My Three Mates

Abby's POV

I rushed into work with my hair down, covering the big bruise he gave me this morning. I clocked in and ran to the bathroom to meet up with my friend Daisy Morgan. She knew what happened and how often my dick of a husband beat me. She was waiting with a makeup bag to help me cover the bruises that lined my face and neck.

"Sweetie, you need to leave before he kills you," she said.

I sighed.

"I tried, he always finds me and the beatings get worse. I'm so afraid he will start on the girls next," I mumbled, blinking back tears.

He is my husband Mark Smith, and my name is Abby Smith. We've been married for twenty years and have two teenage daughters. I have worked at Cooper Co. for twelve years and none of my bosses know the hell I endure or the horrible home life I lead.

My husband beats me almost daily, and I take it because he said he would hurt my girls if I resisted. A knock on the bathroom door made us jump, and a whimper left my mouth.

"Abby, are you in there?"

Shit, my boss Jake Cooper was knocking and demanding I come out. He knew, I thought sadly. I failed to hide it.

"Open up right fucking now, or I will kick the door down," he growled.

I whimpered in fear. Daisy opened the door, and a very pissed-off Jake stood there, breathing heavily and pointing at my bruised face and jaw. My neck had fingerprint marks, and he growled more.

When he advanced, I cowered in fear. Realizing I was scared, he stopped. Soon we were joined by his brothers, the other two Cooper bosses, Matt and Jared. The three triplets that run Cooper Co.

All three are gorgeous and way out of my league, but a girl can fantasize at least. They look like Greek gods to me, and their muscles are incredible. I gulped as I looked up at them, scared. Jake touched my face, and I hissed because it still hurt a lot. He snatched onto my wrist and yanked me from the bathroom with no choice but to follow him to his office.

"Who hurt you, Abby? Was it that worthless piece of shit husband?"

I stood there shaking and intimidated. When his grey-blue eyes landed on my face, I averted eye contact and just nodded. Matt softly touched my shoulder, and I whimpered in pain.

Jared pulled at my blouse, revealing a very bruised upper back and shoulder. I got a nasty beating this weekend because I refused him sex. Let's face it, he got off; I never did, and it was a disappointing five seconds of my life.

Sex with my husband was always one-sided and unenjoyable. The most it lasted was two minutes, and he passed out while I had to finish and clean up. Jake growled again, and my attention snapped back to him.

"Where else, Abby?"

I gulped and pulled up my skirt. My upper thighs were badly bruised. Jake hit the desk, causing me to jump in fear and shrink back.

"Knock it off," Jared warned. "She is scared enough. Calm down, brother. I am sure Abby can explain why it looks like she lost a boxing match."

Tears filled my eyes as I looked up at my bosses, taking in how huge they really were. All three towered over me. Some tears slipped as Matt gently hugged me and carefully rubbed my back.

I was so tired of being afraid and living in constant fear every day. It all spilled out, and the more I told, the angrier the three of them got. By the time I was done, I was sitting in Jake's lap. Matt and Jared were gone, and his office door was shut and locked, something he had never done before.

Moments later, he sat me down and unlocked the door. A cop walked in after knocking, and behind him were my mom and my girls. Jake stayed with me after sending my kids home with my mom. My injuries were documented and added to Daisy's.

Yeah, we kept documenting evidence so I could divorce him with no issues, but fear made me stay. My mom called, and with a promise to tell all, she said the girls would be safe, and I could relax and think of my next steps. After the police report and all the evidence was gathered, I was alone with Jake. He kept looking down at me while I twisted my hands together nervously. He sighed and pulled me up and into his arms. Now, this felt nice and strangely comforting. I wiped tears as he held me tight to him.

"You're coming home with me tonight, baby. You can't go home till that ass is in jail and it's safe for you and the girls."

I just nodded as he held me, his heartbeat calming me down. I felt so tired. Before I could push away to get out of his hold, a voice made me cringe.

"What are you doing, Jakey?"

I mentally gagged as she strutted in and wedged between us. Throwing me glares, she all but shoved me away and rubbed against him like a fucking cat. Reality smacked me hard in the face. Jake is my boss, and no way should I have allowed him to hold me or touch me intimately. Feeling stupid and embarrassed, I quickly left. His girlfriend reminded me where I stood, and it was very low compared to them. Daisy rushed to me and hugged me as I wiped tears away. Matt took me from her and led me to his office to set me on his couch.

"You're safe now, sweetheart. Just relax and wait for me in here." He left me there crying and went to get his brothers, I assume. I got sleepy, so I curled up on his couch and dozed off. I felt myself being lifted but could not get my eyes open, but I did snuggle into the nice-smelling chest.

"I got you, baby. Just go back to sleep," Jake said, tucking me into his warm body as he got in his limo. I woke later that night confused and scared out of my mind. I was in a dark room but not alone. The Cooper brothers were with me in a huge damn bed. What the actual fuck is going on? I'm in a big T-shirt, and my clothes are gone. Did I have sex with them?

At my yell, all three jumped up and reached for me. At my confusion, a bedside lamp turned on, and I all but choked on my spit. I got a delectable view of muscle and tattoos. I could feel my face heating up, and I tried to get away. Jake touched me, and I looked into his eyes. Matt and Jared looked on as I was told that they shared women and slept together. My bosses were bisexual and fucked each other and women. I was truly shocked as Jake pulled me to him and rubbed my back gently. The others touched me, and the comfort was indescribable. Did the three of them want me?

Realization dawned on me that the woman from earlier was their girlfriend, and I could not compare to that at all. I felt sick and asked for the bathroom. Getting up, I ran for it as tears fell. I was throwing up liquid and crying. I was barely able to eat at home, so I filled up on water. That is all I threw up. A big hand rubbed my back as I hunched over the toilet, puking and crying. These men don't need a damaged woman; they have a perfect one already.

"Easy, baby, we got you."

Another hand brushed my cheek, grabbing my hair back.

"You need food, sweetheart, and a bath," he murmured as I sobbed. I was hauled to my feet after I finished puking and was handed a toothbrush so I could clean my teeth, which I did because yuck. After a fresh mouth, I sagged against the counter, drained.

I heard the tub filling up, but I kept my eyes firmly closed. I felt so helpless and stupid as Jake lifted me up. I didn't fight as he moved us to the tub or even when he stripped me naked. I just stood there embarrassed and exhausted.

I was a weak idiot.