for this to work it has to be different.

  Just because he accidentally licked Ezra’s cock doesn’t mean anything, he still took her from him when he was done and had his turn. Yet he approaches her now with both our cocks deep inside our cunt, and no way for him to reach her ass, so it leaves him with only one choice.

  When he reaches our side she looks up at him and licks her lips, her throat dry as she chokes out, “I want to taste you.” The smile on his face only widens at her words and it makes something deep inside my chest ache, to see him happy, to see him in love, to see him finally have everything he wanted. I’m sure it’s a new feeling for all of us, happiness is something we never thought we would be destined for, yet here we are.

  Ezra palms her tits again fully, rolling her nipples between his fingers as he cocks his head to the side to look at our brother. “Wanna taste my dick again, Prez?” He teases, rolling his hips and making it hard for me not to come instantly. They both feel so fucking good.

  Aiden doesn’t tear his stare away from our girl as he grabs her chin and replies to Ezra, “You better shut your mouth before I shove my dick into it.” Then he shoves his thumb into Rebecca’s mouth and demands, “Open up, wife.” Her lips part and he swipes the pad of his thumb across her waiting tongue. “Is this what you want?” He asks, and she shakes her head, mouth closing around him, as he allows her to suck on it. Then he abruptly pulls it out and pushes the tip of his cock against her instead, spreading his pre-cum across her lips. “No, my dirty little slut wants another cock filling her up, doesn’t she?”

  I feel her cunt tighten at his words, her nails digging into my skin even harder than before to the point it makes my entire body shiver. “Yes,” she chokes out. “Please, god yes.” She continues to writhe between me and Ezra, and I can’t help but admire the firm length of my President’s cock as he presses the tip against the center of her mouth.

  “Then open your mouth and suck,” he commands, and she obeys instantly, taking his cock into her mouth with ease, and I groan at the sight. Her tongue sweeping lush flicks over his length as he pushes deeper. I know from experience how hot and wet her mouth is, and if I wasn’t deep inside her cunt, I’d probably be jealous, but the feeling of my cock rubbing inside her alongside Ezra’s, is something I can’t even describe.

  Aiden fists her hair, tipping her chin up, forcing her head back to Ezra’s shoulder as he pushes even further, and I can tell he is fighting the urge to ram to the back of her throat completely. “Fuck, look at you, Princess, taking our three cocks like you were fucking made for it.”

  Her eyes start to roll back as Ezra sinks his teeth into the side of her throat. “She was made for it, her cunt has always been desperate for us, hasn’t it, Love?” His question doesn’t need an answer, we feel the response in the way her pussy tightens around both our cocks, and in the gag she lets out as Aiden finds the back of her throat.

  Rebecca O’Sullivan is a fucking Queen sent to put us all on our knees, and as I ram into her greedy cunt alongside my husband’s dick, I feel grateful she deemed me fit enough to be put there. The only sounds in the room are the wet slaps of our cocks entering her, mixed with our grunts and her moans, as our bodies turn slick with sweat.

  We fuck her endlessly, ruthlessly, and wildly. Not stopping until her entire body starts convulsing, her gagged screams getting louder and louder. Aiden’s restraint snaps first, as he fucks her throat like the vile and vicious villain everyone knows him to be, and not the man who has finally got his Queen. When he finds his release, he draws back, jerking himself a couple of times until he unloads hot ropes of cum across her face and tits, a sight that makes my own restraint disappear as I start fucking her hard and fast.

  The sight of her covered in cum and blood undoing me so completely that I know this is a wedding night I will never fucking forget. Yet when I lean forward to clean up her chest, it’s Ezra that explodes first. “Fuck, Kill,” he groans, watching me lap up Aiden’s cum, as his hips start to snap rapidly against her until he comes with her name on his lips.

  I don’t let him fall apart just for her though, no, I lean in close, gripping his chin with my bloodied hand and forcing his mouth open. Then take delight in watching his eyes widen as I spit Aiden’s release onto his tongue and watch him swallow it greedily.

  It’s that action and feeling his release flood her, drowning my cock as she tightens around us, that has me going off without warning, Slamming into her abused, drenched hole a few more times before my own cum joins his. Her body continues to shake between us as she finds hers, and when she throws back her head once more, closing her eyes to lose herself to the pleasure, Aiden reaches out and squeezes her throat. “Eyes on us when you come for us, wife.”

  Her eyes fly open, meeting his gaze first before dropping to mine as Ezra groans, “God, you are never going to stop saying that are you.” His joke isn’t lost on me, I can hear the possessive lilt in my brother’s tone, but I can’t tear my eyes away from her as she slowly comes down from her high and goes limp between us.

  This is what I wanted, what I always wanted, her, him, them, and now I have it. So completely and fully, that if anyone ever tries to take it from me I will fight for it and kill for it without regret. I will end Carter Fitzgerald if it's the last thing I ever do.

  As wedding nights go, I think getting railed by three hot bikers at the same time is probably top tier. I lay awake for hours after, despite being exhausted from the way they fucked me, that even the hot shower we took turns sharing did nothing to ease me into a slumber. No, all I could do was lay between them and stare at the black band around my ring finger, the three men in bed beside me, and the three letters now carved into my skin for eternity. Forever, I am now tied to them forever, and that means that no matter what happens, I will always have a piece of them with me. I will always own part of them in a way they have always owned me, and nothing can change that, not even Carter Fitzgerald.

  The sun is rising now, shining through the curtains and casting them all in an early morning glow. One that makes me wish we could stay here in this wedded bliss bubble forever, but I know what’s waiting for us out there, and it’s not something we can ignore. Not just because I am the one Carter truly wants, and he won’t stop until he gets me again, or is dead, but because the Crows have taken on this threat too, and as the President, Aiden won’t stop until it is dealt with.

  It makes me miss my dad, and appreciate the burden he carried for us all. He made it look simple, easy, yet now I see how much he hid from me to keep me protected, and I wish he was here so I could thank him. Although he probably wouldn't approve of my recent activities, especially not last night’s, the thought makes my chest ache. It’s only then that I remember the letter he left in the safety deposit box, one I have yet to read because I was too scared of what it would say, but at this point, what could it hurt?

  I slip out of bed silently, ensuring not to wake the guys as I dig around and find some clothes to put on. Then I leave the room and go in search of the envelope I brought back from town with me. Of course I find it right where I left it, and when I pick it up I find myself hesitating. Wondering what he could have possibly put in here that he felt he had to keep away from me until he was gone. I guess there is only one way to find out. I dig inside and pull out the smaller envelope with my name scrawled across the front, then I flip it over and rip open the untouched seal.

  I take a deep breath and then I let myself read.

  Dear Rebecca,

  Today I will go to war for you. Something I should have done a long time ago but I was scared.

  I know what I have to do. I know what deal I made, what the consequences could be, especially when I have only just got you back, but it’s a risk I am willing to take.

  For myself, for my club, and for my daughter.

  I hate that I have to write this, and if you are actually reading this letter then it probably means I am no longer here with you, and for that I’m sorry. I always knew I wouldn’t live a long life, but from the moment I laid eyes on you, I knew I would do everything in my power to try. You’ll never know how sorry I am that I failed.

  I picked this lifestyle before you were ever born and if I could have walked away from it, I would have.

  I should have.

  But know this - nothing means more to me than you do. Not the club, not the guys, nothing. You are my shining light in a world of darkness.

  I have many regrets in my life but my main one was not protecting you more. It’s why I tried so hard to keep you away from this club, this life, because I knew if I let you in that there would be people out there who would try and use you to get to me. To hurt me in the only way they could. It’s only now I realize what a mistake that was.

  I shouldn’t have kept pushing you away, I should have held onto you as tightly as I could and reminded you every day how special you are to me. There wasn’t a day that went by when you were with that cunt that I didn’t regret every mistake I had ever made, because somehow they led you to him.

  When he took you everything fell apart. I had nothing, no one, and you were gone for so long that I lost all hope in ever seeing you again. I was in a dark place for a long time, and when that crazy little blond turned up and broke into the clubhouse with a bomb, I thought this is it, this is the penance I deserve for letting you go and karma was finally going to grant it to me.

  Yet instead of karma she brought me hope. For the first time in a long time I could see the possibility of you coming back home, and the night she rammed through the gates and you stepped out of her car, I felt like I was having a damn heart attack.

  You were home, my baby girl was finally home.

  Except you weren’t my baby girl anymore. You’d changed, he’d changed you, and I couldn’t bear the thought of what he had done to you. I tried to be there for you, for us to be close again, but it’s like the daughter he took was gone and in her place was someone completely new. Someone who had fought and suffered, and seen more evil that I would wish on my worst enemy, and there was nothing I could do to help you.

  There were so many things left undone and unsaid, and secrets I should have told you, but for the first time in my life I felt completely and utterly helpless. I know I fucked up, and that this letter can’t erase my mistakes, but hopefully there are at least two I can make up for.

  First, you should know that Mitch is your half-brother. I didn’t know I had fathered him until he turned eighteen and sought me out, and by that point you were just turning into an unruly teen who demanded all of my attention. I gave him a place in the club and told him when the time was right that I would give him a place at my side. We agreed to wait until you turned eighteen to tell you, but then you were taken and everything changed. I couldn’t claim him as my own flesh and blood when my baby girl wasn’t there, and I thought he would understand, but after a while I saw a change in him.

  I should have warned you, and the club, but I thought I could handle it, but now I might not be around to do it. So know this, Mitch has had it tough, he struggles with his emotions and doesn’t understand love in the same way we do, so please keep an eye on him. He might be my son, my blood, but you are my lifeline, and you should know by now after everything you have been through that you can’t trust anyone.

  All I can hope for now is that you find happiness and protection with the three men you love.

  Yes I know about them.

  I’ve known about them since the day you climbed over the fence and saw them for the first time. I saw how you looked at them, and it wasn’t exactly a coincidence that you started coming around a lot more after that. You followed them everywhere, annoyed them into becoming your friend, and it was so obvious to me you wanted more, yet finding you in their bed the morning after your birthday was like a knife to my heart.

  You might not know this, but from the second they met you I saw a change in them. They are like sons to me and when you turned up they went from boys to men, and it was hard for me. To watch them befriend you, protect you, fall in love with you, because as much as I love them, you’re still my baby girl. And those assholes had such a hard time with their feelings that they kept fucking things up, not that you noticed, you were too in love with them, but I noticed.

  I watched them, every day I watched them, and I knew that if I wanted them to step up and be completely worthy of you that they had to try harder. You were too young and none of you knew what it meant to belong to each other, you needed time. I just never imagined warning them away would hurt you as much as it did, and never in a million years did I think it would lead you to the hands of the Mayor, and I will never be able to make up for that, but hopefully after today he won’t be able to hurt you anymore.

  And as for them… well I hope the three of them pull their heads out of their asses and realize that the four of you were always meant to be. I have no doubt in my mind that you will be able to convince them of that, and I wish I could be here to support you all and give you my blessing.

  I love you forever and I will miss you always

  Love Dad

  PS - You turn calm into chaos Rebecca - never forget what a gift that is!

  The words blur together as I read and reread the letter multiple times, until I can no longer see them. The date is scrawled across the top and it’s a date I could never forget, because it’s the date he died. He wrote this letter the morning of the day he was killed because he knew, he knew that there was a chance he wouldn’t make it back to me, and he didn’t want to leave without saying everything he needed to.

  I clutch the letter in my hands and press it to my chest in the hopes of erasing the ache inside of me. He’s gone, my dad is gone and he’s never coming back, and he loved me. He loved me so much that he died for me, and I know I should be grateful, but instead I just feel guilty. Guilty for being alive, guilty for being in love, guilty for being happy, because he’s dead and gone and will never be able to feel anything ever again.

  We will never be able to talk to each other again, I won’t be able to go to him for advice, or just ask him how his day was. If anything good happens I won’t be able to share it with him, and if anything bad happens I won’t be able to go to him for support. I got married yesterday and he missed it, and it won’t be the only thing in my life he will miss. He’ll miss birthdays, and Christmas, he’ll miss club parties, and family Sundays, and if I have kids someday he will miss that too. He will miss everything, all the big moments in my life, and every little moment in-between, and even though Carter didn’t kill him, he is still the reason he is gone. He is the reason I am so broken, he is the reason my dad is dead, he is the reason for so many deaths and scars that the number only grows, and it will keep growing until somebody stops him.

  I have to stop him.

  My tears won’t bring my dad back to me, and they won’t stop Carter from coming after me either. Carter taught me to be passive, to obey and submit, and to not disrespect him, but what he doesn’t know is that every single one of his lessons changed me. They shaped me into who I am, and there is no going back. I can’t change the past, but I can change my future.

  There will be no submitting, no obeying, and no fucking Mrs Fitzgerald. I am Rebecca O’Sullivan. The daughter of a Crow, the wife of a Crow, and I won’t ever drop to my knees for him again.

  I turn calm into chaos and it’s time he found out exactly what that means.

  With the guys still asleep, I move over to the box Elle King gave me and pull everything out and lay it on the table. Then I grab the files on the Mayor and lay those out too. To finish this I need to come up with a plan, one that Aiden already put into motion yesterday, but it’s me who is going to decide how it ends. I reach up and rub my thumb against the small scar on my inner arm, not feeling any difference between what Carter put there to what Aiden replaced it with. I still feel just as trapped, just as in danger, and the only way to escape that is to kill Carter, and this time I will make sure he is really dead.

 

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