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“Yes,” I tell her, gaining her attention.

“How?”

“Because we own him. We own that whole prison.”

Her eyes widen in shock. “Wait, how?”

“We bought it,” Saint states simply. “When we came back to Stonehead Creek and found out everything that happened while we were gone, we lost our fucking minds. We were drowning in anger and guilt because we weren’t there to protect you.”

Her eyes start to shimmer with tears. I don’t like seeing her upset. I close the space between us. Looming over her, my hair falls forward as I reach up and grip her chin, leaving a smear of crimson behind. “We hated ourselves for not being able to stop it. The first thing we wanted to do was go to that prison and kill him ourselves. Then Shepherd had an idea.”

“Why kill him then? That would be too easy. He deserved to suffer, and it wasn’t our right to make the choice of when or how he died. That was yours. Of course, we couldn’t ask that of you at the time. It was too new, too raw, and honestly, I didn’t think you were ready to handle us back then.” My little brother gives her a cheeky grin.

She huffs out a soft laugh that makes my heart melt. “You would be right.”

“So, we decided to buy the prison, get control of it, and dictate how he was being cared for. We kept the other prisoners away, not wanting to risk the fucker getting jumped and killed. But we let the prison guards, also known as our men, have their fun with him. Let’s just say every day for the past two years has been nothing but hell for him. They fucked with his mind and body, just like he did with yours. They took away his rights, just like he did with you. We waited until the right time to give you the chance to put your past to rest. We wanted to give you the chance to be the one to kill him if you chose to. And if you didn’t want to, we were happy to do it for you. As you can so clearly see.” Saint grins menacingly.

“Why would you do all that?” Cove looks up at me, eyes searching mine.

My hand slides from her chin, across her face and down to her throat, leaving a trail of red as I go.

“Because, Little Bunny, we would do anything for you. I know you find that hard to believe, and that's okay. We will spend the rest of our lives proving it to you. No one gets to fuck with you. No one gets to hurt you. And anyone who tries will pay the price.”

The Rafe thing is a little tricky. It’s not as easy as storming into his house and killing him. It would be starting a war that would end in a lot of bloodshed.

Something my brothers and I are more than happy to risk, but it’s not up to us. We might have a lot of pull, but in the end it’s our father who’s in control.

He’s been nice enough to let us get away with a lot already, pushing this without it being the last resort would be too big of a risk.

After we sent one of Rafe’s men back to him with our warning, we haven’t seen any of his men around.

We’d like to think he got the message and took it seriously, but we can’t be too sure. There’s a reason why Rafe wanted to use Cove against us. Maybe it was a power play for his new position in power, maybe he actually wants to start a war. Either way, he fucked with our girl, and we’re not standing for it. We won’t stop until we find out why.

Cove gasps as I add pressure to her throat, tightening my grip. Pulling her to her feet, I yank her to my body. “You are ours, Cove. And no one is allowed to fuck with what’s ours.”

Her pulse hammers under my thumb, her eyes shining bright with arousal.

A slow grin curves on my lips. “Did you like watching us end him, Little Bunny?” The question comes out as a husky purr. “Did it get that tight little cunt all hot and bothered knowing we killed a man just for you?”

“Yes.” She doesn’t hesitate.

I growl, my cock pressing painfully hard against my dress pants.

Spinning Cove around, I bring her back to my front and grip her chin, forcing her to look at the dead body on the floor. There’s a massive pool of blood around his lifeless corpse, making a mess on the concrete floor.

“Look at him, Cove. He’s dead. Gone. Rotting in hell.” Her chest rises and falls quicker and quicker with every breath she takes. “He can’t hurt you anymore. You’re fucking free of him.”

She moans, body sinking back into mine. I grunt as her ass brushes against my cock. A low growl rumbles in my chest as the need to take her right here and now fucking consumes me.

My free hand slides across her belly, dipping down to cup her denim-covered pussy. She whimpers, and her hips roll as she seeks friction.

I grin against the top of her head, breathing in her scent. “How does it feel, baby?” I murmur. “To know you fucking won?”

“Powerful,” she breathes out.

She writhes against my hand, grinding against it as she uses me to please her needy cunt.

“Maverick,” she moans when my hand tightens just a bit harder.