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“I’m done,” I tell Maverick, turning away from him. “Kill him.”

Ronny makes sounds of protest, getting a burst of energy with the realization that his time is really coming to an end.

I move over to a bench on the other side of the room and sit.

The three of them don’t waste any time getting the job done.

While there isn’t much left in Ronny, he does let out some sobs of pain that please me a lot.

Watching the guys work is mesmerising. It brings me back to the first night we were reunited again.

They’re every bit the dangerous killers now as they were then.

Shepherd’s laugh is purely sinister, making my pussy weep.

Watching them like this, it does something to me.

By the time they’re done and Ronny’s life is finally over, I’m so turned on that I’m a mess from just the sight of them covered in blood, chests heaving from their efforts.

I bite my lip, my own heart racing as I squeeze my thighs together, the desire and need for my men is palpable. The way they look at me with pure hunger in their gaze, I know they can see it written all over my face and the way I squirm.

The three of them slowly stalk their way over to me. With each step closer, there’s this sick thrill that consumes me.

Whatever is about to happen next, I know it’s going to be so wrong, but I can’t seem to find it in me to care.

I want this, want them. And I promised myself I wouldn’t be holding back. Not anymore.

I welcome their crazy with open arms.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Maverick

Her teeth sink into her bottom lip, making my cock swell with desire. Adrenaline is still pumping through my veins, my body feeling restless, like I’m not done.

Killing that piece of shit was single-handedly the best, most satisfying kill of my life. After everything he did to my Bunny, he deserved to suffer a hell of a lot longer.

But I knew the worries she had, and with him still breathing, she was never going to be able to be at peace.

“You three were keeping this from me,” she says, eyes flicking between my brothers and me. “I thought you said I knew everything. No more secrets.”

“We didn’t want to ruin the surprise,” Shepherd replies, grabbing his shirt to rub the blood off his face. Not that it does anything, he’s covered in it. We all are.

Cove crosses her legs, wrapping her arms around her body.

She just watched us brutally murder her ex, and she doesn’t seem the least bit disturbed by it. If anything, she looks turned on.

My dirty little Bunny. She’s fucking perfect.

“How long?” she asks. “How long did you have him held captive?”

“Not long,” Saint answers. “We picked him up from the prison last night.”

Her brows furrow. “So, you just walked into the prison and stole one of their inmates?” She looks between the three of us. “I knew your father held a lot of power, but that's insane.”

“Of course not,” Shepherd snorts. “We had someone bring him out to us. We’d draw too much attention going in.”

“And they just let you take him?”