Her Three Protectors [The Hot Millionaires #3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Zara Chase Read Free Book Online Page B

Troy?”
    “All those gadgets in the study. He’s the cyber prince. Keeps all our communications up to date, amongst other things.”
    “Yes.” Porcha smiled. “I can imagine him being at home doing all that stuff. He’s a bit of a control freak, isn’t he?”
    “We all are, babe. Goes with the territory.” He turned his attention back to his cooking. “You were telling me about Georgio and his wife.”
    “Well, he brought his Maria to London because the best specialist in the world at the time was based there. I looked after her in the private clinic he checked her into, and we hit it off from the word go . So, when Georgio brought her back to the States, knowing she didn’t have much time left, he asked me to come, too, as her private nurse.” Porcha paused to take a sip of her wine. “I was in a bit of a rut at the time. I couldn’t shake off a persistent bloke who wouldn’t accept our relationship was going nowhere, and so I decided a trip to the States was just what I needed.”
    “How long did Maria last?”
    “Six months.”
    “We wondered why he got out of the mercenary business and came on home.” Adam sighed. “He should have told us.”
    “He probably didn’t want to distract you.”
    “Yeah, that would be it. Anyway, at least he set up his security business and we had something to come home to.”
    “My relationship with Georgio was never sexual, in case you’re wondering. More father and daughter, I guess, but I know a lot of people thought there was more to it than that. He wanted me to stay on with him after Maria went, but I couldn’t do that. There was a big wide world out there, I was only twenty-two—”
    “How long ago was this?”
    “Just over three years. Anyway, I fancied Mexico. Georgio knew someone with a club down there, a respectable nightclub if that’s not a misnomer. He got me a job as a hostess, meeting and greeting the punters.”
    “And let me guess,” said a voice from the doorway, “that’s where you met your husband.
    They both turned to see Troy standing there, unsure how long he’d been listening. He was wearing long shorts, a clean shirt, and was freshly shaved. Adam tossed him a beer, which he caught one-handed, and he popped the tab.
    “Yes, that’s where I met Sal.”
    “Save the rest of it until Beck gets back,” Troy advised. “He shouldn’t be long.”
    They heard his key in the door at that moment, and he staggered in, loaded down with supermarket bags. The guys decanted his purchases and stacked everything neatly in the cupboards. Shortly after that, they sat to eat the meal Adam had produced remarkably quickly. It was really good, and Porcha told him so.
    “Ah, some appreciation for my talents at last!”
    “You seem to have regained your appetite,” Beck said, laughing at her empty plate. “What happened to the shit-scared woman we met this time yesterday?”
    She grinned at each of them in turn. “She got some sleep, she got laid, and now she’s just mad as hell, thirsting for revenge.”
    “Atagirl!” Beck said for them all.
    “Where did you learn to handle a gun?” Troy asked.
    “Same place I learned self-defence. Sal insisted. I spent hours on the range until I hit the centre of the target every time. I spent even more hours taking private karate lessons.” She shared another grin between them all. “Just so you know, I can handle myself, so don’t hack me off.”
    “Ah, baby, I’m sure you can,” Beck said, fluttering his brows. “But can you handle us?”
    The guys stood up and cleared the plates away, their movements swift and economical, always seeming to know where the others were. Porcha watched them in admiration, feeling safe and cherished. She knew she was about to tell them everything—all the intimate details of her humiliation at Sal’s hands—sensing it was the right thing to do. Sal was dead. He couldn’t come back and chastise her for anything. Even he couldn’t control her thoughts from beyond