Room One Hundred and Seven: Catch and Claim by Ember Davis

KIRBY
For ten years I’ve been running—from the trauma I endured and the memories that haunt me, from a time in my life I would much rather forget. Since my life was turned upside down, nothing has been the same. I’ll never feel truly free or clean which is why I crave control and keep running.
I’m back in Seattle for the first time since I started running and the last people I expect to run across are three of the men who saved me. They don’t look at me like I’m the broken mess I know I am. They look at me like I’m the steel I pretend to be, but it’s clear they want me to bend to their will.
If they can catch me, I’ll let them claim me. They saved me once, maybe they can help me, finally, heal.

HENDRIX
The military made me into who I am and gave me two men, two brothers, who will always have my back. Everything changed ten years ago, when we helped to take down a trafficking ring because the victims’ trauma gave us a purpose beyond the mercenary contracts we take. The eyes of the women traumatized by those men who only saw dollar signs all those years ago still haunt me.
If I ever see her again, I’ll catch her and never let her go.

WOLFE
Growing up, I thought I’d follow my blood brother anywhere, but joining the military brought Hendrix and Dominic into my life while giving me a different path to walk. We would walk through fire for each other and have. Becoming civilians wasn’t easy, but we have skills people are willing to pay for. What we’re paid doesn’t make up for what we’ve been missing in our lives; only she can. I’ve kept an eye on Kirby, ensuring her safety while she coped with her past.
It’s time for her to stop running and give us her darkness because our souls can bear it; she’ll fight us, but her light is ours and we’ve waited long enough.

DOMINIC
Not having her, never even knowing her name until we found her again, has made the last ten years almost unbearable. The only thing that helped was helping to save others from horrors Kirby experienced, and letting the darkness of my soul wreak havoc on our jobs. I don’t need to tell my brothers what it means to have found our woman in the city she ran from ten years ago.
She never stopped running, but we’ll give chase and then we’ll claim her before giving her a home.