The Kings of Whitehaven Her Keepers by Stacy Rush

Chapter 5 

I come to the dining room for supper and I’m not quite sure where to sit. I’m the first to appear, so rather than pissing any of the Kings off by sitting in the wrong seat, I wait until they come in and tell me where they want me. The dining room table is big, sitting up to twelve people but I know that wherever I choose to sit, one of them will have a say about it. No, I will wait like the good girl they want me to be, insert eyeroll. 

I hear them before I see them, and I try my hardest to mentally prepare myself for whatever abuse they have planned for me. For some reason, I get a funny feeling in the pit of my stomach at the thought of them manhandling me. It’s not a feeling that I should be feeling, not with them. Granted, they are all hot as hell and built like Gods, but the amount of sin that drips from each of them should be enough to make me run far away but instead, I’m like a moth to a flame, they draw me in closer even though I know I will be burned. 

“Ah, Kammy is already here. You owe me ten bucks, pay up.” Garrett holds his hand out to Trip as he winks at me, “This dumb dick bet me that you wouldn’t show up, that you would be too chicken to show your face, but I knew you would be here,” Garrett runs his fingers through my hair gently then grips it just a little as he leans in, “because you want to be a good girl for us, don’t you?” 

Something drips between my legs as I take in his closeness, “Yes, Garrett, I want to be good.” I say as I stare into his hazel eyes. 

His smile seems genuine as he releases my hair and caresses it once more, “See Trip, you’re wrong about her. She’s not going to cause us any problems.” He then pulls out a chair and has me sit while he takes the seat right beside me. If I were to have to choose one of them to be 

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the lesser of all evils, it would have to be Garrett at this point, but I really don’t know the guy, it could all be an act with him, to get me to earn his trust. 

Xander takes the seat at the head of the table with Trip sitting to his left and Garrett to his right, and I’m now on Garrett’s right side, “So, Kammy, who did you piss off enough to send you a threatening letter?” Garrett asks just as the staff starts to bring the food. 

“I honestly don’t know. Aside from you three, I’ve kept to myself, I only have one other person that I’ve talked since moving here and I know it isn’t her.” 

“Who is this other person?” Xander asks as he forks some green beans from his plate. 

I glance between both him and Garrett, “Paxtyn.” 

Xander stops chewing as he looks up at me and then over to Garrett. They exchange some kind of message and then Xander swallows his food, “You’re right. It wouldn’t be her. She doesn’t have it in her to threaten anyone.” 

If his responses don’t surprise me then I don’t know what will. I thought for sure he would order me to stay away from her, but instead, it’s almost like he’s approving my friendship status with her. I don’t anything else as I dig into my own food. 

“It wouldn’t be anyone from your past, would it? Someone that’s just trying to scare you, someone from Hillcrest?” Garrett asks. 

I shake my head no, “I had no enemies there, I got along with everyone.” At least I did before the social media page went up. 

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It’s almost as if Trip knew what I was thinking because he brings it up right after my last statement, “You know why we had to put up the 

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page, don’t you?” 

I stare at him, and then shake my head, “No, I don’t know why my brother and his friends decided to humiliate me on social media like that.” 

A loud bang has me jumping in my chair until I realize that it was Xander’s hand hitting the table, “I am not your brother!” He says through gritted teeth. 

“I–I’m sorry. It just slipped.” 

“Well, see that it doesn’t slip again.” 

“Yes, Xander.” 

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“Well, let me explain it to you then, Red,” Trip says as he goes back to talking about the page, and I’m beginning to think that he is the one that made it to begin with, “You did us an injustice by sticking your where it didn’t belong. You thought you were helping that slut, but you were only hurting yourself. We had to teach you a lesson. The page will remain up and whenever you displease us, another one of your diary entries will be posted.” 

I close my eyes and swallow hard. I’m beginning to realize that by allowing my mother a taste of happiness again, I put my own on the back burner. I don’t know if I will ever be able to come out of this the same person. I am truly stuck in this hell that I now call my life, and these three men are my jailers. No, scratch that, they are my Keepers. They run my life now; it is no longer my own. In order to keep their protection from whoever is out to get me, I must allow them to run roughshod over my life. I have no rights, I can’t voice my opinions, and my feelings, well, my feelings mean nothing to these three. 

I feel a hand rub up and down my thigh and I glance over at Garrett, “She will be a good girl, so no more entries go up, won’t you, Kammy 

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girl?” He doesn’t bother looking at me, but he does put a bit of pressure on my leg when I don’t answer right away. 

“Yes, Garrett, I will be good.” 

“See, Trip. There is no need to bring up that humiliating page anymore. She is now aware of what will happen if she steps out of line.” Garrett gives me a cheeky smile before going back to eating. 

He may be the lesser of evils but he’s still evil and he has a slick way of doing it. Trying to show me his softer side but always allowing his true colors to shine through, giving his motives away. Take now for 

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instance, he’s trying to be nice but then squeezes my leg when I don’t right away. Yeah, I’d rather them show their true feelings, so at least I know where I stand with them. 

When dinner is over and I go to leave, so I can start on my homework, Xander stops me, “We want you to join us in the family room this evening.” 

My heart begins to race, “May I bring my homework to work on?” 

“Whatever, just hurry up and meet us in there in five minutes.” He dismisses me with a wave of his hand. 

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