Room Eight: Cinched Up Tight

FLEUR
They never saw me, no matter how much I wanted them to. After growing up around the Guidice brothers, I fell in love with them, but they only saw me as their sister’s best friend. Just like the brothers of the DSMC have only seen me as the club princess. I’m tired of not being seen.

I found a place to play and find myself, but I keep it a secret because the overbearing men in my life don’t need to know. When the Guidice brothers find out, they track me down and give me a night I’ll never forget. They cinch me up in corsets and ribbons, bringing back all the feelings I buried, but it doesn’t change anything. They still don’t see me.

Everything goes wrong when a man I played with does see me, except only what he wants to see. I become his obsession. Leo, Gio, and Rocco come to my rescue, but is it because they feel obligated? When everything comes crashing down around me, who will still be at my side?

LEONARDO
I can’t lose focus on the family because the threats to the Guidice family are real and need to be neutralized. Except, for the first time, I’m distracted by Fleur. It’s like I’m seeing her for the first time. I’m not the only one distracted by her either. Finding out she’s so much more than my brothers and I ever realized leads to a night of indulgence, but then what will happen?

GIOVANNI
Fleur has been hard not to notice, but she’s always been untouchable. Until she isn’t and we find out there is so much more to her than we ever thought. After giving into temptation, one night with her will never be enough. As danger looms, she’ll have to trust me and my brothers, even though we haven’t earned it. But we will. Then we’ll claim her as our own because no one touches what is ours.

ROCCO
I’m used to threats and danger, it comes with the territory as a Guidice. Having those things touch Fleur is unacceptable. I thought, inevitably, we would be the ones bringing danger to her doorstep, but it’s her light instead. I’ll walk through fire for her with my brothers at my side. Now that we’ve had a taste of her and dressed her up as our little doll, there’s no going back. The blood we shed to neutralize the threat to our woman is a testament to our devotion. We’re never letting her go.