Four Brothers and a Bride

Chapter 13: Chapter 13

DEMI

"They did what?"

"The quads interrogated me about that night you lumbered into the club dead drunk, allegedly." Anna let out a low whistle on her end of the line. "I was literally terrified, Demi. They were trying too hard to make it seem like they weren't overly pissed or suspicious of us but I could feel the anger simmering beneath their tone. I think they're onto you."

Absently, I run a finger over my temple to dull a throbbing ache. Again, I expected this but not so fast. Maybe Mr. S is right and I should get on with our plan. At this pace, these brothers might find a reason to have me kicked out before I can pay them back for the part they played in my parents' deaths.

"What about your job? Any problem with Donna?"

"I'm not sure right now. She suspects me and gives me the eye every now and then. However, I don't think she plans to let me go anytime soon."

"What makes you think that?"

"Well, the club's been seeing a horde of new customers, mostly women from high society ever since your marriage happened. Apparently, they all frequent this place in hopes of running into and possibly stealing the heart of one of the quads. Business is literally booming. Plus, these women have been fawning over me ever since they heard I am besties with the daughter-in-law of the Rollins family." A low chuckle follows. "I don't know what they hope to gain from being all friendly towards me. Heck, if I knew how to turn them into billionaire heiresses, I'd probably snag that opportunity for myself, don't you think? Anyway, they always ask of me every night when they come partying and buy whatever I point at. Donna can't afford to lose her new, rich clientele by dropping me."

"I hope you're right. I'd hate for you to suffer any consequences right now, especially since I am not yet financially poised to help you."

"Don't bite your nails over it. Donna tells me that one of the quads passively mentioned I be allowed to keep my job when she hinted at my dismissal to please them." I don't know why but I'm pretty sure Anna is blushing at this point. Her low laughter is sensual and weird.

"Do you know which one?"

"I'm not sure but he gave off boss vibes. Did most of the talking while they interrogated me."

It sounds like Asher but I am not too certain. If anyone wanted to punish Anna for her role in my marriage mess, it had to be Asher. Compassion doesn't sound like him. He wouldn't let Anna keep her job unless he had ulterior motives for doing so. Then again, why would Ashely, Ashton or Ashal let Anna keep her job after she covered for me? If they're all plotting to kick me out, giving Anna the boot will definitely send a stronger message than pardoning her.

"I thought I knew them a bit after serving them for years now but tonight, they were all riled for some reason." Anna continues solemnly. "It was hard to pick up the miniscule signs that point to one brother or the other. They didn't even flirt around. They turned away the strippers Donna arranged for them and mostly had tequila. Their eyes, when I managed to glance up, were hooded and brooding. One of them arrived late in a different outfit from the others. I guess he didn't get the memo on time." Anna giggles. "I don't care which quad it was that spared me. I'm just glad I still have my job."

I take a short breath. "I'm glad you weren't hurt or fired. I could never forgive myself." Her family would suffer. How could I have been so selfish, waltzing around the Rollins mansion thinking I have months to execute my plans when my best friend is a helpless, easy target for these brothers? The mere thought of them bullying her grates on my nerves and makes me grind my teeth.

"I'm sorry you had to go through that."

"Hey, it's okay. I know what I signed up for." Anna exhales. "Besides, you can't do this all alone. I'll handle my business and cling to my job however I can. You get on with your own plans and handle those men the way you see fit."

Her resilience surprises and amuses me. "Okay. Talk to you soon. Bye."

Turning, I yelp in shock at the sight of Ashely lounging by my bedroom door. I didn't hear anyone come in.

"Jesus, Ashely. This really has to stop." I yell angrily, clutching my chest as my heart thumps wildly. "You can't come into my room whenever you want. That's not how this marriage works."

"Is that right?"

to me. "And how

the eyes. There's something about the eyes that sends chills down my spine the way Ashely's have never done, even with his dirtiest talk. This look isn't

Ashely." I

that what you're here to do, to learn to

him hoping to go to the bathroom when his big arms grab my elbow, spins me

do the hell are you doing? Let go of me!" My voice is a little shaky, a lot pitiful and I hate myself right now. He smells of Ashely's cologne. God. How far do these brothers go to imitate each other? His arms trap mine till I am merely

better than the strippers. Did Anna

blood chills as he presses me even tighter against his rigid cock and closes a palm possessively over my breasts. Fury and disgust fill me to bursting. "YOU BASTARD, LET ME GO!" I crane my neck towards the door. "MOTHER!!!

leave quietly after a year, you're welcome to stay. However, if you have some sinister plans up your sleeve," He chuckles darkly, his

he turns me over, hauls me up and shoves me on the bed. The scream is trapped in my throat as he edges close, his eyes mischievous and wicked. I

away from me." The tears are pouring now. I glance at the flower vase by the side of

TAKE. ANOTHER.

flashes in his eyes briefly and

blanket and cover myself. He scoffs. "You can't stop me if I want to have my way with you. What are you going to do, scream? I'll just tell everyone I am Ashely, your husband. My parents won't know the difference and my brothers will definitely not rat me out." He lets

you're married to Ashely. How could your husband

"We have a contract..."

known by a handful of people, most of them being MY family." He finishes. "As far as the world knows, we're fucking, just like normal couples. If I decide to breach our little contract, my family will never turn on me to take your side, not even my

the text message from the unknown number come to my mind, especially the end bit, [...Welcome to hell, sis] I shake my head

me, like you've destroyed so many others before? Ruining lives seems to be a sport for the Rollins quads, not

lives of people who come after us first." He smirks, turns and heads for the door. "Fair warning Branson, you come for us, we'll be your ruin." The door clicks shut as he exits. I didn't realize I had been holding my breath. I gulp in lots of air and slide to the foot of my bed, crying. What in the world was that? Which

in my head, "Fair warning Branson, you come for us, we'll be your ruin." That mode of address sounds oddly familiar. My eyes flash as I recall the one brother who has brazenly stepped into my room without deigning to knock, the one brother who always makes my spine chill with the suspicious glint in his eyes, the one brother who's the most difficult to read; ASHTON

smile. I might be scared but I am not spineless. If I wasn't

I need to get my wheels turning and set my plan in motion to bring

the bathroom, flick on the shower and while it runs, I make a call. He

across." I let

"We're on."

were on the minute you moved into that damn fortress.

me digest his sarcasm right now. "Are you done bitching or do you

happened? You're all fired up. I can hear the frustration and anger

me and while I would normally appreciate this rarity, my head is so messed up right now courtesy of Ashton Rollins that I would rather chew granite than accept kindness from a man. Aren't they all the same in the

an unknown number. I really don't have time for this

dumb enough to fall for any of those jerks but not Anna. She's too smart for that or at least I think she is. Is this what she meant

does my blackmailer expect to exploit and extort me by bringing Anna to the mix? If anything, they would make more

gut feeling that tells me I am probably dealing with more than one blackmailer here. If indeed I am not the first daughter-in-law of the quads, then there's a secret wife somewhere with the initials, O.D. The Rollins must have a reason for hiding such a thing. I don't see how the quads could blackmail me with a sensitive secret

theorizing to call

"Hey"