“No, I want to. A man who can cook will be a worthy man for a woman, wouldn’t he?”
She was giggling.
I looked over at Drake and Dillon. They were already on it.
Chapter 8
Dillon
Leave it to Tristan to charm an old lady like Roberta. If he had to, he would probably even go as far as fucking her to get what he wanted out of her. Tristan was that dedicated.
If he wasn’t Tristan and a Triton, he probably would be an excellent spy. He had no qualms about anything, but getting the job done and done right.
That’s probably why Drake and I respected him so much. Yes, he was our older brother by about a year, but he acted more like a parent. What he went through when he was kidnapped really changed him from a pampered crybaby heir to a tougher human being. Like he could shut down his emotions. Become like a robot when he wanted. Except when it came to Haven.
She brought out all of his emotions. It was as if she unleashed everything he’s ever felt that had been bottled up inside of him. He hated her in the beginning. Now he can’t live without her. Like the air he breathed.
It was like that for me, too. I’ve never felt so much for a person before. Haven consumed me. I love and want everything of hers. If I have to, I’d give up my birthright for her. I’d stop being a Triton for her. Get myself disowned so I’m not related to her so that I could be with her. She was all that mattered to me. It didn’t matter that the world saw us as stepsiblings. I love her more than life itself.
There was no fucking way I would hand her to anyone… let alone a dangerous murderous kidnapper who wanted to exchange her for her mother. I’d rather go in her place instead.
Chapter 9
Drake
Leave it to Tristan to charm the old bat who was the gatekeeper to the Bradshaws. Tristan was a trooper, and a true leader. He would take one for the team if and when he had to. Always has.
I would never forget what he sacrificed to keep Dillon and me safe. If it weren’t for Tristan, we would probably have been killed in his place. Tristan was the one the kidnappers took that day they came into our house.
They took Mom first. Then they found Tristan, sitting casually in front of the large television in our game room, just playing a video game. Tristan heard the commotion downstairs and quickly hid me and Dillon inside one of the secret closets we had built in our room.
Then he diverted the kidnappers’ attention to him, telling them we were away with Dad. It was just Mom and him at the house. They took him and left, thinking one Triton heir was enough to get their message across.
At 14, Tristan already had the leadership qualities that few would ever have. He was steadfast and devoted like no one I had ever met. If he set his mind on something, by darn he was going to accomplish it too.
Bringing Haven into our fold as ours…that was a surprise to all of us, though. It was that one thing that even Tristan didn’t anticipate… falling hard for her. If he could shut down all his emotions and feelings he might’ve stood a chance, but he couldn’t. Haven broke through all his walls. His body responded to hers, and he couldn’t help it. That was why he was like a caveman to her…his id or ego side was out and dominating when it came to Haven.
Even I had a hard time controlling my primitive side. With Haven…God, all I wanted to do is love her. Touch her. Kiss her. Fuck her all the time.
As much as I tried to hold back, even with the threat of Tristan pummeling me to death, I couldn’t. I’d never wanted someone as badly as I wanted Haven. Even when I knew it was forbidden.
I tried to reason with my logical side, but it was no use. I was crazy in love with my own stepsister, even if it was taboo and frowned upon. Nothing can change how I felt about her. No therapy, no threats… least at all…no fucking kidnappers.
They will never get the chance to even see her.
*****
I made my way up the stairs from the sitting room to Max’s room.
I had to close my eyes briefly as I stepped in. The room was a complete mess, especially the bed. Yeah, Max had fucked Haven. They had sex… plenty of times. The entire room smelled of it.
Luckily I wasn’t Tristan or I’d be destroying everything in this room right about now. But I wasn’t immune to it too. My blood was boiling, and I wanted to punch Max, kick him in the balls. If we lived a hundred years ago, I would have challenged him to a duel…and kill him.
But we were in the present. And I was smarter than that. So I took a deep breath and walked into Max’s room.
It was a typical guy’s room. Except for the photo of Haven and her mother at a red carpet event… the same one Tristan had of her before she ever came to Heartbreak Falls.
Haven was beyond gorgeous in that photo. Her dress was also see through although she probably didn’t know it since it was a trick with lighting, and I could see her perfect breasts clearly…breasts I’ve licked and devoured so many times.
I grew hard just thinking about Haven.
I looked closer at the photo. It was torn from a magazine and even had writings on it…from different guys from school saying how fucking hot she was. I took the photo down from the wall in his closet where Max had pinned it in hiding, behind some shirts. It was the same one in the boy’s locker
