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  Table of Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Seven Days

  Six Zeros

  Stevie J. Cole

  LP Lovell

  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Seven Days

  1

  Jolting awake, I drag a stilted breath into my lungs. I can't quite grasp onto the memory of the dream, only the sense of horror that lingers in its wake. Images flit through my mind, fighting and clawing their way through a thick fog that makes my head ache. A gun. Blood. My shaking finger pulling the trigger. Bam. I'm a monster.

  The thought sends my heart into a sprint and a shiver works over my body as a sick feeling settles in my gut. I can't breathe properly and my body trembles at the realization of what I did—what I've become. A hand glides over my naked back and I glance over my shoulder at Tobias. The dim gray light of the early morning outlines his beautiful form. He lies on the bed—his hair messy and his eyes still closed as his fingers rub soothing circles over my skin.

  "Come here, little lamb," he whispers, that bite of command still in his voice despite his groggy state.

  I want to hate him for turning me into this, but I know it isn't him. It's me. My shame, my hatred, it's all my own. And if I'm honest with myself, I can't hate Tobias because as I think of that moment, the exact second I pulled that trigger, I remember feeling justified. With that knowledge comes a small sense of calm. I might be wrong and awful, but maybe, just maybe if I can convince myself that it was right, that I was doing a good thing, then this will be okay. I will be okay.

  I get control of my hammering heart and then I lay down, placing my cheek against Tobias' warm chest. His arm comes around me and he rests his hand on the dip of my waist. The hot skin of his body presses against mine and I feel exposed. Vulnerable and beautiful at the same time. I cling to him, pressing my hand to his stomach and nuzzling into his broad chest. A little voice in the back of my head screams at me that I am wrong and broken and fucked up beyond measure for taking comfort in a man who made me shoot another, that I am terrible because the comfort I seek is to absolve me of such guilt. Round and round it goes, a poisonous snake eating its own tail endlessly, and when will it stop? That little voice is growing quieter by the day. Six days to win or lose. Six days to lose all sense of the girl I once thought I was. Only now, I'm not sure she ever really existed. My reality has become so distorted and blurred until this, Tobias and Preston are my reality. Superiority and power. Life and death. Dirty little games. That is my reality.

  The mattress shifts behind me and then the warm caress from Preston's body brushes against my back. They make me feel safe and wanted, cherished, and—dare I say—loved when I'm in their embrace. This is day six. How is it possible to feel as though you physically need someone simply to exist in just six days? Preston’s lips whisper over my back and his fingers glide over my hip before landing on Tobias' stomach. Tobias' abs roll and contract under my hand, his body slowly stirring to life under our combined touch. This right here is bliss. I don't need morals. I don't need guilt. I just need them, to feel nothing but their touch, their will, their rules in this twisted little game.

  I roll onto my back and Preston leans over me, that playful smile on his lips. "So pretty, sweet Ella." His lips brush over mine and the touch is almost sweet, a fleeting whisper. "So perfect."

  Tobias moves onto his elbow on the other side of me and grabs my chin roughly, dragging my gaze from Preston. I meet his deep green eyes, so full of dirty, sinful promises. His lips slam over mine, his kiss a raging contradiction to the one Preston just placed upon me. Brutal and rough, demanding and without apology, this is my Tobias. Fingers dance over my bare stomach and I tremble. Preston’s lips hit my neck, leaving hot, wet kisses on my skin. A hand slides between my legs as another grips my thigh, spreading my legs apart. Without warning, one of them thrusts their fingers inside me so hard that I gasp for breath. A deep, throaty laugh rumbles from Preston’s throat, and Tobias grabs a handful of his hair. I watch in fascination as their lips meet, their tongues lashing against each other in a display of complete masculine dominance. All the while those fingers are pressing deep inside me, rolling and twisting so perfectly. I'm burning up, writhing and squirming against the mattress because I want them. I always want them.

  Tobias breaks away from Preston and scoops me up, naked in his arms, and carries me toward the French doors that lead onto the patio. Preston walks ahead of us and pushes the curtains to the side. The bright morning sun spills inside the room. I stare at Tobias and he glances down at me with a smirk on his face when Preston pushes the door open. The sound of traffic, horns, people talking fills the air.

  "Little lamb," Tobias whispers into my ear, his heated breath sending goose bumps racing over my skin. "I like it when people can see."

  I glance over the railing at the bustling streets and my stomach flutters with excitement. Tobias places my feet on the ground and I stare over the railings, watching the people below on the street.

  "I want them to hear you come for me, Ella." Tobias trails a finger over my thigh and between my legs.

  "Come for us," Preston whispers as he steps behind me, pressing his naked body, his swelling cock, against my back. Preston kisses over my back, my shoulders, and then Tobias grabs Preston's face and yanks him over my shoulder, slamming his mouth over his. Fire burns through me as I watch them kiss.

  I grab onto Tobias before I sink to my knees and greedily suck him back into my throat.

  "Fuck, your mouth..." Tobias groans as he fists my hair.

  As soon as they break away from each other, Tobias shoves my mouth away from his cock and forces me onto all fours as he fists my hair again and moves my face toward Preston’s waiting dick. "Suck his cock, little lamb. Make him come in your mouth."

  Preston smiles down at me as I pull him to me, kissing the swollen tip of his dick and circling my tongue around its smooth ridges.

  Car horns blare. Jack hammers echo up between the concrete sky rises. "I'm going to fuck your wet pussy until you scream for me to stop," Tobias says before he slams balls deep inside me. The force shoves Preston's cock down my throat and I choke.

  "That's right, little lamb, choke on his cock."

  I moan. I claw at Preston's hips as Tobias drives into me with the most beautiful form of brutality I've ever experienced. Pain and pleasure. Hate and love. Submission and domination. It all swirls thick in the air, suffocating me.

  "Do you want to come in her mouth, or in her pussy, Preston?" Tobias asks, still fucking me from behind. I find myself silently begging for him to say my pussy. I want them both inside of me. Filling me. Fucking me. Owning me. Out here for everyone to see.

  "What do you want, sweet Ella?" Preston asks. I glance up at him, still sucking him back in my throat. He strokes a finger over my cheek. "What is it you want?"

  I don't say a word, I simply pull him from my mouth, reach around and grab Tobias' slick cock, pulling it out and shoving it against my ass. My eyes lock with Preston’s as Tobias' thick dick presses against my willing asshole. A slow smirk works over Preston's lips. "You are such a giver, aren't you?" he says. The next thing I know, I’m being pulled to my feet. Preston grabs my waist and Tobias helps him lift me. Preston leans against the side of the building in plain view of the city below. I wrap my legs around Preston's hips and his cock slides so effortlessly inside me. Deep and hard and perfect.

  "You got it so wet for me, Tobias," he says on a groan
and my heart flutters.

  Tobias palms my ass in his hands, sliding one finger over my hole before he sinks it inside. I love the way it feels to have him there, where no other man has ever been. It's dirty and wrong, but so very right with him. With them.

  Tobias rests his chin on my shoulder, his warm breath fanning over my neck as his finger plunges in and out of my ass in rhythm with Preston's cock. "Tell me you want me in your ass, Ella," he whispers.

  "I want you to fuck my ass, Tobias."

  He pulls his finger out and places his cock against me, the pressure growing with each second as he torturously forces his way inside. "And after," he groans when his entire cock finally slips in, "I'll fuck Preston in the ass."

  Preston's fingers dig into my hips as he fucks me hard. I can feel his cock and Tobias cock fighting for space, creating a blissful friction inside me that never will be matched.

  "Scream for us, little lamb," Tobias says, his pace picking up.

  "Come for us, sweet Ella," Preston adds.

  It's too much. Tobias and Preston and the city below. I moan and cry, bucking against them, riding both their dicks like a woman possessed. Tobias wraps his hand underneath my jaw, placing his face against my cheek as he sinks deep inside me. I hope his eyes are locked between my legs, watching Preston's thick dick glide in and out of me. "Look at the people down there, Ella," he whispers. "What do you think they are thinking?" He slams into me so hard I moan. "Do you think they want to be you? That they wish they had our cocks inside them like this?"

  "Tell us, sweet Ella," Preston says before he places his finger on my clit and pinches.

  That's too much. Heat shoots out like hot daggers through my skin and I moan, free falling into the bliss they create. "Scream for them, Ella," Tobias demands, his fingers digging into my jaw. "Scream for them so they know how good we feel inside you."

  "Fuck," I shout as both Tobias and Preston continue to relentlessly fuck me. "I...I..." I can't catch my breath, "Fuck..."

  Tobias laughs. "Louder."

  "Fuck," I moan, my voice echoing from the patio.

  Within seconds, Tobias goes rigid followed by Preston. They both groan and pant, their chins falling to their chests as I fall limp between them.

  "And now," Tobias says as he moves away from me. He pats the table and Preston drops me to my feet, walking me toward the table. I sit down and Preston grabs my ankles, spreading my legs apart as he stares up at me.

  "You look so beautiful," he says.

  Tobias walks behind him and leans over his shoulder, his eyes locked on my exposed pussy. "Doesn't she look perfect covered in our come, Preston?" He glances up at me and smirks before he wipes a single finger over me and slips it inside his mouth with a smile. "So good, little lamb. So good."

  Preston places his mouth over me and I flinch away. "Don't move again," he says with one brow lifted. I fight to stay still when his tongue flicks over my swollen clit again.

  Tobias' green eyes lock with mine as he fists his cock and grabs Preston's ass. With one hard thrust, he slams into him and Preston closes his eyes on a deep groan, the slow rumble vibrating over my sensitive pussy. I moan in return.

  Preston draws circles with his tongue and I'm already there again, clinging to the edge because I want to wait. I want to hold onto this lust induced trance, this deviant high that swirls around these two men. Preston fists his own cock, working over it hard as Tobias pounds into him. His tongue licks faster, harder to match each of Tobias' thrusts and then I feel the hot spurt of his come land on me, and I unravel. Something about the way they can degraded me all the while making me feel like a goddess leaves me undone in the most tragic of ways. I feel utterly used by them, desecrated and I thrive on it. I crave it. I long for it. They are my drug. My vice and all I want is to be theirs.

  A long groan rumbles from Tobias' chest. A deep grimace forms on Preston's face before Tobias stills. After Tobias pulls out, he steps beside me, running his fingers through my hair. "Out of the entire world, Ella, you are my only little lamb." And with that he leaves me and Preston both spent and naked on the balcony.

  2

  I step into the kitchen wearing the blouse and pencil skirt that Tobias instructed me to wear. No bra of course. Tobias and Preston both glance up at me, their gazes hungry and dark as they drag over my body.

  "Now, Tobias, why don't our secretaries look that good?" Preston smirks.

  A wry smile pulls at Tobias' lips before his gaze slowly drifts from me to the paper in front of him. "You'd never get any work done."

  Preston holds a cup of coffee out to me. His pale gray shirt is unbuttoned at the collar and his blond hair is pulled up in his usual messy bun. I'd say he was the light to Tobias' dark, but that would be a lie because everything about Preston is a lie. His beautiful face, his smile that leads you into such a false sense of security… At least Tobias looks dark and dangerous. Preston is the wolf in a Versace model’s clothing, and yet, I trust him. Yesterday when I cried, he held me, he put me back together. And then, when I felt as if there was nothing I could do, when I felt helpless, they put a gun in my hand. They made me a killer. I gave that young boy justice. I slaughtered a killer, and surely that's right? They knew what I needed more than I did. I just needed to let go. I needed to see that in the darkest of acts, there is light. I was right. I was just.

  I take the cup of coffee from Preston. Tobias normally leaves the kitchen after a few moments, as though he's above such trivial routines, but today he stays. And so, instead of sitting with Preston, I take the seat next to Tobias. Preston leans against the counter across from me, a knowing smile pulling at his lips. Clearing his throat, he rounds the breakfast island and brushes his hand over my waist.

  "Ah, how I will miss our morning coffee, sweet Ella." He kisses the side of my neck and I swallow hard. I look up and my gaze crashes into Tobias'. What does he mean by that? Are they leaving me? Did I lose? I thought that night on the bridge we made a deal, jump or stay with them forever. I want them forever. It may be stupid and twisted and wrong, but if I stay with them then none of that matters because this world, their world, is one in which the normal, the sane, the inferior....they do not apply. He said I'm his little lamb, but what if that's all part of the game?

  Preston leaves the room and Tobias reaches out, pressing a finger beneath my chin. "Always so many questions," he says, narrowing his eyes.

  "I..."

  "I can see them in your eyes, little lamb. After all, the eyes are the windows to the soul." He drags his thumb over my bottom lip, silencing me before he leans in close and kisses along my jaw. "And I will miss you, too..." He pushes up from the stool as a panic works over me. They're going to abandon me. How foolish of me to believe this could be anything other than a game. "Come now, little lamb,” he says. We have work to do."

  Day six. Who will they have me kill now? After all, isn't that the game. A nasty game of Russian Roulette where I am the loaded gun?

  * * *

  The entire ride to Tobias' offices, I'm thrumming with anxiety. I thought they wanted me, but what if this right here, my wanting them, what if that is the game? And I have done things, things that without them might seem awful and unforgivable. We're let out to the side of the building, and unlike the other times I've come here, we don't go in through the front, but instead we use a side entrance.

  By the time they lead me into their office, I feel sick.

  "Take a seat," Tobias says.

  Preston walks to a desk, grabs a large stack of files, and brings them to me, plopping them down on my lap. "Pick one." He smiles before giving Tobias a knowing glance.

  I thumb through the stack. On each tab is a woman's name. I open the first one: Melissa Thompson. Inside is a photo. A resume. And notes. Notes on what she likes. Where she eats. And circled in red ink the words: Family is dead. All alone. No job. No prospects.

  I swallow heavily, allowing my fingers to linger on the clean, white paper. Are these my replacements?

>   "Pick one," Tobias repeats impatiently. I hand Melissa's file to him, and I can't help it, I imagine what she will look like with her dark hair fisted in Tobias' hand, her lips parting as Preston makes her come. I swallow back the acidic bite of jealousy working its way up my throat. So, this is it then? I'm a toy to them, nothing more than amusement, and everything they say is a cheap lie.

  "You didn't even look at the rest." A displeased frown sets on Tobias' full lips.

  "You told me to pick.” I stand up, folding my arms over my chest. “I picked."

  Tobias cocks a sharp brow and shoves the file in my direction. "Pick. Look through each file and pick the woman you think is better than you."

  My temper spikes in reaction to his cruelty. I'm hurt and I'm angry. He's done awful things to me, but this feels like the worst.

  "They will all be better than me," I say through gritted teeth. They will, because they won't fall into this trap the way I have. They may play, they may win or lose, but they will not give their hearts to monsters, because who would do that? Only a truly lonely, desperate girl. Only me.

  Preston shakes his head and shoves his hands in his pockets, walking to stand beside Tobias with a sigh.

  "Wrong answer, little lamb." Tobias stares at me, his nostrils flaring. "Have we taught you nothing?"

  Preston places his hand on Tobias shoulder and whispers something in his ear. Tobias closes his eyes and tilts his head back. I watch his Adam's apple move as he swallows. When he drops his head again, his eyes flash open and he inhales. "Pick one, Ella."

  I angrily flip through several files until I find a blonde who looks like a cheerleader. "She looks nice. Gullible...stupid. It's always the cheerleader types who take it in the ass."

  Preston stifles a laugh, and Tobias yanks the file from my hand and throws it to the side of the room. "Another one."