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“You cheat!” Saint snarls, throwing his cue stick down on top of the pool table.

“You’re just a sore loser,” Shepherd taunts. “Don’t be like that in front of Bunny. It’s not attractive."

“Your face isn’t going to be attractive once I’m done with it.” Saint gives his brother a death glare, knuckles going white as he grips the edge of the pool table tightly.

“Aww, you think I’m attractive?” Shepherd grins. “Sorry, bro, but incest isn’t my kink. Try Maverick.”

“Fuck off,” Maverick grunts.

I snicker under my breath. Watching them bicker like this is honestly entertaining. I want to tell Saint not to play into it, because this is what Shepherd wants, what he craves, but I’m honestly guilty of playing into it as well. More than I should. But I like fighting with Shepherd, it's pretty much foreplay. Maria was right. I should have known she was. She’s right about most things.

“What's so funny, Little Bunny?” Maverick’s deep voice rumbles in his chest, vibrating against my back. I’m sitting on his lap while he waits for his turn to play against me.

I bite my lip, trying not to smile as I soak in the feeling of his arms wrapped around me.

Saint and Shepherd look my way. “Are you laughing?” Saint asks, his voice taking on an edge that has my pussy clenching.

“Me?” I point to myself, trying not to giggle. “Nope. Not at all.”

“She’s laughing because you look stupid getting all worked up over losing. Just take the loss like a man.”

“You, shut up before I shove this cue stick up your ass.”

Shepherd raises a brow. “Dude, again, not my kink.” Shepherd leans against the table, a shit-eating grin on his face. “Are you trying to tell us something? Sainty, are you gay?”

Saint’s eyes narrow. “Go fuck yourself.”

“It’s okay, man. We’ll totally still love you. But like in a non-incest way. Just means one less person to share Cove with.”

I roll my lips together, finding it harder and harder to keep my amusement to myself.

It’s moments like this, when it’s just us hanging out, spending time together, that I feel happy.

So damn happy it has me wanting to spiral into an anxiety attack because me and happy? We’re not familiar with one another.

I know soon, I’ll be waiting for the other shoe to drop, for things to go south, but right now, I’ve managed to push those negative feelings down and just enjoy this new shift in my life.

“I’m done. I’m fucking done.” Saint grabs the blade from his jeans, opens it, and charges for his brother.

My eyes widen in fear, my stomach dropping. I’m off Maverick’s lap and rushing over to Shepherd in seconds.

Before I can even get the word ‘stop’ out of my mouth, I’m sliding in front of Shepherd with Saint pressing a blade just under my chin.

I suck in a gasp, my heart threatening to burst from my chest with how fast it’s racing.

Saint stares down at me with wild eyes. He doesn’t move a muscle, doesn’t breathe.

“Holy fucking shit,” Shepherd breathes out in pure awe from behind me.

“That was a stupid move, Little Bunny,” Saint snarls, his nostrils flaring. “I could have fucking hurt you.”

Yeah, the reality of that is starting to sink in, and my legs shake from adrenaline.

“What the fuck were you thinking?” Maverick growls, my eyes flicking over to see him standing, body rigid, eyes just as wild as Saint’s.

“I don’t know,” I whisper. “I thought Shepherd was in danger, and I just acted.”

“My cock is so fucking hard. Baby, I think I just came in my pants a little,” Shepherd groans.