He cheated i chose two firefighters novel Chapter 176

Chapter 176 Uncle Griffin

Natalie’s POV

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Once I’m back on the road, I push hard toward the cabin. The cold bites sharply, and the air feels brutally frigid. I get the sense snow is coming soon. I can almost smell it in the wind. I take a turn where a small sign is nailed to a post, reading Griffin’s Cabin, then the number 2, and then the word miles. A smile spreads across my face. Uncle Griffin is my dad’s brother. My father dies when I am eight. A massive heart attack takes him without warning. Sometimes I think he simply gives up and finally escapes my mother’s constant nagging, even though that’s only my own bitter thought. She is never satisfied with him either. Most of what I remember is her screaming, and him throwing his hands up while shouting, “I give up!”

Uncle Griffin lives like a recluse. My mother once tells me some woman shatters his heart, and after that he shuts himself off from everyone. Everyone except me. Once a year, he sends me a letter, and later on he switches to email. He calls me his Nat bug. He treats me like his steady little companion, the one person who brings him news from the outside world. That continues until two years ago, when our designated date arrives and no email shows up. I immediately know something is wrong. I call the local sheriff’s office and request a welfare check. My gut is right. He is gone. He passes away in his sleep. Two weeks later, the will is read, and he leaves his cabin to me.

I pull up in front of the cabin and release a long, heavy breath. It still takes my breath away with how beautiful it is. The cabin stands two stories tall built with so much wood and glass that it almost glows. The windows are enormo Chapter Unlocked, Enjoy Reading! along with the store bags, and haul everything up to the door. I have a set of keys, and I unlock it. The clean scent of citrus drifts toward me, and I draw in a deep inhale. Chloe and Jared, just as they promise, keep everything spotless and fully stocked. Inside, everything is modern. Uncle Griffin may have kept to himself, but he never gives up comfort.

The entire space is wide open. The only enclosed area is the downstairs bathroom, surrounded by its own walls. From memory, I already know what is inside: a rainfall shower large enough for six people, a toilet, and a massive vanity space with a deep farmer’s sink. A spiral staircase rises on the left side of the living area. It leads up to the loft, where an enormous bed waits. A fireplace sits up there too, paired with an authentic bear rug. A dresser rests nearby, along with an old–fashioned wardrobe and two bedside tables.

I scan the living area below, where a second fireplace sits beside another authentic black bear rug. To the left of the living space is a huge kitchen, complete with shiny chrome appliances and a wide marble island. Next to the kitchen is the dining area, holding a rectangular black table surrounded by eight chairs. Hanging from the tall ceiling is an enormous chandelier made of glass, metal, and wood. My shoulders loosen, and I can feel myself finally unwind now that I am here. This cabin will be the perfect place to disappear for a while and figure out what I’m going to do next. I don’t believe I can stay in Florida. I can’t be near Dylan and, through him, stay close to Clayton and Logan. If I ever run into any of them, I know I will fall apart and beg them to want me.

I sink into the large, rounded, cushioned reading chair and power on my phone. The screen instantly erupts, buzzing and chiming as notification after notification pours in. The first ten alerts all come from Dylan, and I decide I’m not opening his messages yet. Instead, I tap on Scar’s text, where she asks whether I make it to the cabin. I reply right away, telling her that I arrive safely. After that, I notice

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a message from my former boss, Jenson. He is asking me to return because his magazine is collapsing without me. Naturally it is–my writing pulls in readers, and readers bring revenue. Two messages sit there from unknown numbers, but before I read them, I draw in a slow, steady breath and finally open Dylan’s texts.

“My Italian Stallion: Baby, where are you–where did you go? I wake up and you’re gone.”

“My Italian Stallion: Nat, little mama, why do you vanish like this? Is this because of last night? I am so sorry–I don’t mean to laugh. I’m not laughing at you, I’m laughing because you have it all wrong. My brothers want you as much as I do. I screw up. I should have told you everything.”

“My Italian Stallion: Natalie, you’re scaring me. Please text me back. I will explain everything, baby- please.”

“MY Italian Stallion: Scar says you leave. She refuses to tell me where you go, but that’s fine–I’m going to find you. And it isn’t only me, baby. Clayton and Logan are coming too.”

“My Italian Stallion: You can run, baby. It might take us a while, but we always chase you down.”

“My Italian Stallion: Come out, come out, wherever you are… Tick Tock–we have all the time in the world.”

“My Italian Stallion: I miss you. I miss how you feel, I miss how you taste. I miss the heat of your tight, wet, cunt gripping my cock hard as steel. I’m hard right now, baby. I stroke myself while I stare at your pictures. And just so you know, I give those pictures to Logan and Clayton a while ago. They both use them for their own pleasure. I hear them every night roaring your name when they cum. We’re coming, baby.”

“My Italian Stallion: I dream of you last night. We have you tied down. We punish you for running. I’m fucking your face while Clayton eats your pretty pussy and Logan fucks your tits. We keep you from release, edging you for hours. You like that, baby?”

“My Italian Stallion: I get granted long–term leave, Clayton takes the next month off, and Logan puts in for a three–month leave–and it gets approved. Guess what that means….”

“My Italian Stallion:” Video of him, Logan, and Clayton driving in his truck. Logan stares into the phone with a stoic expression. I have never seen him without a smile. The camera swings to Clayton. His scowl looks brutal, and his eyes burn. Then the phone turns, and Dylan faces the lens. “Time’s up, baby….”

I lower the phone into my lap. My eyebrows pinch together in a deep frown. There is no chance they know where I am. And why would Logan and Clayton be coming at all? I scroll upward and read the messages again. What does he mean when he says his brothers want me too? That can’t be true. They never show any interest in me. Either way, it doesn’t matter–they aren’t finding me until I decide I’m ready.

I lift my phone again and open the first text from an unfamiliar number.

“Unknown: We’re coming, pumpkin. I’m furious you run before giving me a chance to taste you. It isn’t right that Dylan is the only one who gets your delicious cream on his tongue. We share everything, Nat. Soon I’m fucking you with my tongue buried deep in that sweet cunt of yours. I jerk off to your photo last night. I catch my load in my boxers. I wish it’s inside you. See you soon, pumpkin.”

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My breathing turns rough, dragging in and out of my chest like a saw cutting through wood. I tap the second unknown message.

“Unknown: I’m going to fuck your pussy raw–just you and me, no barrier. I want my cum spilling out of you. Then I’m going to eat you out and collect every drop in my mouth. After, I’m going to kiss you so you taste us together. Because it’s always going to be you and me, Angel. Because no matter what happens, you’re mine and I’m yours. You just don’t know it yet. I’m also going to spank that ass red. I can’t wait.”

Holy shit. What am I getting myself into?

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