Epilogue

epilogue

LORI

"Give me that mouth," Gabe grunts as he pistons inside my stretched hole on the cold kitchen counter. My chest is heaving with every harsh breath.

He can take it, easily. He knows I won't object, but he wants that sweet surrender from me. He needs to see how much I crave him. I tilt my head and pucker my lips, waiting for his mouth to touch mine. As I feel the light brush, my teeth sink into his lower lip, and I suck hard.

"Milk my cock, put that hole to good use, Little Wasp." Bez slaps my ass cheek and then grabs it hard, his palm right on the tattoo of the number five I had done two weeks ago for my boys' birthday. They have to take me doggie style at least once a day now, love fucking me with their eyes on their mark of possession.

Simply groaning his own pleasure into my ear, he shakes in my arms, hips jerking, his cockhead punching into me with every buck of his hips. I feel his cum shooting deep inside me, filling me so full I'll never be without him.

"Lori, mmm. Clench." It's Gabe's turn to spank me now while grinding his cock inside me. There is nothing hotter than hearing and feeling him losing his mind over me. Having this kind of power over someone like him, who always stays in control, feels headier than sniffing a new designer bag.

He calls the shots during sex most of the time, and maybe I like it this way. But I can make him shiver just by kissing him.

I'm well used every night, and the way my boys look at me when I grimace while sitting down nearly takes us right back to bed.

I can't believe I lived an entire lifetime before I met them. I can't even remember how it felt falling asleep without Gabe's arms around me—Bez is not a cuddler but I still love him for a hundred different reasons.

The scent of sex fills the room, making my head spin. The lean, muscular body on top of me seems to have been made for me, every valley, and curve aligns perfectly with my own.

He pulls out, and I already feel colder and lonelier for the loss. But since we have somewhere to be, I force my legs down from his hips, allowing his cock to slide free. A trickle of semen follows, slicking my thighs. I clench the muscles of my ass, trying to keep it inside, but more of his cum trickles out of me.

I shift my weight, then flatten my feet on top of the counter and reach between my legs, lifting my balls out of the way, exposing myself to him completely. I know how much Bez enjoys seeing me full of him, marked and owned. His chest rises and falls sharply, his fists grip my ankles. In a moment, he'll be hard again.

I'm that good.

His hair looks wildly tousled from my hands. His cheeks flushed, pecs and neck filled with bruises, and his eyes pure, melted silver.

I feel smug and loose, floating on a post-coital sea.

"How do I look?" I ask, tone a little sassy.

"Like mine," Bez whispers, spreading his cum over my inner thighs.

I hear Wednesday's little claws clicking on the floor. Gabe made her a small chicken coop on the balcony after installing a metal net to cover it all. He says he doesn't like her, especially when she steals his wallet or ruins his carpets, and they engage in long stare battles. I think they'll soon fall in love, though. Bez, of course, adores her.

My boys are like ice and fire, opposites who only gang up to make me do something.

I'll start my university course in September. Gabe and Bez forced me into it. They made a university scholarship fund for Spencer, the bloke that lived near my old apartment. He called Gabe, and in exchange for his help protecting Gabe's car, he asked for a job. Ballsy right?

He's a good kid, trying to change the cards that fate dealt him. Gabe told him no, but offered him the scholarship. Then my boyfriends decided that I should go too, full-time, and Gabe threatened not to give the scholarship to the boy unless I accept one as well.

Tosser. I didn't fall for it, not at first, but Bez's skilled mouth made me yield…fairly quickly. They also paid all my gran's medical bills. I'm grateful, I really am, but I still get mad when they tell me about a fact after it's done. Especially if it's about me.

"Are you still pouting about the bills I paid?" Gabe asks me, he's a mind reader now.

"Again the Paddington hard stare? It's never worked on me, Gabe."

He brushes with a finger the heart-shape engraving on the tiny urn pendant hanging from my necklace. We spread the rest of Gran's ashes in Lake Michigan from Uri's house a month ago. It was hard letting her go, but she'll never really leave me while I honor her memory.

I still can't go inside her house. A step at a time, right?

"Why do you always call me Gabe?" he suddenly asks.

"Isn't it your name?" I joke, sitting up to nip at his lower lip. The large glass door on the left lets the morning light shine brightly inside the living room. The sunrays hitting him from this angle give him a diaphanous, angelic appearance. He's magnificent, and it makes me want to do wicked, dirty things to him.

"Why don't I have a nickname like the others?" he insists, like a dog with a bone, or a hardheaded idiot that doesn't know when to kiss his boyfriend back.

"Oh, I have a few things I'd like to call you," I reply.

"Tell me." His lips curl slightly. Fucking hell! Yep, he does that now, but only when he wants something from me because he knows I can't resist his almost-smile.

"I… You've always been Gabe to me. Couldn't give you any other name," I try to explain. He's not even listening to me, looking for something inside his jeans pocket. I swear to God, if he pulls out his phone, I'll cut him.

"How about husband?" he says as he slips a beautiful ring on my finger. It has three stones, the center one is a diamond, emerald cut, the other two on each side are round and smaller. It's breathtaking.

"This ring was made from the blade of my most precious knife. The sharpest and deadliest," Gabe tells me as I'm trying to stop my heart from exploding out of my chest.

"The two rubies on the sides are Gabe and me." Bez squeezes my thigh.

"The diamond in the center is you. We remain near you and cherish you as you shine brightly. Our Lori," Gabe adds.

"You gave me a sandwich ring." My voice quivers. I gaze up at him, my eyes turn blurry as his confused face swims in front of me. "Does this mean you want me to live with you permanently?" I dumbly ask.

"You were never going to leave." He has a soft, fond look that I'm sure nobody has ever seen but me. His strong, muscular arm loops around my waist, his big hand resting possessively on the swell of my arse as he pulls me against him.

"I love you boys so much." I let out a wet laugh, never felt happier in my life.

"Is that a yes?"

"Crikey, yes!" I scream, kicking my legs out.

"Kiss us," Bez growls.

"And then marry us," Gabe orders. That almost-smile graces his lips, and then it expands, spreading across his face as he stares at me. Delight is in every feature of his face. I did this.

The world blurs around us. But Gabe remains in sharp detail. Blond hair falling across his forehead, light gray eyes with blue streaks, long straight nose, and wide shoulders.

"I want to ride you until you flatline," I whisper darkly, feeling his dick hardening against my thigh.

"Do you want our cock, Little Wasp?" Bez grunts, already lining the tip to my slick entrance.

"Always," I moan as he starts pushing.

"Let's celebrate our engagement," Gabe says, before giving a hard thrust.

Hours later, we enter the hospital and walk toward Meg's room. A month and a half has passed since that horrible night, and she's still in a coma. We started having family lunches here, after they moved her to a different wing—that has her family's name—Linda spends most of the time with her.

"Fuck no! I won't have a quick wedding like Michael or Ollie," I hiss at him.

"Yes, you will, Little Wasp, even if I have to carry you kicking and screaming to the City Hall, " he has the bloody courage to utter.

"They won't let us merry Lori if you do that," Gabe lets Bez know.

"Exactly, you fool! I want time to organize it. To choose my dress and have my bachelor party."

Bez snorts. "Like I'll let you have a bachelor party with naked strippers."

I sniff, already planning one of my petty revenges as Gabe says, "Let's talk about this later."

We enter the room. Everybody is here but Sari—he spends more and more time in his lab these days. They're already eating food from the takeaway containers. We might have arrived a tad late.

Meg looks the same, lying on the hospital bed. She has new white strands in her hair, but her skin is rosy and her face rested.

Nobody has spotted us since they're talking tosh about me and my boyfriends—fiancés. I look down at my ring, and my heart makes a little cartwheel inside my chest.

"Maybe they are the same blood type," Raph is saying, standing with Michael in his arms.

"Gabe can harvest his organs in time of need," Uri says almost boredly, looking out of the window.

"C-3PO don't need organs," Rami states while eating his cherry and vanilla sundae, sitting near Hunter. "He probably wants to turn Lori into a robotic gremlin."

"Like a mini Transformers?" Ollie asks from Rague's lap as he grunts with amusement.

"You have more microchips under your skin than all of us together," Linda comes to our defense. I think. The chips she is referring to are the ones that keep Rami in constant contact with Serena, his AI.

"I think Gabe-Pinocchio is evolving into a real boy. Haven't you seen him smiling?" Hunter asks, stuffing his mouth with three dumplings.

"Once," Rami lifts his index finger. "To Lori. Don't know how Gremlin did it. Maybe he has some kind of Voodoo power."

"If I did, you'd look like a strainer for all the needles I'd stab your doll with!" I snarl.

"Hey!" Linda leaves her chair near Meg's bed to hug us. She isn't angry we are late, which is not like her. What happened to Meg changed her. She's turned more tactile and cuddly. More silent. Her smiles are dimmed, but she tries to stay positive. We all do. "I'm so glad you're here. Hungry?"

"The sausage fest has started without us." I glare at the rest of them. "Are you dropping one in your boxers?" I ask Raph and his constipated-looking face.

"I don't wear boxers."

"Freeballing, naughty, naughty psycho Bully Boy," I taunt him as I plop right down in Gabe's lap. His long sexy fingers wrap around my waist, and he pulls me back against his chest as I grab the food container Linda hands me.His cock plumps up against my ass, and I wiggle against it. I can't wait until we are alone again. My body is done for today, but snuggling on the sofa as we watch a movie is one of my favorite things about living with them.

We start eating, with me feeding Bez. The Chinese food is good and the jokes continue.

"Did you upgrade his software last night?" Rami asks me about Gabe.

"He upgraded mine repeatedly. Wink, wink." He gags at my answer.

"We shouldn't be here having fun," Uri suddenly barks. "But out there looking for Phoenix!"

"We are doing that," Rami replies. "Serena is looking non-stop."

"We need to do more!"

"We stopped the drug from spreading in Chicago and took care of whoever was related to it," Raph says.

"You need to be patient." Sometimes Gabe can state the obvious.

"It's not enough!" Uri yells.

"Meg wouldn't want you to go crazy about it. She only ever wanted for you to feel happy," Linda interjects with a calming tone.

"Well, she isn't here. Not really," Uri replies, turning his back to all of us.

"Oh, but she is. I see her in all of you. I see her strength in Gabe and her clarity of mind in Bez, her big, soft heart in Sari. Rami has her persistence, Raph her objective point of view, Rague her resolution, and Michael her empathy. And you, Uri, you have her quick thinking." She stands up and places a hand on Uri's shoulder. "I miss her too."

"We all do," Michael whispers. I glance at her lying still, pleading with her to open her eyes. Her kids need her. But she remains still, like a beautiful princess waiting for her true love's kiss.

Uri nods and walks outside the room, sitting on one of the chairs in the corridor. Hands in his hair, elbows on his knees, looking…helpless. We put on a light front, but we all feel the same inside.

We eat in silence for a while until Ollie tells me, "I'm still waiting for you to say it."

"Say what?" I pretend ignorance.

"Lor, say it, or I'll sing to you." That's a real threat, Ollie's singing voice is glass-cracking and shatteringly terrible.

I huff loudly. "You were right," I grant him.

He raises his hands victoriously in the air. "God, it's petty of me. But it felt so good."

I smirk at him. "Right? Just like my fiancés' cock a few hours ago after he proposed." I raise my ring finger and show him the engagement ring.

"Fiancés?" Ollie repeats.

Rami gasps and then starts coughing, choking on his sundae's cherry. Hunter slaps his back, and the weaponized fruit flies out of his mouth, hitting Ollie's hand.

"Disgusting." Ollie grabs a tissue to clean his skin.

I laugh, followed by Rague, Linda, and Michael. I can't help it. I can't stop, because that was fucking bonkers.

"It is funny when it happens to someone else." Gabe raises his brow at Rami, who glowers at him.

"Tell your laptop to shut up!" His voice is raspy as he hisses at me. He accepts the water Hunter is handing him and keeps trying to turn us into ashes, glaring from the edge of his glass. There's no real menace in it, though.

"We should use it in the FUNS room as a torture technique. Spitting cherries." Michael chuckles at his own joke.

The congratulations arrive all at once. Linda and Michael ask about the ring, and Ollie even awws when I tell him about the three stones. So mushy!

"Pay up! Today is my day," Rague suddenly says, and grumbling and muttering, everybody tosses money on the table.

"This family and their bets!" Michael shakes his head, hitting his husband with an elbow—since he betted as well and lost.

Did they have a pool on our engagement? Why didn't they tell me? I would have bet and lost, never expected Gabe or Bez to propose ever.

I turn to Ollie. "Soooo, horrible bestie, will you be my maid of honor?"

"Maid of honor?" he repeats slowly.

"Best man, hit man…call it whatever you want." I wave my hand in the air.

"I'd be honored and a bit scared. Your bridezilla craziness is going to be horrific."

I flip him off and turn toward the door where Uri is hugging a very agitated Sari.

"Bet me," I whisper in Gabe's ear, pointing at Uri and Sari.

"What are the stakes?" he asks.

"They'll be together by the end of the year. If I'm right, you'll let us have casual Friday at work, with Mexican or Chinese food takeaways."

"You're always casual at work, and you already sent the email to everybody. They don't like it."

"No. They are scared shitless of you. So you need to assure them that it is fine!"

"If you're wrong, you'll stop your little revenges around the office. You'll come to me, and we'll find a solution."

"You mean your go-to response: you're fired!" I taunt him.

"We'll also have you as our submissive slave for an entire week," Bez replies.

Fuck! Having two fiancés has his pros and cons. But I'll never lose. I have a plan.

I nod, and we shake hands, but he doesn't let go of mine.

"You'll do that thing with your tongue on my dick later," Bez growls, biting my lips before giving me a breath-stealing kiss.

I'm crazy on the outside, they're deranged on the inside. Somehow, we are perfect for each other.

Rami's mocking voice reaches me. "Gabe is smiling again! Or is it gas? A stroke perhaps, lucky we are in a hospital. Grizzly, go fetch a doc."

"She was poisoned!" Sari's voice makes my head snap his way. "Meg! Somebody poisoned her."

"What?"

"Who?"

"How?"

"Tells us what you found out," Gabe tells him, as Michael goes to check a very pale Linda.

"The coma, the doctors couldn't understand the cause of it. Her lupus was manageable. Then a week ago, Ferdinand started feeling dizzy, weak, he even fainted. That's when I figured it out. A poison."

"Are you sure?" Raph asks.

"What kind of poison?" Hunter this time.

"Cyanide compounds can be absorbed through the skin when in a liquid state."

"A diagnosis is often difficult, but she has been suffering from a slow heart rate and low blood pressure and had some dizzy spells," Michael says.

"She did? I didn't know," Raph snarls.

"She didn't tell any of you because you're overprotective fools!" Sari sends a glare to all his brothers.

"Where was the poison?" I ask.

"Her garden."

"She doesn't let anybody touch it." Uri nods, an angry expression on his face.

"Not even me," Linda whispers.

"Ferdinand has been taking care of it since she's been here, and yesterday, he told me he was having the same symptoms."

"Is Ferdinand okay?" Rague's gruff voice has taken on an even lower register.

"Yes. Luckily, he exposed himself to the poison only for a short period. It was on the tools and even in the soil."

"Who could have that kind of access to it? The house has the best security system: Serena," Raph says.

"Serena, I want you to find anybody who has any connection with Meg's garden or any of her tools, plants, the soil. Check everything, the house footage going back to… When?" Rami asks Sari, with a deep frown on his face.

"Seeing the high percentage of cyanide I found in the sample, around six months."

Silence falls in the hospital bedroom. Then a scream filled with rage and anguish rises from Linda. Michael's sobs are silenced by Raph's chest as we are all enraged and shocked.

"She is a forensic psychiatrist. She must have a thousand people who want to kill her," Uri suggests.

"It has to be Phoenix. He's the only mastermind that could pull this off! Serena is impenetrable," Rami hisses.

"How about the guy with the white mask?" Ollie asks.

"It's not him," Uri states.

"He got to your house steps. Isn't your lake house impenetrable too?" Raph insists.

"And we know he's good at torturing. Bailey's physical condition proved that," I add.

"Leave it alone! It's not him!" Uri growls.

"How do you know?" Gabe questions Uri.

"What aren't you telling us?" Rague asks him.

"He's eight," Uri yells.

"Eight?" Is he…is he talking about the subject number the scientists gave them when they were imprisoned?

"There was no eight. Uri you were seven, the last one," Gabe confirms my thought.

"There was." He sighs.

"How do you know? Apart from me and Raph we were unaware of each other until we were found by Linda and Meg," Michael says.

A long silence envelopes the hospital room before Uri confesses, "Eight is my twin brother."

Bloody. Sodding. Hell.

THE END

OMG! Uri has a brother!? You know what that means, right?? To be continued….

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