Page 3 of Room Thirty: Perfect Little Doll

And there it was.

Daddy.

We didn’t just want to dominate her, bring her delirious pleasure time and time again. We wanted more. The three of us were greedy, selfishly ruthless bastards. We wanted everything with Serena. We wanted to take care of her every need. Spoil and cherish her in a way we had only ever dreamt of.

We wanted to be her daddies.

We wanted to tame the brat we had all seen glimpses of here and there during the last couple of months. A brat she didn’t let come to the surface often. A brat who needed three daddies to love and protect her. Because that’s exactly what our perfect little doll would be getting with us.

“But how?” Fox asked, and we turned to look at him. “How are we going to do it? How are we going to not only ask her to be with us but introduce her to our…”—he licked his lower lip—“our darker side?”

“Darker side?” Ronan rolled his eyes. “You make it sound like we’re something out ofStar Wars. It’s a kink, Fox. It’s not the end of the world.”

“You know what I mean,” he cut fox off, obviously getting impatient. “For all we know, this little date of hers turns into something more, and we’re fucked. Watching her live her life from the sidelines with some asshole who doesn’t deserve her.”

“And you think we do?” I asked. Fox’ lips thinned.

“I think we will do anything and everything to make her happy day in and day out until we draw our last breath and are buried six feet under.”

“Good answer,” I muttered. “She’s still in the building down at the deli by the lobby,” I shared. Ronan’s eyes narrowed.

“At the deli?”

“Mhmm.” I shrugged. Knowing she was close by was what kept me somewhat sane. But Fox had a point. What if someone swooped in?

“How do you know that?” he asked. I could feel Fox’ blue gaze on me.

“I might have taken a page out of Northend’s methods,” I admitted.

“Fucking hell,” Fox groaned, running his fingers through his hair. I turned my attention to Ronan, who had not reacted. His lips twitched under the stupid mustache he insisted on keeping.

“Crazy motherfucker.”

“What?” I shrugged, knowing I was fucked in the head.

“You know how much shit you gave Peter for getting all stalker on Wendy? And now—"

“I know,” I clipped, cutting him off. But I swallowed and then shrugged. “Drastic times call for drastic measures. And it’s not like I planted a tracker on her phone.” I’d added one to her car and slipped one in every damn purse she brought in. But they didn’t need to know that.

“What did you do?” Fox asked, kicking his leg over his knee.

“I grabbed her phone and shared her location with mine when she wasn’t looking.” They both chuckled and shook their heads. “I checked the security cameras. She’s having lunch with that friend of hers from the floor below us. Candy?”

“Coco,” Ronan corrected, and I nodded.

“Yeah, her.” I turned to Fox. “So, don’t worry. No other asshole has slipped in.”Yet.I knew how beautiful she was. How captivated and utterly devastatingly beautiful. I squeezed the bridge of my nose.

“He better not,” Fox mumbled, and Ronan grunted. “Okay, so, how are we doing this?”

“I think it’s time to go to NOLA, gentlemen,” I announced, laying out the next part of my plan. I was the fixer after all. Two steps ahead, ready with plan B, C, and D if A didn’t work.

“Nola?” Fox repeated. I could see the wheels in his head start to turn.

“That could work. We’re already going.”

“I booked us a room,” I continued.

“Wait.” Fox shook his head. “What? We take her to New Orleans and just push her into Club Sin? She will go running off!”