Chapter 81: Sofia

The past few days have been a blur of comfort and healing. I spent most of the time cocooned in bed, surrounded by warmth and the soft murmur of movies playing in the background, my guys always nearby. There were moments when I’d glance over at the book I’d been meaning to finish, or my schoolwork scattered across the blankets, and feel a strange kind of peace.

At first, they wouldn’t let me lift a finger. I was still sore, and my body wasn’t quite ready to do normal things. Even walking to the bathroom felt like a marathon, but I’m getting better. My skin doesn’t look like a bruise anymore, and the pain is barely there. I can breathe deeply without wincing, and my body is starting to feel like it belongs to me again.

The guys have work—serious work that pulls them away sometimes. But they always made sure at least one of them was home with me, even if I insisted that I was fine. It’s sweet, really. Overprotective, but sweet. I don’t know what I would’ve done without them this week. They were there when the nightmares hit, when I’d wake up in a cold sweat, and one of them would always be there to pull me close, whispering reassurances until I could breathe again.

I glance around my room, now familiar with the small details that have become my comfort. My notebooks and textbooks are neatly stacked on my desk, some of my clothes folded in the corner. They even got me a few new things to replace the old ones from before. I smile a little, thinking about how proud they were when they came home with those trendy notebooks and pens, Leo making sure they were exactly what I liked.

But today, I feel stronger. I stretch a little, feeling the muscles in my back pull without pain, and I breathe out a sigh of relief. The bruises that once marred my body are fading into faint shadows, barely noticeable anymore. I’m healing.

A few days ago, we got a call that changed everything.

It was Nate who answered the phone, his face stoic as he listened. I remember the way his eyes flicked to me, his expression softening when the words came through. My parents—my mom and dad—were convicted. They were being sent to jail.

The news hit me like a wave, but not the kind I expected. I thought maybe I’d feel sad. Maybe a part of me would break for the people who raised me, even if they were monsters. But instead, all I felt was… nothing. No sadness, no guilt. Just this overwhelming sense of closure, like the final piece of a puzzle had clicked into place.

We actually celebrated that night. It feels strange to admit, but we did. Riley ordered this extravagant dinner—steak, pasta, fresh bread—things I hadn’t even realized I missed. They even got dessert. We laughed and talked like we hadn’t in days, as if the weight of everything had finally lifted. It was the first time in a long while that I felt like I could breathe without the shadow of my parents lurking over me.

And then, Cole left. He’d stayed with us for as long as he could, making sure I was okay, constantly checking my bruises, my ribs, everything. He was thorough, and I appreciated it, but when he finally packed up and said his goodbyes, I could see the sadness in his eyes. We’d gotten close—closer than I expected. He really cared, and I was going to miss him.

But now it’s just us—me and my guys. And I’m feeling better every day.

I’m curled up on the couch, flipping through one of the books Leo bought me, when I hear footsteps coming from the hallway. The soft thud of someone’s approach pulls my attention away from the pages, and I glance up just in time to see Danny stroll into the living room, wiping the sweat from his brow.

I freeze, my eyes following the trail of his hand as he runs it through his hair, slightly damp from his workout. His shirt clings to his chest, sticking in places where the sweat has soaked through. Every muscle in his arms and chest is outlined in perfect detail, his biceps flexing as he moves. I swallow hard, my gaze shamelessly trailing down to the sculpted lines of his abs that peek out when his shirt rides up slightly.

God, how is it possible to look that good after a workout?

I bite my lip, trying to focus on the book in front of me, but it’s pointless. Danny is like a walking distraction, and it takes every ounce of self-control not to just stare at him. The way his muscles shift under his skin, the way his veins pop just slightly along his forearms… it’s almost too much. And don’t even get me started on the tattoos that snake across his arms and chest. Just... Yeah, don't.

“Hey, Sof.” His voice snaps me out of my daze, and I quickly look back at the book, hoping he didn’t notice the way I was practically drooling over him.

“Hi,” I manage to squeak out, my face probably a little red.

He smirks, clearly catching my flustered expression. “You alright there?”

I nod, forcing a casual smile. “Yeah, just... reading.”

Danny raises an eyebrow, but he doesn’t push it. Instead, he takes a step closer, and the scent of sweat and cologne fills the room. It’s intoxicating, and I have to fight the urge to close the book and just watch him.

“I’ll be quick,” he says, glancing toward the hallway. “I’m gonna go shower. Don’t go anywhere, okay?”

“Like I would want to leave after seeing that,” I mutter under my breath.

“What was that?” Danny asks, grinning as he clearly heard me.

“Nothing!” I quickly cover, but I can’t help the small smile that creeps up on my lips.

Danny laughs, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "You wan't to come with me babygirl?"

My mouth falls open. I mean, I’ve been laid up for days, feeling like absolute shit, but he doesn't even seem to care.

My eyes widen in surprise, but I can't lie. I want him bad. So I take his hand and follow him into the washroom, my heart racing with anticipation.

He takes off his shirt slowly, clearly messing with me, then his shorts, leaving him in nothing but black boxers hanging dangerously low on his hips, and I can't help but stare. He's so fucking hot, with his broad shoulders and muscular chest. I feel a shiver run down my spine as I realize what's about to happen.

“Do you want to shower with me?” he asks, his voice low and husky.

I nod, unable to speak. He takes off my clothes, his touch gentle and tender, and I feel myself melt under his fingers. Every now and then, as he takes a piece off, he whispers "fuck, Sofia" which sends shivers through my spine.

We step in the shower, letting the hot water drip down our bodies while he kisses me slowly. We're alone in the house, he has me all to himself, and it shows. He's taking his time. He bites my lips, runs his tongue across mine, kisses and licks the sides of my neck. It's like he has all the time in the world and I'm not the one who's going to stop him.

Then he takes a loofa and proceeds to wash me everywhere, rubbing me gently, letting the soap foam while his hands roam all over. I close my eyes and let out a soft moan as he runs his hands over my breasts, teasing my nipples until they're hard and aching.

He kneels down in front of me, his eyes fixed on mine as he runs his fingers over my pussy. I gasp as he slips a finger inside me, then another, fucking me slowly and deeply.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he growls, his voice thick with desire. “Do you want me to make you come?”

“Yes,” I breathe, my legs trembling with need.

He stands up and grabs me by the back of my neck, his cock hard and hot against my belly. I wrap my legs around his waist and he enters me, filling me up completely. He's hard, and so damn huge, and I can't help but let a little scream out when I feel him hit my cervix. What is it with these guys and their absolutely massive cocks?

My back is against the wall as he fucks me slowly at first, his movements gentle and deliberate, but I can see the fire in his eyes and I know he wants to let go. I tell him it's okay, that I can take it, urging him on, my nails digging into his back as I beg him to fuck me harder.

I can tell he's worried to hurt me, but he lets go, groaning, and holds me tighter as he pounds into me, all the while whispering "I love you" over and over again. I cry out with pleasure, my pussy clenching around him as I come hard.

He follows me over the edge, his cock throbbing inside me as he fills me up with his cum. We stay there, panting and gasping, kissing, until the water starts to get cold.