Author's POV.
The triplets were baffled.
Absolutely and completely bewildered at Sofia's previous actions.
They thought that she would just go through her punishment for talking and giving her attention to another man beside them like a good girl and be taught a lesson not to talk to other men so animatedly.
But she turned things in her favor.
Teasing them and leaving them with hard-ons begging for her intoxicating touch, begging to be set free and be balls deep buried inside of her sweet tight cunt.
She had the trio warped her tiny fingers.
They knew that the second they saw her.
She had them intoxicated with her mere presence.
The trio were dominant, jealous and possessive men.
And always have been.
They didn't share women often nor did they sleep with the same woman twice because they didn't feel complete with any of their previous conquests.
They felt awkward when they first shared a girl but it started to feel natural and more acceptable to them with age and the women didn't exactly oppose being fucked by three men.
Three attractive, charismatic and successful men much less.
Everyone wanted to be them or be with them.
But Sofia Luna was the one.
She spiked indescribable feelings in them with a glance and they didn't want anyone near her. She had an energy and light so bright that it'd tempt others to steal.
A gem, she was.
Earlier, what pushed them over the edge was how they came into the boutique and found her laughing with another man while he shamelessly flirted with her. They saw the look in said man's eyes when he was looking at Sofia, he was ogling her like a schoolboy with a fucking crush.
And they didn't like one bit of it.
They quite showed their distaste towards him.
Seething and planning to turn Sofia's luscious ass a pretty shade of red for it and for leaving Camille's side because of unsafe it was even though they knew that their bodyguard was watching over her from a distance.
They just wanted to give her some sort of freedom and spend some girl time with Camille since she was the only person they could trust with Sofia.
Cami was a highly trained assassin and had been working along with the trio for 4 years.
It was supposed to be a temporary arrangement but then she met Dimitri and they immediately hit it off deciding to stick with the Alexeyev Mafia.
And she was happily engaged to Dimitri after two years of dating.
The trio couldn't help but envy the relationship that Dimi and Cami have.
It was shitty to think like that but they always wanted that kind of love their best friend had for his woman and how she unconditionally loved him too.
They wanted, no - needed Sofia to love and accept them too.
And hoping that they'd break through the walls she built up around her heart and let them in to forgive them for their selfishness.
Forgive them for capturing her.
But they knew that they couldn't ever leave her, the second that they saw her, her fate was sealed.
Yet, guilt was eating them up inside.
The trio wished they were normal people for a second just so they could give Sofia the time she needed.
To court her, go on dates with and make her fall in love with them willingly without having to abduct her to end up in this tough situation where she hated them.
They wished.
But what happened has happened there wasn't anything they can do about it.
Nothing at all.
But they swore to make her love them.
And swore to end the ones responsible for her scars and nightmares.
At any price.
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Sofia.
I stepped out of the shower with a huge bathrobe and a small towel around my hair drying it as I giggled at how pruny my fingers and toes were because of how long I took in the shower.
Peeking into the room noting that the trio was nowhere to be seen.
I thanked the gods above when I spotted the numerous shopping bags on the floor of the walk-in- closet and rummaged through them to find something comfortable to wear.
Happily sighing as I selected some lacy tan undergarments, a loose-fitting baby blue sweatshirt with matching sweatpants and fluffy Gumball socks that were the only thing I picked on the shopping trip.
Gumball was fucking awesome, mind you.
I looked through the bags to find the hairdryer that Camille had bought for me and I unwarped the device plugging it in to dry my hair completely and trying it in a bun.
After wearing the clothes, I sighed comfortably plopping on the bed and then, clasped my phone from the nightstand turning it on as I downloaded Spotify to play some music.
Save me by Noah Kahan was shuffled and played as I hummed to it, relaxing, my eyes closing shut at their accord.
I enjoyed the silence, being able just to be left with my thoughts, yet, at times even a person's thoughts could suffocate them.
Reminding them of what they went through, reminding them of what they locked up in the back of their head, and of what they were too scarred and scared to remember.
And my scars were deeply embedded into my brain and some littered my skin cueing me of the injustice I had suffered from every day when I was there.
The people that were supposed to be there for me, were indeed there but not in the way I had wanted and needed them to be.
My mom supposedly died when giving birth to me and I never got a chance to meet her.
My biological father was not in the picture either and for some odd reason that my half-brothers and stepfather didn't tell me. Cods know what they hid from me. They were so secretive.
Untrusting and cruel.
My brothers hated me, their father hated me and they showed me exactly how much they did.
They abused, tortured and beat me to a pulp for the most ridiculous absurd reasons, sometimes just for the fun of it.
He made sure to show his hatred and distaste towards me.
A mere child that didn't know what she did wrong to be treated that way and needed to be taken care of, nurtured and loved.
I hated that people got hurt because of me whenever they tried to help. I hated that I didn't have anyone to save me sooner.
But I thanked the gods every single day that I had escaped at the right time.
My stepfather was a well-known businessman to the outside world but nobody actually knew what or who he truly was nor did anyone know what kind of power he truly possessed and how much control he had over many things.
He was the Don of one of the biggest mafias more specifically the American mafia Don but he might have given his title to one of my stepbrothers in the last two years.
And I had a good guess on which one of his sons he picked.
Maximus.
The cruelest one of them, he was the one that inflicted the most agonizing mental torture on me. He reveled in seeing people struggle and beg at his feet for mercy.
But he didn't give them any.
He just liked to see people in pain whilst he got a kick out of it.
Sadistic bastard fed on the innocent.
The other three weren't as bad as he was but their indifference and turning their backs on me still hurt. I didn't expect them to stop my abuse or anything, no, that wasn't the case.
There were times when I begged for them to kill me and end my suffering but I received nothing but a mocking laugh and 'we're not done with you yet' from him and them.
But it turned out that they saw that they had some use for me and wanted to force me to marry one of their business partners to strengthen their alliance.
As if the torture and harsh training weren't enough.
They wanted to sell me off to some monster to have more power and more indulgence in the crime world and have even more control over the Underworld.
I felt a wave of tears well up in my eyes.
Turning off my phone wanting nothing but to call Carter and talk to him but I seemed to not remember his number and I didn't know ho the trio would react if I did call him.
He was the only person I could trust and vent to and was always there for me. I considered him a brother without even knowing him for more than 2 years.
I wasn't not afraid of the trio-- okay, maybe I was, a little bit but I didn't care. I was just afraid they would do something if I contacted him.
And I didn't think I'd be able to bare the guilt that would follow at them hurting anyone because of me.
Putting the phone on the nightstand. I got up to organize the clothes in the closet distracting me from having a pity party by myself in their room.