The experience with Rudy had been scary, but Beatrice didn't have any dark thoughts. Perhaps it was because she knew that they would be coming; and that the moment she was in Yuri's arms, she felt safe.

Even if they were the mafia, Yuri was right to say that they were still who they are. They treated her well and they loved her unconditionally. They had found her and saved her.

Any lingering doubts she had about them vanished at that moment.

Loving someone meant you accepted all of them: the good, and the bad.

They may be dangerous, but she felt safe with them.

Grandpa Anton poked his head in at that moment, asking, "Is everything all right?"

"Yes, Grandpa," Beatrice said with a smile.

The twins didn't move, not wanting to give up their precious position. They had almost lost her. Luckily, she had not left them because of it.

The twins groaned when Grandpa Anton smacked the back of their heads, "Get up, fools. Treat her injuries."

The twins got up and looked at what Grandpa Anton was holding in his hands.

Two hard-boiled eggs.

Grandpa Anton gave one egg to each twin and smiled widely, "Remember to rub the egg gently over the bruise to ease the blood circulation. Do it well, you hear?"

The twins nodded obediently.

When Grandpa Anton left, the twins looked at each other and then started eating the eggs.

"I'll go get the ice packs," Yuri said after finishing his egg.

Zack was still chewing his when he suddenly remembered. He swallowed, cleared his mouth, and then said to Beatrice, "Sorry, did you want the egg? I'll boil more if you do."

Beatrice shook her head, "No, not at all. But what is it with the egg?"

"Grandpa has all these home remedies that he swears by," Zack explained, "But they're mostly just old-wives tales. This is one of the better ones. The worst is putting butter or toothpaste on burns."

Beatrice laughed softly at that, "Then it's a good thing I didn't get cut."

Zack, however, didn't laugh or smile and he looked utterly devastated, "You should never have been caught in the first place. We failed in protecting you."

"You can only do your best, Zack," Beatrice said.

"But our best wasn't good enough! We should have …" Zack started, the anguish clear on his face and voice.

Beatrice grabbed his shirt collar and pulled him closer, kissing him on the lips to shut him up.

Zack was so surprised that he didn't react at first, but when he felt her tongue enter his mouth … suffice to say, he didn't hold back either though he did let Beatrice lead. After the last time, he wasn't going to risk being punished.

Though it really was getting damn hard to resist pushing her down and doing more.

Beatrice finally broke the kiss, leaving the both of them breathless as she said, kissing him one final time on the lips, "Enough. Just make it up to me for the rest of your life."

Wait.

What did she just say??

Why did that sound like a proposal??

Beatrice blinked rapidly, just like Zack did, and they heard something fall behind them. It was Yuri, staring at them while the ice packs were on the floor.

"YES!" the twins shouted happily, "We will!!"

No, wait. That wasn't what she meant … but … ah, to heck with it.

She had said those words without thinking and obviously, it reflected her heart. Yuri came over then, after picking up the ice packs and she pulled him closer and kissed him, just like how she had kissed Zack.

It was as if she was sealing the deal.

Just as the twins were over the moon, Beatrice then said, "But you have to get my father's permission first."

Oh. Oh yeah.

They haven't done the 'meet the parents' yet.

And Beatrice was an only child.

Suddenly, the task seemed daunting. Not that they weren't willing to go through it, but it felt like it was going to be the toughest mission *ever*.

"Of course we will," Zack said, "Once you're all better, we'll go and see your father about getting your hand in marriage."

Yuri tenderly placed the ice pack over her bruises, "This may sting a little, and be a little bit numb, but it will reduce the internal bleeding. We have some ointments as well that needs to be massaged in so that your skin will heal well."

"Does it look that bad?" Beatrice asked as they took care of her face.

"The bruises do," Zack replied, "But you're still as beautiful as ever."

"Luckily it's the weekend then. Hopefully, it won't look too bad on Monday when I get back to work," Beatrice said.

"You can't go to work! You should rest for a couple of weeks, at least," Zack protested.

"I agree," Yuri said.

"It's just my face that is bruised," Beatrice said, "I'm not sick or anything."

"You may have a slight concussion," Yuri said, "It's best you just rest here. We'll take care of you."

"No, I am fine," Beatrice replied, adamant.

"Three days," Yuri said in compromise, "At least to make sure you really don't have a concussion. And don't worry. I'll take your place in the meantime."

"It's settled," Zack said, "In this matter, please, just let us handle it, okay?"

Beatrice sighed, and leaned back on the pillows, "Fine. You have a point. Three days."

Yuri was satisfied with that. He would use the days to try and persuade her to take more days off. One day at a time.

Beatrice thought, as the twins continued their gentle care for her, that it wouldn't be too bad to take a few days off and be pampered like this. It's not like the company would burn down or Kyle would be like a headless chicken if she's not there.

She had all the files arranged so anyone who took over while she's on leave would not be left in the lurch. If Yuri was the one that was handling it, Beatrice was much more assured about it as she had no doubt about Yuri's capabilities.

Beatrice didn't think that she was indispensable to the company, but she was just the type that couldn't let go unless she really couldn't do it. Which wasn't often.

This aspect of her was both a bane and a boon. She tended to overwork at times, though to her, it wasn't overworking. Her parents, though, were of a different opinion. At the rate their daughter worked, they didn't think they'd ever be able to see a husband, let alone grandkids.

Beatrice smiled at that thought.

In a way, she was kind of looking forward to her parents meeting the twins. She could imagine their reaction.

Oh, and another thing she was going to quite enjoy … the look on her neighbour's faces when the twins came over. She had already been labeled a shrew, a shriveled old woman that was too uptight and undesirable for anyone to want to marry.

It may be a petty thing, or even childish, but Beatrice certainly would enjoy rubbing their faces with the twins' display of affection towards her.

With that thought, Beatrice settled down and pushed the thoughts of Rudy and the two girls out of her mind. The twins had said they would settle it and she left it at that. Knowing that they were on the other side of the law, she had no qualms about leaving their fates to the twins rather than the law.

She may be straight-laced and law-abiding, but she wasn't naive nor stupid.

Although Beatrice didn't have trauma from the experience, nonetheless, Beatrice found herself getting quite dependant on the twins.

In the sense that she needed at least one of them by her side at night. It wasn't that she had nightmares, or that she was scared … but she just didn't like not having someone beside her.

It had to be the twins, for it was only their presence that would calm her and settle her down. Perhaps she really had been traumatised subconsciously, and as the twins were the ones who rescued her, she naturally would calm down with them.

To be honest, Beatrice didn't care about the reason anymore.

Overthinking it just gave her a headache. She decided, that, with the twins, she'd just let her feelings dictate her actions.

Of course, the twins were more than happy to stay by her side. They didn't do anything, other than sleep with her, cuddling her inbetween them and falling asleep together.

To them, it was a dream come true.

As for Rudy and the girls?

After one week of almost non-stop f*cking session, the three of them were barely hanging on, nearly burnt out.

Rudy experienced the severe withdrawal symptoms and they let him be. They simply chained him to the bed with an IV drip to keep him alive while he basically screamed till the day he died from his heart giving out.

Rudy had the better end.

The girls were still alive … if you could call it that.

They were dumped at the 'Pleasure Palace' which, as you know from the extremely innovative name, was for the pleasures of the flesh.

However, it was not your normal brothel.

It was a place that catered to your every fancy, whatever it may be. Things that were seen as 'unusual' or 'wrong', was normal at Pleasure Palace. It ranged from the mild things like BDSM to extreme things such as necrophilia.

You can participate, or you can watch.

Whatever your fantasy, Pleasure Palace will do their best to fulfill.

The place was filled with two types of 'employees'. One, those who genuinely wanted to work there and was paid. And two, those who had either betrayed the organisation or broke the rules.

The girls, obviously, fell into the latter category.

Their fate?

To be placed in the 'Bestiality' section, specifically, the 'viewing' section. In short, people paid to watch the girls being f*cked by animals.

Since they acted like animals, it was only fitting that they were treated like animals.