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“I mean, you kind of did this to yourself.” I cringe.

He glares at me. “Stay here.” He takes off running.

“Try not to die!” I shout, then look out the window at the sea of men storming Rafe’s property.

They came for me. Just like I knew they would.

I do kind of feel bad that all these people are dying for some big misunderstanding, but to be fair, it was Rafe’s mistake.

Couldn’t he have just reached out or something to have a conversation?

Guess that wouldn’t have been that easy, seeing as how I was being kept away from the rest of the world. But still! Before that, he had lots of opportunities to meet with me.

What is with criminals stalking people? Communication is key. It could save so much time and bloodshed.

People are shouting, guns firing off, and oh shit, was that a bomb!? I jump back at the loud sound, grinning like a damn fool as my guys bulldoze their way through Rafe’s men.

When my eyes land on Maverick, Saint, and Shepherd, guns in hand and with looks of pure venom on their handsome faces, I swear my pussy clenches.

Now is not the time to get turned on, but hey, watching my guys murder just does it for me. Remember, we don’t kink shame here.

“We’ll be going home soon, baby.” I put my hand on my belly. “Your daddies just have to spill a little more blood.”

Shepherd

“Burn, motherfucker, burn!” I cackle as I throw the grenade. There’s a big explosion that shakes the ground. “Fuck yeah!” I watch as a group of guys go flying backward.

Maverick and Saint are working on shooting people while I prefer to be more hands-on.

Not going to lie, we’ve killed over half the men who’ve been coming at us, and it’s felt like child’s play.

Surely Rafe would have known we’d bring an army of men with us. This is just sad, unless there are more men inside. We’re almost done here, and I’m disappointed. I wanted more blood, more mayhem.

“Let’s dance.” I grin like a madman, facing off against one of the guys trying to escape.

He sneers at me before letting out a battle cry, charging toward me. I duck at the last minute, sending him flying over my back. Spinning on my heel, I crouch down and jab my knife into his throat.

Just as I pull the blade free, I jump to my feet, pulling my gun free from its holster and firing, hitting another man right between the eyes just inches from my face.

Blood sprays me in the face, and the man goes down with a hard thud.

“Come on, motherfuckers, let’s go!”

“That’s it,” Maverick says, panting. “There’s no more.”

“At least not out here.” Saint looks toward the house. “We don’t know how many he has in the house.”

“Alright. Be alert, be ready. Let’s go!” Maverick shouts.

We all start running toward the house. Saint kicks the door down, sending it flying across the room.

“The door was unlocked,” a voice says with a heavy sigh. “You could have just opened it.”

My brothers raise their guns, aiming at the nicely dressed man standing at the end of a grand staircase.

I count about thirty men in here, spread around the room with guns pointed at us.

“Looks like we’re at a standstill.” I grin at Rafe. I’ve seen photos of him before, but he looks a lot younger in person. Guess he doesn’t photograph well.