Free Cadence of Love by Willow Brooke Page B

women or children being mistreated. We may have just met, Alaina. But you and that little girl are a part of our life no matter what.” He leaned over and kissed her on the lips. A demanding, desperate kiss that left her weak in the knees and made her glad she was sitting. When he pulled back, he flipped open his phone. After punching a few buttons in what she could only assume was a text, he quickly pecked her on the cheek and opened the door. “I will be right back. I know you are freaking out, and I wouldn’t expect anything less. But just know that you have your own personal army now.” He hopped out, swinging the door behind him and disappeared into the building.
    Alaina couldn’t think. She had went from one tragedy to another in less than twenty-four hours. To top it off, there was not one but two sexy-as-hell in a breadbasket men who seemed to be interested in her…and kissed her. The only threesome relationships she had ever seen were on pornos, and were nothing like this. For one, they hadn’t just tried to get her to their hotel room for a quick romp, then be done with it. This was odd, and yet somehow seemed kind of…nice.
    Before her quick thoughts continued, a group of muscled, frightening, intimidating badasses flooded through the doors. There were at least five of them, all in cargo pants, toting black duffel bags. It looked like something off a movie with Duane Johnson and Vin Diesel, only these boys made them look like wimps. As they all walked up to the truck, she noticed a female amongst them. The woman had the most gorgeous eyes she had ever seen. They appeared to be a deep turquoise, like the depths of the sea. Her long dark hair was pulled into a high ponytail and was braided down her back. She was clad in the same black cargo pants and sported a black tank top that hugged her large breasts and showed every rippled bump of her abs. Women can look like that? Alaina gasped. She was gorgeous, and still looked like she could beat the shit out of every guy here.
    Brody walked over to the passenger side door and opened it, offering her his hand. She reached for it and slid out, unsure as to what to say or do around the group. They all stood and just stared at her, making her want to crawl in a hole. Thankfully, he wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pointed to the closest man.
    His head was shaved bald, making his green eyes stand out like beacons. He was tall like Brody and Leland, standing a good six four and weighing in at a good two-thirty. “This first character here is Zane Monroe. We call him Hulk.”
    The guy reached out a very muscled arm, then swallowed her hand in his rather large one for a quick shake. “Nice to meet you. Is Hulk because you are huge and your eyes are green?” Alaina asked innocently.
    “Nope. It’s because you won’t like Hulk when he’s angry.” Zane grinned, revealing the whitest smile she had ever seen. She grinned back, loving the playfulness in his persona.
    Brody pointed to the man on his left, who had sandy brown hair. He was built the same, showing hours and hours of gym time, or physical training, or both. He was only an inch or two shorter than the first, and when he made eye contact, she almost gasped. His eyes were almost golden in color. It was the coolest thing she had ever seen in her life. He lowered his lashes and quirked the side of his mouth in a cocky grin, giving her a flirtatious wink. “That pussy there is Wesley Newman, or Romeo for obvious reasons. He has been known to charm the panties off a whole sorority in one night.”
    His smirk morphed into a cocky, cheesy grin. “Delta Kappa Fi, and it was less than four hours.” She laughed. He was definitely the playboy of them all—that was for sure.
    “Next we have Drake Shields, or as we call him, Dracula.” When Alaina followed his finger, she had expected to see a resemblance of a vampire or something gothic. What met her was a brown haired, brown-eyed surfer type standing close to