Shattered Dreams (Boys of Bellerose, #3)(84)

Hannah steered the agent away, talking to her about… I don’t even know what. Angelo and I checked out all the rooms quietly, and I picked one with a little balcony and gorgeous natural light. It seemed like the right thing to have my own bedroom. That way I wasn’t playing favorites… right?

“Can I sleep here with you tonight, Bella?” Angelo asked, his hands finding my waist as my back found the wall. I moaned as his lips found mine, and I melted into his kisses for far longer than I should have.

“Uh-huh,” I replied in a breathy sigh when his lips moved to my neck and his hands slid under my shirt. “Definitely.”

Whoops, so much for not playing favorites.

“Hey! Ricci! Hands off my girl,” Rhett interrupted, giving Angelo a slightly rougher than playful shove and stealing me out from his embrace.

A flash of anger and frustration passed over Angel’s face, but it eased when I laughed. “My girl,” he growled, but with a lopsided grin to show he was joking. Sort of.

“Prickles!” Grayson bellowed from deeper into the house. “Come here! I’m making cocktails. You want Sex on the Beach?”

I grinned, letting Rhett lead me down the hallway to the kitchen. “I’m game,” I told Gray when we reached him. “But I’m not sure if sand will get places it shouldn’t be.”

“Don’t tempt me,” he rumbled with a heated glance.

“It’s too cold for the beach,” Rhett complained. “I’m not against the hot tub though. What do you say, Thorn? Cocktails in the hot tub? No clothes allowed.” He winked, and my belly fluttered with excitement.

“Angel, can I get your help on a song?” Jace asked, strolling through with a guitar in hand. He glanced my way with a pained expression, then disappeared in the direction of the recording studio.

Angelo gave me a long, conflicted and worried look, then followed Jace.

“Just the three of us, then,” Rhett purred with a sly grin. “Definitely no clothes.”

I arched a brow in question at Grayson, and he smiled back at me. “I’m game if you are, Prickles. Go warm up with Rhett; I’ll bring drinks shortly.”

Rhett didn’t need to be told twice, giving a whoop of excitement as he tossed me over his shoulder.





Two hours later, my fingers and toes were all wrinkled from soaking in the tub too long, and my whole body was boneless jelly as Grayson carried me up to my bedroom. I’d lost count of all the orgasms, but the guys had definitely been trying to prove a point and take advantage of Jace and Angelo being distracted with songwriting.

“That…” I groaned as Grayson set me down on the end of my bed, “was fucking awesome.”

He smirked. “Fucking is right. I don’t think I’ve ever had such a short refractory period in my life.”

I yawned, stretching the aching muscles of my back, then my stomach rumbled. “I’m starving. Do we have food in the fridge?”

“Fully stocked,” Gray confirmed. “Get dressed; I’ll go see what we can sort out for dinner.”

I did as I was told, pulling some sweats out of my suitcase and dressing quickly. Then I headed out to the kitchen, where I found Gray chatting with Angelo… who was elbows deep in cooking us dinner. The rich aroma of tomato and herbs made me groan, and I almost came again. Or maybe that was just jizz-drip from the hot tub session.

“Hannah stopped by while you were busy,” Angelo informed us. “Apparently the Madrid show got cancelled due to a plumbing issue at the venue. So we’re cleared to stay here another week if we want.”

My brows shot up, and happiness fizzed in my chest. “Yay!”

“Dinner is almost ready,” Angelo said. “Gray, go call Jace and Rhett so it doesn’t get cold.”

“Can do,” the big guy rumbled, slipping back out of the kitchen.

I circled around the counter to hug Angelo’s waist, and he kissed my hair.

“Jace played his new song for me,” he said quietly. “He’s got a lot of regrets.”

I swallowed the lump of emotion building in my throat. “I know. But he can’t just—”

My words cut short as the power to the whole house switched off suddenly, plunging us into darkness. I stiffened, and Angelo’s body tensed under my embrace. No alarms sounded for a perimeter breach, but would they work if the power was off? I had no clue.

“What…?” I whispered, but Angelo gave a me a squeeze that seemed to tell me to stay quiet.

A second later, a loud crash echoed through the house, followed by several more thumps and a hoarse male shout. The lights snapped back on, and Angelo shifted to push me behind him. Because we were no longer alone.

There in the kitchen, several heavyset men dressed in black held Jace, Rhett, and even Grayson, on their knees with hands bound at their backs. Guns were pressed to the backs of their heads and tape covered their mouths, but that didn’t stop the intensity of their glares.

The men holding my guys wore black ski masks, but there was something weirdly familiar about one of them. Just the color of his eyes, the shape of his brow, they sparked an disturbing note of familiarity.

“Well… this is uncomfortable,” Angelo said in a cool voice, still blocking me with his body. “I didn’t cook enough for guests.”