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  Tank grunted. “Too fucking long. You don’t take a bullet well, neither does Dania. Three days already. You’re one incoherent, grumpy motherfucker you know.” He was still unsure of half the rambling Link had done over the last few days. When he had woken and looked ready to talk he was still just as incoherent as he was drugged up.

  Link slumped back into his mattress. A weak smile tugged at his lips. He loved Tank’s cop tone, sexy. “When can we go home?”

  Tank shook his head. “Dania has only woken for tiny lapses. She’s lost lots of blood, was out of it when she was dropped off. She had nightmares the other night.”

  Hill cringed. She had been there for that. Hearing her mumble in the childlike voice had freaked her out. The screams that followed along with the whimpering of old memories haunting the poor woman had nearly done her in. The hardest to hear was the whimpering of please mommy, please, no mommy, why mommy? Poor Tank had crawled onto that little bed and hauled her close and whispered comforting words to her, hoping she could hear him and escape the horrid place she was stuck in.

  Link nodded. “She’ll pull through. Tough little Tiny,” he murmured, eyes feeling heavy.

  Tank leaned over him, kissing his forehead. “Rest, Link, if she wakes we’ll wake you.”

  Link nodded. “You had better, need to give her a piece of my mind,” he mumbled eyes closing, drifting quickly to sleep.

  * * * *

  Jarret held the door open as Tank carried the little imp through. She looked at him and her eyes narrowed. He chuckled just to egg her on and dare her to say something, anything.

  She looked at Tank. “You have a little brother?” she grumbled.

  Tank smirked. Tiny did not do bullet wounds very well, his grumpy little Tiny. “Yes,” he answered.

  Link followed up behind them, arm in a sling. “Jarret, how are you?” he asked, giving him a half hug. He couldn’t believe how much older the man looked since the last time he had seen him.

  Jarret returned the half hug. “Good. She’s a bit of a pissy sweet cheeks,” he offered, looking at the tiny woman in his big brother’s arms.

  Link chuckled. “Not so much pissy. You’d love her under different circumstances,” he assured, passing him and following Tank up the stairs.

  “I’m not laying up here all by myself! I want to be on the couch,” she demanded. “And I’m hungry! God, however these doctors think that food can keep a person filled, idiots!” she ranted, peeking over Tank’s broad shoulder, her gaze meeting Link’s, hoping he would sympathise with her and make Tank put her on the couch.

  Tank chuckled and it rumbled in his chest. “Jarret, make her majesty something to eat, would you?” he yelled down the hall, continuing to their bedroom and going straight to the bath. “You smell like hospital. So does Link. You two need a bath,” he decided.

  Dania grunted. “I just had that mean nurse bathe me!” she grumbled, the cutest little pout on her face begging for him to take her back down and let her settle on the couch.

  Link chuckled. “Yeah she had a bit of a rough hand, didn’t she?” he couldn’t blame the woman. He had heard the man in the next room yelling at her and carrying on like a child.

  Tank set Dania down on the toilet seat and started the tub.

  “I want a shower,” Dania whined.

  Link nodded. “Me too,” he agreed, easing the sling over his head.

  Tank grunted, tugging Dania’s shirt over her head. “Link, you can hold her in there?”

  The last thing he needed was both of them back in the hospital. Shit, after the first night of both of them being awake, Link had made him go home for a shower and shave and to sleep in comfort rather than the crappy chair in the room. Tank had hated every moment of it. Sleep had not come to him, the house so quiet without Link and Dania in it.

  Link laughed. “Yes,” he assured.

  Tank nodded. ’Kay, while they cleaned up he would retrieve clean clothes for them.

  Dania looked at the sweats, hot pink. “Never let Hill shop for me again.” she decided. She really wasn’t that big a fan of the color pink, as an accessory, sure, but to wear that amount of it, no thank you.

  Link chuckled, Tank helping him remove his shirt. “I think it looks cute. Hey we could get you a little fluffy pink outfit and some wings,” he teased.

  Dania giggled. “Not dressing up as a fairy for you,” she grumbled, waiting for Tank to help her with her pants.

  Link pushed him at her. “Can get my pants, learn that real quickly around that woman.”

  Dania snorted. “Your poor balls. Did she try to shove your pants up your ass too?”

  Tank grunted. “I’m gonna write a complaint. What was her name?” he demanded. Fucking bitch treating his loves like that.

  Link shook his head. “Don’t worry about it. Help Dania so we can get cleaned up and settle her in on the couch. You can kiss my balls all better later.”

  Tank smirked. Hell yes he would, and Dania’s pussy too!

  * * * *

  Jarret watched the threesome return. “Don’t expect me to serve her, big man,” he uttered flipping the grilled cheese.

  Dania glared at him. “I wouldn’t want you to serve me. Probably throw the sandwich in my face and then taunt me… jerk,” she grumbled, tensing as Tank eased her slowly onto the couch, checking to make sure the pillows were in good position.

  Jarret scoffed. “It’s called hands. Use them,” he argued.

  Dania hid the secret smile, tugging at her lips. She liked this guy. He was funny. “Why can’t you be a gentlemen and hand it to me? You know, get off your ass and actually hand it to me. Not throw shit at me, again.” She grimaced as Tank eased her up and repositioned her on the couch. “No, I want to see him. He has a tendency to throw shit and expect a person to catch it.”

  Tank chuckled. Ah Jarret had been all Jarret with her.

  “Hey by the way, sweet cheeks, nice tits,” he called, placing sandwiches on plates checking on his soup.

  Dania blushed. “What in the fuck were you doing looking at my tits for!” she uttered.

  Tank grinned. His little brother did appreciate a woman’s body. Wait! Scumbag was looking at his Tiny’s tits!

  Jarret looked at her. “Free fucking country, I can look at your tits if I want,” he replied dishing out soup into bowls. He took a soup and sandwich to Link, returned, grabbed himself one, and took a seat across from her and bit into his sandwich, eyes full of laughter as she waited for Tank to serve her. He swore he could hear her tiny tummy grumbling.

  Dania glared at him. “You’re an asshole,” she decided, a smile appearing on her face.

  Link chuckled. “Stick your tongue at him. See what happens.”

  Dania considered it, but she was sure the asshole would heft her up and spank her. Shit, he scared her more than Link in that regard. He had a definite air of “I will dominate you” surrounding him.

  Tank handed her sandwich over and placed her soup on the table next to her. “Water?” he asked.

  Dania nodded. “Thanks… so you took all the manners and left him with nothing. Hey what are your parents like?” Shit, it never occurred to her that Tank and Link had parents. How stupid was that?

  Jarret scoffed. “You don’t want to know,” he answered for Tank.

  Dania glared at him, taking a bite of her sandwich. “I wasn’t talking to you!” she grumbled around the sandwich.

  Jarret shrugged. “So, kill me.” He shoved in the rest of his sandwich and grinned at her, crumbs falling to the floor. The glare she shot him was worth the shit he would get from Tank for being a pig.

  Dania looked at Link. “You’ve met him before?”

  Link nodded. “Homophobe, insecure little bastard,” he shared.

  Jarret snorted. “Not homophobe! Insecure little bastard, you sure?” he asked. There was no way he was insecure in any way! Little bastard, last he heard his father was some shitface his mom had made a couple bucks off of. He’d agree to little bastard but in
no way was he insecure!

  Link smirked, tossing a pillow at Jarret. “Yeah I’m sure, how’s what’s her name?”

  Jarret rolled his eyes, glaring at his brother. “Both of you had lunch with her or what?” he grumbled. That stung, twice in the last few weeks Hill being brought up. The fact that they got to see her day in, day out hurt him. He missed her and wished things had turned out differently. That he had been… he grunted, chasing the thoughts from his head. He would not think about her. It hurt too much and ended badly every time he did think of her.

  Dania sat at attention. “You guys went to lunch with his ex?” Oh, who was his ex? Wait! Was that pain in his green eyes? Her heart softened toward the asshole. He hurt over this woman.

  Link chuckled. “Yeah, don’t know what she saw in this little shithead,” he joked, trying to keep it light. Jarret dealt better with sarcasm and name-calling than serious stuff and he didn’t want him running. It had been too long since Tank had gotten to see his little brother in this kind of environment.

  Dania furrowed her brow. His ex was someone they knew. “Who is she?” she demanded.

  Jarret rolled his eyes. He was not having this conversation with the imp. Heck, knowing his luck he would get shit on by her for supposedly hurting Hillary. It was always the man who was blamed in these stupid breakups. It was either he worked too much! He didn’t pay enough attention to her. He didn’t take her out enough! He didn’t love her enough! Fuck, he had loved her like no other and still did!

  Link shrugged. He wasn’t going to be the one to fill her in. Jarret should be the one to discuss this and from the look on his face he had no interest whatsoever in talking about Hill.

  Tank smacked his brother on the back of the head. “Someone who is way too good for the likes of him,” he replied lightly.

  Jarret scoffed. “Hey, you’ve only heard her side, not mine.”

  Tank arched a brow at his brother. Was that a sissy whine that just came from his brother?

  Dania’s eyes widened. “Hill!” she uttered. It had to be! All three of them were avoiding it and she was the only woman she knew that Link and Tank knew.

  Jarret went rigid.

  Dania’s jaw fell open. “You left Hill? Why in the fuck would you do that? You’re an idiot,” she decided before he could even answer.

  Tank rubbed the top of her head. “Leave it alone, Dania,” he ordered. Shit, he wasn’t happy about Jarret and Hill separating but shit happened and he loved both people.

  Dania narrowed her eyes on Jarret.

  Jarret stared right back, daring her to say something, anything. He was in for giving a good tongue lashing.

  Dania pursed her lips. She really had no right to say anything. She’d have to talk to Hill and find out the dirt.

  “She’s cute, all angry looking,” Jarret teased.

  Tank smiled, it was true.

  “That’s why Hill isn’t here,” she whispered after a few minutes.

  Tank nodded, as grown-up as they all were, Hill couldn’t face Jarret. He didn’t know the whole story. Something about another woman, whips, chains, and Jarret being gone a lot. Put it all together it looked bad for Jarrett. But shit, it could have been Hill chaining and whipping some woman while Jarret was gone. Tank had decided long ago he would keep his mind open and not play the blame game. He loved both people and chose to keep it that way.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Dania limped into the backyard, a wave of heat hitting her. She couldn’t believe how hot it was. She smiled at the sight of Link and Tank sitting on the edge of the pool. She looked down at her bare legs. The bullet had left the ugliest scar. Fuck, she was sure Jarret had made the hole bigger digging the slug out. She smiled. She would go with that, anything to have something to torment him with the next time she saw him.

  Three months and Link was almost back to good. They both had physiotherapy three times a week. Dania grunted at the thought of their last session. The therapist had pushed her hard and she’d cried like a big baby. Jarret had disappeared after two days and Tank had turned into Mr. Protection nanny man. Dania sighed, stopping at a chair.

  “Come on, Tiny, it’s never gonna get better if you baby it!” Link called across the yard.

  Dania fingered him.

  He raised a brow. “Pretty sure my spanking arm is working again!” he warned.

  Dania’s cheeks tinted a bright red. Yes indeed it was healed. She experienced that two nights ago when she cursed at them that she was good and wanted to get laid. Not how a person should talk to those two ever.

  She slumped back in her seat, her first lesson on using proper etiquette with her Masters. If she wanted to get laid… all she had to do was kneel, bow her head, and ask nicely and one or both would accommodate her. The thought had turned her on and she had clumsily slid to her knees from Link’s lap and bowed her head and begged for both of them to fuck her. She smiled at the memory. They had been so gentle and loving.

  She released a breath and pushed herself from the chair and slowly made her way to them. When she reached them she eased to her knees between the two, thanking heaven they had put a towel down for her.

  “I beg forgiveness and am sorry…” She bit her lower lip, trying to hide her smile. “I deserve fifteen swats for disrespecting you,” she offered.

  Tank grinned. It wouldn’t be Link spanking her today. It would be him.

  Link hooked a finger under her chin, forcing her to look at him. “You will lay yourself across Tank’s lap,” he ordered.

  Dania didn’t bat a lash and did as she was told.

  Tank caressed her bottom. Pride filled him. She trusted him not to hurt her. His fingers traced the bikini bottoms.

  Link pulled on the ties on her hips and pulled the scrap of fabric from covering her ass.

  Dania melted under the assault of their hands massaging her ass. A deep moan escaped her.

  “You know, Dania… we are going to have to let the flogger you picked out touch this pretty little ass of yours one day,” Link hummed, finger dragging lower and dipping between her legs.

  She shivered. Yeah she wanted that.

  Tank chuckled, tapping her cheeks with light smacks. Her ass lifted for more. “Of course that will be next year sometime…” he hummed.

  Dania frowned. Next year? What the hell. She tried to look back at them.

  Tank’s hand pressed firmly on her shoulders, holding her in place and keeping her from seeing them.

  Link chuckled. “Bad Dania… you should have told us you stopped taking the pill. Had we known that we would have wrapped it up,” his voice was husky.

  Was that happiness she heard in his voice? Wait, the pill! She furrowed her brows. She didn’t stop, may have taken one or two late.

  Tank fingered her asshole as Link fucked her cunt with two fingers. She tried to clear her head and focus on what they were saying.

  “You have an appointment next week. No, you’re not getting fat. You’re pregnant,” Link hummed, answering her questioning from the other day. She had looked at herself in the mirror and when he glanced up and saw the bump, a dread he had never felt in his life seared through him. He remembered when Tank’s sister had gotten pregnant. How her tummy had protruded like that.

  Dania went still. She wasn’t pregnant! She would know, wouldn’t she? She inhaled a sharp breath. “Let me up,” she mumbled. She needed to stand. She needed to see their faces.

  Tank eased her up, sitting her in his lap. She looked at Link then back at Tank. She shook her head. “No way,” she uttered. She couldn’t be. She would know!

  Link cupped her breast. “Heavier.” His hand lowered splaying over her tummy. “Rounded…”

  Tank grasped her hips. “Wider,” he shared kissing her shoulder. “It helps the doctor told us before you were released,” he whispered.

  Dania looked back at him eyes wide. “No,” she whispered.

  Tank raised a brow. “You’re not happy?” Oh please, let her be happy, let her be happy.<
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  Dania just stared. She wasn’t sure what the hell to feel. What did this mean? She stared at the water, mind a total blank.

  Tank furrowed his brow. “Tell us what’s going through that beautiful head, hon,” he whispered. Dread sunk deep into the pit of his stomach. He had dreaded telling her, scared the bejesus out of him that she might be mad, maybe leave them, or worse might get rid of the baby.

  Dania peeked at him. “You guys are serious?” she mumbled. Her lower lip trembled. She looked over at Link. “Can we even do this? I… I—how? I’m just… shit.” She was too young to be a mommy! Shit she couldn’t even take care of herself. Tank and Link took care of her.

  Link took hold of her hands. “Dania… You have Tank and I,” he assured.

  Dania slumped. She was seriously pregnant? She was going to get fat and… her hand covered her belly. She was responsible for another life. Her eyes went wide, had she drank since she’d gotten out of the hospital. Oh God, what if what they had done the other night had not been good? Her face paled and she felt nauseous.

  Tank hugged her close both him and Link rubbed her back.

  “I need to get up,” she mumbled, scrambling from Tank’s lap.

  Link held a hand out helping her stand.

  Both men sat and watched as she paced back and forth. Tank chewed his lower lip. She wasn’t happy. She was walking around bare-assed naked and didn’t seem to even notice. He glanced at Link. Shit, he had a pained look on his face. “Dania… we love you and we are here for you,” he declared.

  Dania stopped and looked at him. “I’m going to get fat… I can’t dye my hair and…” Her breathe ripped from her. She rubbed her forehead and her chest fell and raised rapidly, an invisible band squeezing tight.

  Link stood, hugging her close. “Relax Dania, you’re going to hyperventilate,” he cooed.

  Dania shook her head. With trembling hands she grasped his arms. “This isn’t right… What if in a year you guys don’t want me around? I can’t let my baby not have its daddies.” Her head thudded against his chest.