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We’ve read her therapist’s files, and we know she has hybristophilia. It’s why we know she’s the perfect fit for us.

She just needs to see it for herself. See that, while we might not think twice before taking a man's life, we’d rather risk our own and kill every person on this earth than truly harm a hair on her pretty head.

Saint grunts, dragging the body a few feet before letting the arms fall. “You guys going to help or just watch me struggle?”

“Awww.” Shepherd just grins, the fucking shit disturber he is. “Does Sainty-boy need some help? Not strong enough to do it yourself?”

“Fuck you,” Saint growls back, shooting our little brother a death glare. “The man is three hundred pounds of dead weight.”

“Just leave him there. I’m sure something will enjoy him for supper.” Shepherd pokes at the man’s extended belly with his foot. “Never mind, too much fat on the man. Probably best we dispose of him ourselves. Just in case.”

“You don’t say,” Saint deadpans.

“Don’t look at me like that.”

“Enough. The both of you. Let’s get rid of this asshole and go home,” I bark, getting both of their attention.

“Or...” Shepherd starts. “Hear me out, you guys take care of this, and I’ll go after our Bunny and watch over her.”

“You mean watch her sleep like a fucking creep.” Saint rolls his eyes. “I’m surprised she hasn’t woken up and caught you yet.”

“Our girl is a heavy sleeper. Too heavy, if you ask me. What if it were anyone else besides me sneaking into her house? She should consider a better security system,” Shepherd says.

“Wouldn’t that make it harder for you to get in?” I ask, raising a brow.

“You say that as if I couldn’t get the security company to give me the code,” Shepherd replies as if he’s offended.

Closing my eyes, I pinch the bridge of my nose and let out a heavy sigh.

“Don’t do that,” Saint says.

“Do what?” I ask, cracking open one eye.

“Act as if we’re some unruly kids you're forced to wrangle.” Saint crosses his arms, his hands stained with blood. “You’re just as bad as we are. And you know it.”

I do. But at least I’m not obvious about it. Unlike these two.

“You’re lucky Stonehead Creek is our turf. With the way you two have been dropping bodies like flies, it would be all over the news if it were anywhere else.”

“Look, we’re the muscle, not the clean-up crew. That’s not our job,” Shepherd groans. “Now, can I please go catch myself a little Bunny?”

“No,” I grunt. “Shut up and help Saint.”

“And what are you going to do?”

“Make sure our little Bunny is okay.”

After the accident she was in the other night, I haven’t been able to get much sleep, too worried about my girl.

Thankfully, the cameras we set up inside her house give me some peace of mind, but I’d much rather be able to take care of her myself.

Maybe the guys are right. Maybe it is time to take Cove for ourselves.

The only reason I haven’t pushed for it to happen sooner is because it’s not as easy as they think.

We would be taking her from her home, from her life. And while I’m sure with time she would grow to accept her new life with us, I don’t want her to resent us, either.

The guys couldn’t care less. Shepherd is convinced that as soon as she knows who we are, she will give in without a second thought.