51 - Candella

"He's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same."

― Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

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OLIVIA WOODS

I fell asleep nestled between their bodies, in the security of their arms.

I woke up with one less Creed.

Zavier and Ashton had me pressed between them. I was still naked. Xerxes was no where in sight.

I sat up, feeling the plug shift inside me.

Zavier grabbed my waist. Had he not even been sleeping? "Where are you going, kitten?"

"Xerxes," I whispered.

He nodded and then let go of me. I looked at Ashton. He was up, too. Neither of them even looked like they had slept.

I got off the bed, grabbing a shirt from the chair. We were back in my room. I walked out, aiming to go to Xerxes's room but I heard something else.

Piano?

I frowned, following the sound of piano which led me downstairs and then to the part of the mansion which had their offices. I walked deeper into the hallway, to the door which I had never been in.

I pressed my ear on the dark door. He was playing something slow. I had never heard it - I wasn't that interested in piano much, either. But something about the way he played intrigued me.

Then it stopped.

"Whos there?" His deep dark voice. He always spoke to me softly, rarely like this.

I contemplated running away. He was having personal time and I disturbed him. But before I could run back to the room, the door opened and a half- naked Xerxes stepped out. His hair was up in a ponytail and black-framed glasses were sitting on his nose.

He tilted his head. "Hey, baby." He kissed me. "What are you doing here?" "I...just wanted to see where you were," I mumbled. "What are you doing?"

"Something." He said, picked me up by the waist. I wrapped my legs around him. He wrapped his arms around me. He walked inside the room. It was dark with glass walls and in the center was a beautiful white piano.

He sat down on the piano bench with me secure in his arms. "Couldn't sleep?" I asked.

He shook his head. "I...play sometimes when I can't sleep."

"Oh," I whispered. "Seems like Ashton and Zavier can't sleep either." "They were up?"

I nodded.

His jaw clenched momentarily, eyes flashing but then it was gone. So much control over emotions.

"Are you not tired?" I asked.

He shook his head, tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear. "Don't want you to go, Little love," he muttered. "But I don't trust half of the people in the mafia right now. I don't know if it's safe here..." He sighed, pulling me closer to his chest. "I'll miss you."

I set my head on his shoulder. "I will miss you, too."

He sighed into my neck, making me shiver. "Mine, yes?" I nodded. "Yours."

I felt him smile. "My girl."

I closed my eyes. He ran his big hands up and down my back soothingly. My body was tired and red. Being close to them always made me feel better.

"I like you," I whispered to him. "I really freaking like you."

He chuckled. "I really freaking like you, too, little love. You have no idea." I smiled, snuggling closer.

. . .

XERXES CREED

I wanted to break the damn piano.

It wasn't mine. It used to be my mom's. I didn't even know why I had it here. It didn't do shit with trying to not lose my shit.

Having Olivia in my arms was making it better.

She was sleeping. She had fallen asleep after minutes of talking. It was always nice to talk to her. She didn't listen to me because she had to, she did because she genuinely wanted to. Not that I had let any woman I was with sexually speak to me much. They were gagged most of the time. And they liked it that way.

I took my glasses off. I used them rarely. Ashton had his glued on his nose. His eyesight was shit.

Like Olivia's.

Which reminded me... "Olivia."

She stirred in my arms. "Hm?" "Contacts."

She huffed. "No."

"Now."

"Nope."

I grabbed her hair, pulling her away from my shoulder. "I won't hesitate to put you in place even if your ass is bruised, little girl. Go and take your contacts out, yes?"

Her cheeks flushed, bottom lip rolling between her teeth. She nodded and got off my lap, turning to walk out of the room, giving me a good view of her barely covered ass and the hint of buttplug.

She looked over her shoulder, as if noticing me look at her. I winked. She walked away, a shy smile on her lips.

I sighed.

She fucked me up.

My phone rang and the spell broke.

I picked it up from the piano and attended. Harry calling in the middle of the night was not a good thing.

"I have my eyes on Alexi right now." I stood up, grabbing my shirt.

"He's with a girl." "Who?"

"Sources say her name is Rose Candella. Daughter to the owner of a book store in Riverhead."

I hummed. "They seem intimate?"

"They are standing in front of the bookstore right now with her pressed on the wall, so yes. Wait, Alexi is walking away now. She's alone, walking in the opposite direction."

"Put men beside Alexi, grab Candella." "Boss...she looks young."

"Grab her, Harry." I hung up.

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