Her Stepbrothers’ Demands© 2015 by Trinity Blacio
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This book is dedicated to Lori Perkins, my publisher, my editor and one of my best friends. Thank you for believing in me.
Chapter One
“Norman, you and your family have to stop making all those holes. I have to leave here and I won’t be able to protect you anymore,” Jasmine said, looking at the gopher, whom she considered her friend and who she was trying to stop from making a mess of the fields. She knew the ranch hands wouldn’t think twice about killing her secret buddy.
Jasmine threw him the last of the vegetables she had brought with her. Tears rolled down her cheeks. “It looks like we both have to go our separate ways and grow up a little. I won’t be here to protect you, I can’t count on my mom or Cole anymore. It’s just me, but maybe it’s best this way.” She stood and looked down at her friend. “Bye, Norman.”
***
Jasmine Alexander pulled her black sweater tighter around her shoulders and stared out the airplane window hoping her little friend would survive. The only things she had packed other than a suitcase full of clothes, were her laptop and her favorite Coach purse, which was loaded with some of the knick-knacks her mother and so-called stepfather, Cole Madox, had given to her as a child. She really did love Cole. He was the father she never had.
Resting her head on the little window, she smiled, remembering the first time she had met Cole. He had been the prince come rescue her and her mom, Katherine.
The little black and gray wolves that Cole had given to her, which she had talked to on so many occasions, were now safely tucked in her purse. It was weird that Cole had given her the figurines. They were identical to the wolves from her dreams, but then again, nothing surprised her. Now that she thought of it, one of the wolves looked just like Cole in his wolf form, all black with a touch of gray here and there around his pelt.
It wasn’t that she was afraid that his pack, or whatever they called it, would hurt her, but she and her mother had made a pact ten years ago, that they would always be truthful. No matter how much it hurt, they weren’t going to keep anything from each other from that day forth.
Her nipples hardened, and Jasmine squirmed in her seat, as she remembered the first and last time she had seen Logan and R.D. in person, at her mother’s change. Another strike against her mom and Cole.
True, she was 30 years old and had always lived with her mother. But now that was going to change. Jasmine had always loved to travel and what better place to loose oneself than to be in Cleveland. She smiled. Nope, she knew her mother would look for her in New York, thinking she’d go there, but Ohio would do nicely. There would still be a little country nearby, while still visiting the things a city would have.
Voices filled the plane, and Jasmine turned to see what the commotion was about. Logan and R.D. were standing by the door at the front of the plane, their gaze searching until they locked to where she sat.
“Son of a bitch,” Jasmine grumbled as they made their way down the aisle toward her without touching a soul. The passengers seemed to duck away from them. Each man seemed to possess a natural aura of power and danger. Their gaze never left hers as they moved towards her. The black cowboy hat on R.D.’s head was tilted forward, casting a shadow, but Jasmine knew those eyes and expression not only in the flesh, but the heated dreams she had had over the last six years.
She would never admit this to anyone, but these men were her dream lovers. They would demand full control over any women they chose to be with and right now their focus was to mess up her life, damn it.
Logan stopped in front of her row and held out his hand, reaching over the woman next to her. “Come.” One word, but it held so much power that the woman jumped up and moved back, giving the two men easier access to her.
“I have nothing to say to you or anyone else. Go back to your family, Logan, because it’s obvious it’s not mine,” she snapped and turned her face towards the window before both of them could see the tears that filled her eyes.
She couldn’t say anymore. Jasmine thought her tears were done, but they obviously weren’t. “What the hell?” she screeched and tried to catch her laptop and purse before they fell to floor, but Logan grabbed both.
After R.D. lifted her up, she watched Logan strap her laptop case and purse around his thick neck.
“When we tell you to do something, you will do it, Jasmine,” R.D. stated, forcefully pulling her out of her seat, and sandwiching her between himself and Logan, as they nudged her down the aisle. “Your mother has been looking for you frantically for the past two days, and with what she just went through, she does not need this added stress.” He actually growled as he moved down the plane’s doorway.
“You stupid asshole! She’s hurt? I wasn’t the one who lied all these years. I’m not the one who broke the pact we made so long ago! Let me go, now!” she smacked his back and hurt her hand on the hardness of his muscles.
Behind her, Logan grabbed hold of her ponytail and tugged on her hair
