Four or Dead by G O A

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Stefan does not deny it. With his dick-hard dick-in his right hand, he watched as Reyes and Alekos made a mess out of me by fucking me until I could not remember what day of the week it was. And I still don't know. His eyes turned black with lust each time I had an orgasm, and more than once, his hand got covered in his own cum. But not once did he touch me. It is better this way, as two men are already more than I can handle. But I would not mind having a friend. I wish things were different between Stefan and I

"T will come with you," Stefan lets Alekos know. "Mr. Hayashi's security is to be treated with maximum care."

Reyes puts a final pancake on the plate. "You are staying here with our Nena." Stefan huffs. Yeah, I am not happy with the idea either, so poo-hoo. "Her security should be our top priority, and until Carlos is out of the picture, we should not leave her alone, not for a single moment."

Good. Manipulating one at a time should be easy. Or so I hope

Stefan runs his fingers through his hair. "Why don't you stay with her?" he asks Reyes

"Because you need to put effort into fixing the bond as well," says Reyes, as if it is the most obvious thing in the world

"You are doing a great job so far," Stefan insists

Reyes tenses for a moment. "Being with Angel is a blessing I am not worthy of..."

Reyes is a psychopath, at least that's what I think, but I never thought..

Am I even supposed to be here listening to whatever he is about to say?

"T never thought I could love a woman, not after what Roxanne had put Alec and me through." He sounds angry. Who is Roxanne? Is Alec his brother? Reyes never told me his name, and I did not ask. "I don't want to be away from Angel, not even for one moment, but I need to take care of some things. Alec's death anniversary is this week, and it has been a while since I visited his tomb. I will stop by today."

Alec

The A and the guitar tattooed on his body are undoubtedly in Alec's memory. I wonder why Reyes didn't tell me when I asked about it

"Are you alright?" Alekos looks concerned. Stefan also

Reyes is quiet for a moment. "I will be. Once I destroy the facility and kill Azael." He picks up the plate with pancakes and turns around. His brows inch up when he sees me. A whistle of appreciation follows a moment later. "Damn, Nena! You are begging to be bent over and fucked."

Alekos and Stefan turn on their heels-one surprised, the other annoyed. "Just how long have you been listening to us talking?" Stefan asks. I shrug

"What did you use to dye your hair?" Reyes asks as he puts the plate in the middle of the table

I fight the urge to comb it with my fingers. "I found some hydrogen peroxide in a first aid kit. What do you think?"

Alekos brings the bacon and the eggs to the table. "That you are gorgeous," he says before kissing me. "I was starting to wonder what was taking you so long in the shower."

"Now you know." My gaze goes to Stefan. "I should have done this a long time ago. Right?" Not that I truly care about his opinion

It is the first time I've cut my hair so short-above my shoulders and changed the color. It fit me better than I thought

Stefan mumbles something under his breath, too low for me to hear, as he grabs his mug. "You are sitting in my chair," he grumbles

Alekos and Reyes put food on their plates

"Am I?" I smirk and stand. Playing mind games with them might not be the best idea, but I need to get out of the city. "Do you want the shirt,

too?"

Stefan narrows his eyes. "Keep it," he says before sitting in his chair, the mug still in his hands

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I plop my ass across his lap so I can see his face. "Don't mind if I do," I

flirt and wrap my fingers around his mug. I even smile when he doesn't let go of the mug, but I am sure it came out as a scowl

Stefan doesn't enjoy my attempts at 'seducing' him. In fact, he seemed on the verge of pushing me off of him. Would he do it? "What are you doing?" Stefan sneers

He finally lets me have the mug. Hurray for small victories. "Having a cup of coffee and some pancakes," I wink. Or blink, as I never flirted in my entire life. But coffee is worth making a fool out of me

Coffee has always been a weakness. The last one I had was on the day I ran away from home. The one Giselle brought me doesn't really count as one. I sigh happily and take a long sip. The moment the 'coffee' touches my tongue, I realize my mistake. Alekos and Reyes chuckle as I violently cough after I swallow. The alcohol burns my throat

"Whiskey on an empty stomach?" I complain

Stefan takes back the mug. "It helps with the memories of me finding Emily dead."

Grief can be a motherfucker

I eye the cups of coffee sitting on the counter, yearning for one. Alekos stands and brings me one. It surprises me. He is not the type of man to do something nice for anyone. Nonetheless, I accept the coffee and close my eyes, enjoying the taste for a few seconds

When I open my eyes, I notice the guys staring at me. I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. I am a simple person, and little things, like a cup of coffee, bring me joy. Or used too

"Does it always work?" I ask Stefan as he drinks what is left of the whiskey

As you reach the final pages, remember that 000005s.org is your destination for the complete story. Share the joy of reading with others and spread the word. The next chapter is just a visit away! "Sometimes," he replies a moment later

I run a finger over the edge of my mug. "Do you usually drink when you have to work?"

"It's too early for an interrogation," Stefan grumbles as he puts five pancakes on his plate

I grab the fork and knife before Stefan can, and after adding more maple syrup, I start to eat. Reyes tries to take the plate away from me, but I push it out of his reach

"Do you need to be cuffed?" Reyes snarls

I point the fork at him. "When we are in bed, I am into that. Especially when I am on top of you, and I am moaning 'Daddy' as I cum all over your dick." I didn't call him Daddy, but maybe I should. Reyes's eyes flash red. I continue with my mind game. After all, I learned from the best, "But when we are eating, I would prefer my hands to be free. A chair and a plate for me would also be nice. Sitting on your laps is not," I rub my ass over Stefan's crotch, gaining a hiss from him, "comfortable."

"You already know the rules," Alekos reminds me after a failed attempt to take the plate away from me. I hit his hand with the fork. Alekos yelps. "You are asking for it," he warns me

Maybe I shouldn't push my luck, but five days without torture made me fear them less

"T am your hellstar. Yes or no?" A little manipulation won't harm anyone

"You already know the answer," Alekos and Reyes say while Stefan remains quiet

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