There’s nothing for me here.

I need to leave. I’m hanging around the mansion, being miserable. The senator keeps calling, and I keep avoiding him.

I know I can’t avoid him forever, but I honestly don’t know what to say.

I‘ve trusted him for so long, in a world where I felt I couldn’t trust anyone. Now the one person I trust, I must suspect—and my targets have become the ones I trust.

What a fucked-up world.

I know I have to make a decision, but I don’t even know what kind of decision. This is far too complicated for me to just say yes or no to one thing.

It’s an infinite amount of circumstance.

If my life as a spy is over, I can’t go back to the senator. It’s not like I can just hang up my guns and shack up here in the mansion either.

A life of violence isn’t so easily put down. I still don’t know everything about the brothers. I’m also quite certain they’ll be kicking me out soon.

So, return to my life as a spy? Am I that good?

Could I really work undercover in my own agency, trying to get the dirt on the Senator and find out what happened to Sammy?

I have full confidence in my abilities, but that seems too risky even for me.

My dream of avenging my mother has never felt so far away.

I want the boys to come and kiss my doubts away. I want to be wrapped in their arms, all three of them, and hear them say its alright. I want to know that I have each one of them, ready to take me in their arms.

That they’ll help me, support me, protect me.

Just like the senator always has.

He’s after my boys, I can’t forget. My beautiful, smart, amazing boys.

Perhaps the best thing to do is disappear.

Just sink into the night and fade, never to return and go somewhere else—be someone else. Cut and dye my hair, change my name. I can start working in a nice, quiet library in a tiny, never heard of town.

But I’d never forgive myself if something happened to the boys.

The senator could swoop in and arrest them—and even kill them.

I don’t know what to do. My stomach is clenched up in awful knots, and I’m having trouble sleeping and eating. I know I have to do something.

I should leave them. Maybe disappear, but instead of running, I stay close.

Wait for the senator to make his move. Get some dirt on him.

No matter what I decide, it’s all just going to come down to when—before or after the gala? We’ve worked so hard on it, and so many will benefit.

I don’t think I can just walk away from it. Despite the reek of danger that’s trailing at my heels right now, I want to believe I can pull off this event.

Still, I don’t want to give the boys the satisfaction of kicking me out. I don’t want to see my replacement. I don’t think I can take it.

I’m pacing the wide, long hallways of the mansion, thinking about all my trauma, but mostly thinking about the boys. Quick grins, sparkling eyes, hard cocks. The magnificent delight of being pinned between two hard bodies while another teases me.

My passion has never been met before. I feel loved and satisfied for the first time. At the very thought of walking away from this, my eyes tear up and my hands tremble.

There’s a knock on the main doors.

Luckily, I wasn’t far away, or I might not have heard it. It could be a special delivery or something to do with the gala. I hurry to open it.

The first thing I see is a mass of red roses. A young and smartly-dressed delivery boy pokes his head around the bouquet and smiles at me.

“Sofia?”

His voice is young and light. He’s not from a delivery company; he’s from a private outfit. Very upscale.

The roses are some of the finest I’ve ever seen. They would’ve been cut from the branch early this morning. Deep and red—roses of exquisite detail.

“Yes, I’m Sofia.”

I step forward and sign the small screen he pokes out under the bouquet and hands the large bunch to me. I thank him and turn away, walking slowly back into the house.

I go into the kitchen and place the roses on the counter. This is such an expensive gift—it has the brothers written all over it. This is exactly the kind of thing they would do.

All of them have a taste for finer things and always attend to details. I can feel my smile breaking out all over my face as I touch the petals gently, breathing in their sweet scent.

The anxiety in my chest loosens, and I feel reassured, suddenly.

They went to all this trouble just to cheer me up. Maybe I’m being paranoid, and they don’t want me to leave, after all. I see the small card tucked into the edge and snatch it out, quickly opening it.

Dearest Sofia,

Please meet me, your long time admirer. I promise you a very special surprise.

It also comes with a special set of directions for my cab driver. Secret location!

I’m so overjoyed I can’t stand still. All this time, I had nothing to worry about.

I wonder what they’ve planned. Probably some wonderful food and wine, maybe a campfire. I think about the four of us lit by warm glowing flames and icy moonlight.

I feel an ache deep between my legs.

I know I’m grinning like a fool, but at least there’s no one around to see.

I hurry back to my room to get ready and stand in front of the closet, running my hands over my clothes. I must pick something classy, but sexy.

Something to get them in the mood.