The Dollhouse Society: Isabelle (New Adult BDSM Erotica) by Eden Myles Page B

seem to make heads or tails of his situation.
    “Where do you think you’re going?” Damian asked with a cruel, lopsided smile on his face. He was carrying a tire iron from the garage, slapping the heavy piece of iron against his open palm.
    Clark turned, looking for an escape , but then immediately stopped as Dorian closed the distance between them, forcing Clark to back up closer to Damian. To anyone else looking on, the men were completely alike, but after spending so much time with them both, I could tell them easily apart.
    Dorian didn’t have a weapon, but both big fists were clenched, and he looked capable of murder. If I were Clark, I would have taken my chances with Damian, tire iron or no tire iron. But the sight of Damian’s predatory smirk made him back up until he was practically within reach of Dorian. Bad move on his part.
    Clark raised his hands. “My dad’s rich. He owns the police.”
    Damian quirked an eyebrow. “Hey, bro, we put a couple of cops’ faces back together pro bono after that accident last year, didn’t we?”
    “We did indeed,” Dorian drawled. “You might even say the police owe us one.” Dorian reached out one long arm and clenched the back of Clark’s neck, sending the smaller man to his knees with a scream. He nodded to Damian, and Damian lifted the tired iron.
    Both brothers laid into him at once.
    ***
    I was sitting up in one of the big, comfy beds in the Michaels brothers’ convalescence hall, watching an old movie on the TV in the corner of the room, when Stef peeked in the half-open door. “Iz?” he said.
    I switched off the TV with the remote and said, “Stef!”
    He came over and gave me a huge, tight hug, then set the bouquet of yellow roses he’d brought me on the bedside table. “How are you feeling, Izzy Pop?”
    “A little woozy,” I admitted. “But Damian said the anesthetic might do that. I was under a long time while Dorian fixed this.” I indicated the bandaged right side of my face.
    After the police and EMT’s had arrived to pick up the battered and broken Clark, one of the First Responders had insisted I go back to the hospital to have my wound assessed and dressed, but Dorian and Damian had stepped in and insisted I go back with them so Dorian could fix my face.
    At first, I was a little worried that the police would insist on normal procedure, but apparently the Michaels brothers wielded far more power than even I was aware of, and with just a single, brief call to the Police Commissioner I was suddenly being ushered into my lovers’ limo and being whiskered back to the house so Dorian could perform midnight surgery.
    It had taken half the night, but he’d promised me the surgery was so successful, I wouldn’ t even have a scar when the bandages came off in a few days.
    “ I get that the Michaels brothers are connected to the police. The only thing I don’t understand, and that they won’t tell me, is how they knew I’d be at the college at that hour,” I told him.
    Stef blushed. “They don’t want to tell you because they’re afraid you’ll get pissed at me.” He cleared his throat. “After I heard on voicemail that you’d gone to pick up Myles—who, by the way, had already been picked up by his sister—I got so mad at you for putting yourself in danger, I called them and told them everything about what happened to you. I told them I didn’t feel good about you being out there alone on campus with that shithead Clark still on the loose. I was hoping they’d talk some sense into you, because I sure knew you wouldn’t listen to me.”
    “But how did you know about Clark in the first place? That he’d come back?”
    Stef pulled a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket. It was the note that Clark had written, threatening me and my grandmother, the one I’d thought I’d thrown out weeks ago. “I found this in your trash when we had that pizza night a few weeks back. You should hang onto it. It’s police evidence