Billionaires Assistant

by Raven White

  "He's an asshole. But continue, love." I felt my brother's anger rising, but he kept it quiet.

  "That part was easy, but what I didn't know is... his loan was not legal or with a financial institution. When I received the first letter, I thought that he was trying to scare me by playing that card so I would give him more money."

  She stopped talking and turned around looking at us. Tears were filling her eyes, and she was trying to keep her emotions in check.

  "They came last night, and..." She started sobbing, so both of us joined her and put her between us. She needed to cry. I looked at Dean; his anger and protective side were on high.

  "Now, love, you will tell us everything, and I mean everything. After, we will take care of you, and you will stay with us. It's not safe here. We will look into them and try a new plan," Dean told her with his alpha voice.

  She glanced at him and put her head on his chest. I stroked her cheek at the same time. "Tell us, love, what did they do?"

  She drew courage from us. "They came and threatened me. I told them that I didn't know where he was, and they should go after him instead of him. But they told me he left me as the guarantor and if he didn't..."

  "Continue, love." I wanted to encourage her to finish it.

  "If he didn't pay, I was left with a guarantee that they could do anything they want." She started sobbing again. Both of us tightened our embrace, but I was looking at Dean. I knew what would happen next. We needed to put our lawyer lives aside and go underground until this was solved.

  Nolan

  After the confrontation, I was able to do some work. Dean and I discussed this situation. It wasn't a place we wanted to be, but we needed to solve it. I left my office and headed to her desk.

  She wasn't there, so I began to search for the case that we had started. I had to do some research and see how everything was going with it. We were due in a couple of weeks to go to the courthouse, which meant a lot of work and overtime, but a lot of breaks too.

  I grinned just thinking about those breaks. Man, that woman was entirely perfect for us. I was drooling over her curves, perfect skin that I could run my tongue over all day, and tits and a pussy that I was dying for. And fuck if that didn't give me a hard-on each time. I was a starving man for her and her ambrosia taste.

  I started to look at her desk. Apparently, she wasn't here; maybe she was in the bathroom. A sound came from her computer. I decided to take a look. Since we knew that people wanted to possibly hurt her to find her ex-boyfriend, I was a little more on edge right now.

  You bitch, you need to pay us. He told us you were the one that needed the money not him. If we don't receive it today, you get hurt. I can guarantee that. Give us what you owe us and now.

  We are watching you, we know where you live, where you work. Excellent work, by the way. I hope you spread your legs very wide for them. The way we see it, they pay very well, but you need to do something on the side.

  If you reconsider, you could be my fuck slave, and I can fuck, hurt and share you the same that they do, but at least you'd be more protected and pay your debts toward us.

  I didn't finish reading it, but I had a terrible feeling. We hadn't discussed how to solve this. We were too busy playing with her. I knew that Dean was working on something; being an ex-military gave him an advantage. He probably called his contact to find out more about them.

  We needed that threat to be out of our lives. Until then, she would come live with us. She should be permanently living with us. We wanted her to be with us twenty-four seven, always between us. My cell buzzed in my pocket. I took it out and looked at it.

  Dean sent me a text.

  Bro, I'm almost able to solve it. But you need to protect her, the threat is real, authentic. Her ex took out a number of loans all in her name.

  My blood froze. Where was she? I texted Dean back, saying that I was looking for her but she wasn't at her desk.

  I forwarded him the email that she'd just received. That may help him to solve it and to end it. The answer he gave me: find her, now.

  I sighed and started to head toward Suzie's desk, hoping she may know more or know where Leslie was going.

  "Suzie, got two minutes?"

  Both Jonathan and she turned around to look at me. "Hey, Nolan. Lost your assistant?" I may joke with him but now wasn't the time.

  "Not now, Jonathan. I need your assistant to answer me a few questions, but the first one is, where is she?"

  She looked at Jonathan and me. Her cheeks started to turn pink. "Answer him, love," Jonathan urged her.

  "I don't know much. But I think she found where he is and went to speak with him."

  "Shit! She can't do it alone."

  "You let her go, little pet?" Jonathan asked her, but we already knew the answer.

  "I tried to make her understand. But she's stubborn about this situation." Jonathan stared at her with his jaw tight. "You know, pet, that you will have to pay for this."

  "I'm don't belong to you or him. You made sure that I knew that." Suzie started arguing with Jonathan.

  "Where? Answer the question. I need to find her." I didn't have the time to listen to them arguing. Jonathan and Simon would have to deal with her. For now, I had to get my girl back to us.

  "At the old port, the science museum."

  I nodded and texted Dean back, and then I ran to my office and took my things. I rushed back outside. The old port wasn't very far from us, but at the same time, they had plenty of time to kidnap her and hurt her.

  By the answer from Dean, he had something. He was closer to her than me.

  Chapter Ten

  Dean

  After a little digging and help from my military friends, Nolan texted me with information that made me scared for her.

  I was sure that she didn't think she could be attacked by them. They were a nasty group, and I just wondered how deep her former boyfriend was in. Enough to make us worry about her and her safety.

  I was closer to her; one of the receptionists saw her leaving the building. She told her she would be back very soon, but by the way the receptionist explained it to me, she was very convinced that Leslie was frightened.

  Letting your emotions take control of the situation wasn't good. I started to run toward the direction they showed me, and I saw Leslie at the street corner before she had time to cross it. A van arrived in a flash and just stopped beside her, the side door opened, and I was able to see them.

  Fuck!

  I ran, with a few fellows that were behind me. I was on an adrenaline rush. One of my friends had a gun with a silencer and shot one of the tires, which made them stop, and they saw us. Luckily, I wasn't in my suit and was able to run faster without it. I saw one of the men--who I found out was part of the mafia--hit Leslie, and rage invaded me.

  He was my target. The rest of the team would follow my lead. I jumped on him, and he hit the other side of the van. He tried to punch me, but I dodged him. He was going to suffer.

  I gave him an uppercut to his chin, which put him off balance. That gave me the opportunity to put my weight on his chest, and I started to punch like a crazy man. I wanted him to pay. Both back doors and the other side door opened.

  "Freeze, nobody moves."

  I knew that wasn't for me, but for the rest of the group. I continued to punch him. My rage was my adrenaline. He was going to remember to never touch what belonged to me, to us.

  "Hey, stop." One of my friends grabbed me by the back to stop me.

  "I need to finish him," I screamed at them.

  "He is not worth it. You need to take care of your woman."

  Doc's words came like a blitz, and I looked around. Leslie was on the floor. Doc was the medic in the team, and he was attending to her. "She has been walloped. We need to go to the hospital. We need to scan her head for internal injury."

  "Leslie, baby, talk to me?" I pleaded. I knew she was the one for us, so I needed her to be okay.

  "Dean, where's Leslie?" Nolan arri
ved in a sprint. He saw me with Leslie in my arms, but she wasn't moving. She was still breathing, but not conscious whatsoever.

  "Is she dead?" Nolan asked, worried like hell. I knew he was able to see that something was fishy. That twin link was a blessing most of the time.

  "No, but we need to get to the hospital to check for a head injury."

  Everything started to go in slow motion. The ambulance arrived, and the police too. I hoped we would get some answers, but for now, I needed to make sure she was all right, for our sake.

  They rushed Leslie off for different tests and to make sure she didn't have any swelling in her brain. The police tried to arrest us, but when they started to dig and with what we were able to give them against the mafia, they released us. Luckily for us, we were lawyers, but also, my friend was a general and very close to the chief of police and made a call.

  Both of us were in the hospital waiting room. The last time they came with news, they were saying they had to take her into surgery, they needed to reduce the pressure in her brain. That was two hours ago.

  "Bro, she is strong. Stop feeling guilty. You did more than I was able to do."

  I looked at Nolan, and I attempted to smile but not very convincingly because I was attempting to calm myself.

  The doors to the waiting room opened, and the doctor appeared.

  "And?" we asked together.

  "She was lucky. We were able to stop the bleeding, and the next step is to monitor her for the next twenty-four hours, which it will be crucial."

  I was relieved but not entirely. "Can we stay the night with her? We will not disturb her, but we want to be there when she wakes up."

  Both of us were waiting for his answer, and he smiled. "Yes, we will arrange something, but you will stay in the corner."

  We both nodded and crushed each other in a big, brotherly hug of relief. We kept the rest of the group informed; we contacted Jonathan so they could keep Suzie up to date about Leslie's condition.

  Now we waited and hoped for the best.

  Leslie

  I started to notice a significant pain in my head; I didn't want to wake up. It felt like my body had been hit by a truck. Someone was touching my hand, well, both hands. I tried to wake up slowly.

  "Baby, please wake up." I knew that voice. It was Nolan, who was to my right. That meant the other hand that was touching me was Dean.

  Oh my god my head hurt--it was like a hangover. "Dean? Nolan?" I asked when some images came back in a rush through my head. The email, the punishment after the phone call, the walk outside the office, and the kidnapping.

  If they were with me, it meant the kidnapping never occurred. I struggled to assemble all the pieces, but my head was hurting too much to do so.

  "What?" I wanted to know more, but my throat was so dry.

  "Here, love, take a sip of water. Nolan is getting the nurse." My Dean, the controlling one, the one that never let emotion get in his way, but now, I heard pain in his voice.

  "Are you all right?" I asked. He retook my hand and kissed it. It was brief but intense, the way he was.

  "Yes, everyone is fine. You are the one that suffered the most. I didn't want this. You should have been protected." Guilt was eating at him.

  "Hey, you didn't know. You can't guess everything, Dean. You are human."

  He sighed and looked into my eyes. "I know, but I'm not logical when it comes to you."

  I didn't want to dig into this because I wasn't sure about the relationship that we were in together. My head was hurting. I opened my eyes again to see the nurse and Nolan behind her.

  "I see you are hurting. One to ten, what's your degree of pain?"

  I tried to smile. "A hundred."

  She grinned. "I'll back with the pain medication. Try to relax." She left us, and both brothers were looking at me.

  "She will be back, love. I know you're in pain. I wish I could take it from you."

  Before I could answer Dean, the nurse was back.

  "Take these--they will make you sleep. The doctor will be here later in the day. I advise you gentlemen leave to go clean up. Nothing more you can do. She needs to sleep to heal."

  I took the pills with a little water. I couldn't see my face, but it was probably a mess. I wanted to forget that horrible event. My head wasn't in a good place, and I needed to sleep.

  "You go, brother. I will stay with her until you're back."

  "Dean, you need it more than me. You've got blood on your shirt. You fought, not me."

  I heard him sigh, but I didn't understand the rest. It was like I was under water; everything was starting to become foggy.

  Before I could understand, the darkness claimed me again.

  Chapter Eleven

  Leslie

  A week had passed. I was released two days ago, and now I was in my bosses' apartment. Weird but not so. At least my bruises were starting to fade, and my head was way better.

  Between my bosses, Suzie, and another friend from the law firm, I didn't feel the time pass. I knew this wasn't my place and for the past two days, I attempted to figure out my feelings and what I wanted in my life.

  It was not easy. Part of me wanted to be with them, but, I had no indication they still wanted to pursue this relationship.

  Before the failed kidnapping, they were always touching me, but now everything was flat-lined, to be honest.

  I knew now for sure that I wanted something in my life. For me, I deserved it. I needed to be loved, and love in return. I wanted it al--the ring, the kids, and the white picket fence. After a near-death experience, my past fear was nothing.

  I headed to the bathroom and removed my clothes. I inspected myself. I still had some bruises on my face, but they were fading, and they didn't hurt anymore. My head was fine. They had to remove some hair to do the surgery, but that would grow back.

  I started to think of Nolan and Dean, and my pussy got wet. I was horny. I wanted sex and not with one but with my both of my bosses. I didn't know the future, but I needed to know if they still desired me because I wasn't sure anymore.

  I tried not to over-think whether they were with me out of pity now or not. I wanted to be safe and secure in my new life.

  I had a discussion with Suzie yesterday, and the conclusion that we came to was that it took my life being threatened for me to see my feelings for them.

  Suzie was trying to cheer me up, and she was very sure they were in love with me, but they were waiting and possibly afraid after everything that I had gone through last week.

  I sensed envy in Suzie's voice. I pushed her talk to me about Jonathan and Simon, but she didn't want to. Her voice became sadder than it was at the beginning of our discussion.

  I wanted to talk with Nolan and Dean about her; they told me that she belonged to Jonathan and Simon. Suzie was my best friend, and I didn't like knowing she was unhappy.

  I put lingerie on and nothing more. I crossed my fingers because if that didn't work, I would have to go back to my apartment and start to looking for a new job.

  I took a deep breath and reminded myself that I needed to put my fear to the side and jump on them.

  Nolan

  Both of us were in the living room, and we knew she was in the bathroom. Each day that passed was killing us more. How could we stay here, looking at her and not make love to her?

  Even my dick didn't want my hand anymore, and by the look of Dean, he was in the same position. We tried to hide our hard-ons each time we saw her. She was still recuperating from all this, and she even had the bruises to prove it.

  She said that they didn't hurt anymore, but I didn't think that was entirely true. We were holding back until we knew she was ready. She had seen the doctor today but didn't talk to us about what they discussed. So, for now, we would wait. We also didn't ask any questions because we didn't want her to think that we were pushing her to make dirty love to us.

  She came out of the bathroom with only a towel around her, her wet hair on her skin. Man, she was
gorgeous. Dean looked at me pleadingly; we were simply two whimpering dogs in front of a bowl of meat. And we were hungry, for her. Her skin, her pussy, and to hear her scream when she came.

  "I'm fine, I'm telling you. I don't want to wait anymore. Don't tell me that you guys are having second thoughts?"

  She was a temptress right now. We may be dominating her, but she was the one that had all the control. She wanted us to take control, but she was the one that mastered not one but the two of us.

  "Dean?"

  I needed my brother to answer since our twin link wasn't working.

  "Are you sure, love? Nolan and I don't want to push you. You were hurt, and we want to make sure that you are ready. We want you. Don't doubt that. Just look at us. Our dicks are so hard just from looking at you like this," Dean pleaded with her, but we both wanted to be sure about this.

  She came to us with a big, bright smile, her eyes sparkling. She touched my face and kissed me. It was a hot, wet kiss. She wasn't holding back anymore. Both our tongues played an old love dance, and we were both breathless when she stopped. She smiled again and looked back at Dean.

  His eyes were burning with desire; she was shy for a couple of seconds. Dean was waiting for her to make the first move.

  She kept a hand on her towel and with the other started to play with Dean's lips. She put her hand on his neck and brought him closer to her. Just before their lips meet, she said, "I love you, both of you." Then she kissed Dean, full and passionate, the same way she did to me.

  I put myself behind her. She was right where she belonged--with us. I started to play with her ass; soon it would no longer be virgin territory. Dean would claim it, then the three of us would be one.

  Both of them stopped kissing and tried to catch their breath. She let go of her towel, which revealed her lingerie.