𝓯𝓵𝓸𝓻𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝓼𝓮𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓶𝓫𝓮𝓻 28𝓽𝓱, 𝓙𝓾𝓵𝓮𝓼

I jolted awake on a soft bed, its warmth lulling me back to sleep until a cool touch grazed my face, tracing gentle circles across my cheek.

"Hey, sweetheart," the voice was familiar. It was the man from the bakery. Startled, I scrambled to the other side of the bed, pressing myself into the corner of the room, hoping the distance would somehow shield me from him.

He watched me, unimpressed, a hint of annoyance flickering in his gaze. "We're not going to hurt you. All you need to do is listen to us," he said with a calmness that somehow made everything feel even more dangerous.

I clenched my fists, fighting to keep my voice steady. "I don't even know your name, let alone why you took me. I could've pretended like nothing happened," I stammered, my voice trembling as I tried to sound braver than I felt.

His jaw tightened, eyes narrowing as he stepped closer. "I'm Nico," he said, voice low and deliberate. "My brothers, Alexander and Cassian, and I took you with us for a reason. You saw something you shouldn't have seen. That makes you ours now" I couldn't speak, fear controlling my entire body by now.

"Jules," he said, and I flinched. How did he know my name? He tilted his head, a small smirk playing at the corner of his lips. "I need you to understand something," he continued, his voice barely above a whisper but laced with intensity.

"Your life is ours. Your mind, body, and soul—they belong to us. Only us. Now and always."

As Nico finished talking Alexander entered the room. He glanced at me, his face softer, though a glint of control hid behind his polished expression.

"Dinner's ready, darling. Let's get some food in that stomach, alright?" he said, as if this were all normal, as if we weren't worlds apart in what we wanted. I stayed where I was, rooted to the floor, but my lack of response seemed to test his patience. He sighed, striding over until I felt his steady arms lift me effortlessly, holding me close as he turned toward the door.

"Come on now," he murmured, his breath warm against my temple. "Don't make this harder on us."

I trembled, trapped in his grasp, but he only held me closer, carrying me down a grand hallway.

The walls were decorated with large paintings a mix of plants littered the hallway as well, I didn't want to admit it but this house was beautifully decorated.

''Hey birdie'' Cas or now Cassian's voice sounded trough the kitchen as we entered. Alexander sat down on one of the chairs by the ginormous dining table, keeping me tucked in on his lap. Cassian finished doing what he did before we came in, bringing a plate with food with him as he did. Setting it down in front of me and Alexander. Nico walked in as well sitting down next to us.

Alexander grabbed a spoonful of whatever it was on the plate before moving It towards my mouth. I moved my face away not wanting to participate in any of their stupid ideas of a relationship.

''come on darling, don't make me mad again'' his voice softly spoke in my ears, giving me the shivers all over again. I shook my head, I did not want to play a baby being fed by its fathers. I tried pushing me away, but his grip was to tight on me.

''Come on now darling, I can feed you now or well be stuck at this table till you accept the situation'' he held the spoon in front of my mouth again.

I took a mouthful, this seemed to please Alexander. I wouldn't be me if I wasn't angry at them, I spat the chewed food in his face.

Alexander's smile froze, his eyes narrowing as he wiped the spit-out food from his cheek, his grip on my waist tightening enough to make me wince. He let out a slow, controlled breath, his gaze darkening.

"You really shouldn't have done that, darling," he sounded angry. Cassian's eyebrows shot up, clearly surprised, while Nico's jaw tightened.

"Princess," Alexander said, his grip tightening on my chin, forcing me to look up at him. His fingers pressed firmly against the sides of my mouth, and before I could protest, Cassian was there, a spoonful of food ready in his hand.

Without hesitation, Alexander pried my mouth open, and Cassian slid the spoon between my lips. The taste hit my tongue, but before I could spit it out or turn away, Alexander's hand covered my mouth, his palm pressing firmly, leaving me no choice but to swallow.

"There we go," he murmured, his tone cool but his gaze steely. "See, it's easier when you don't fight us, Princess."

He didn't move his hand until he was sure I'd swallowed, keeping me pinned under his gaze the entire time.

This process went on till the plate was finished, but the gaze of Nico told me they weren't going to let me of the hook that easy

''Cas, portala su nella mia stanza, ha chiaramente bisogno di imparare una lezione'' He sternly said giving me a sly smirk, why did the bastards need to speak Italian each time.

Before I could say a word, Cassian was on his feet, lifting me off Alexander's lap with ease. He swung me over his shoulder, my stomach pressing uncomfortably against his strong frame. I squirmed, fighting against his hold.

"Let me go, you moron! This isn't right!" I protested, my fists beating against his back. In response, he landed a stinging slap on my backside, stopping me in my tracks.

"Keep quiet, princess," he warned, his tone devoid of the earlier softness, and I bit my lip, the fear becoming the better of me.