CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Christopher Thompson.

Before Elisabeth left.

During the three days, we were always taking food to Elisa and sorting things out for our trip.

'' Let's go to her room '' Dylan appeared, calling our attention and we agreed with him.

When we arrived, Dylan opened the door and we heard her come out of the bathroom. She didn't even immediately notice our presence and we stayed there, watching her body as she took off her clothes and started getting dressed, how attractive Elisabeth was! A gasp escaped my throat and she turned, eyes wide with astonishment.

Her reception was not the best, she was still irritated by the fact that I had locked her up and boldly faced us all.

His scream was shrill and my brothers, especially me, were pissed off.

She wouldn't leave. No way! However, her voice was strangled with the urge to cry and all that came out was the question of whether we were going to keep beating her. Elisabeth was ours, but for her, we were treating her like other women. This touched me, she was deeply upset. Thomas tried to convince her otherwise, however, something surprised me when she insisted and looked at Dylan, stating how terrible she felt for being treated so badly.

What did this idiot say to her?

We tried, but we couldn't tell the truth. Not even if we wanted to, she would let us.

If she knew that we were doing everything to protect her, even if we weren't that principled, she would certainly understand our motives. We liked her a lot.

Her final word was that if we didn't let her go, she would kill herself.

She wouldn't be able, she wouldn't have the courage, however, we didn't expect her to say it was better to die than to suffer with us.

We sigh. If she wanted to go, so be it, we wouldn't stop her. I bit my lip, tense, I didn't want her to go, but unfortunately it was necessary.

Later, we complied with her last request, which was that we leave her alone.

"What if she's with another man when we get back?" Thomas spoke, drawing our interest.

"I'm capable of killing," I answered dryly.

“That I do not doubt, brother. Alex laughed a little.

Exasperated, we returned to the living room, I went to the small bar and grabbed a bottle of whiskey, pouring the liquid into the glass and started drinking, waiting for it to come down.

She didn't even take that long, announcing that she was going. Another time he surprised us by saying that he already had a place to stay, which made me break the glass with just the strength of my hand. I caught her eye and questioned, truly pissed off about the whole situation, especially when she answered me.

I couldn't control my fury when she left and Alex left to get the first aid kit to tend to my wound. I was confused and so angry that I almost forgot about it.

“Well, it's time to go, brothers. Dylan announced.

"Okay," we replied in unison.

Alex bandaged my hand and we all went to get our bags. I ran my hand over my face, frustrated, I was leaving the house upset.

"Are you thinking about her?" Alex asked and I glared at him.

“Yes, we all like her. Seeing her go hurts a lot.

He gave me a small smile.

“I understand you, brother.

We await the rest of our brothers, who soon descended the stairs.

'' Let's go? Dylan asked.

We agreed and left the mansion, heading to our car, bound for the airport.

I thought of Elisa and her beautiful face, her heart tight with longing.

Have as much fun as you can, my love, because once we get back, you'll be ours again.