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After years of watching from the shadows, I finally got to see the look in her eyes as she shattered in pure bliss.

It should have been my fingers buried deep inside her delicious cunt. My fucking bastard of a brother, Maverick, beat me to it. And I almost beat him to a pulp for that.

I didn’t, though. I did, however, get to taste her blood. It was sweet, tangy, and I want more.

I want to carve my name into her perfect skin and watch her bleed, marking her as mine before I clean it up with my mouth as I bury my cock deep inside her tight little–

“Are you hard right now?” Saint’s question snaps me out of my dirty thoughts.

My eyes dart to my big brother, who’s standing next to me in the elevator as we head up to the top level of Ashford Enterprise. Dad has requested a meeting with us.

We just got rid of the dumb fuck who thought it was a wise idea to betray our family.

Boy, was he wrong.

“Huh?” I blink, not sure what he’s asking.

He raises a brow, eyes casting down to where my cock is very obviously tenting my jeans.

“Oh, this?” I chuckle. “Yeah.”

He just looks at me, blinking, not even fazed.

“I worry about you sometimes,” he sighs, facing the door again as the elevator dings, letting us know we’ve arrived at our destination.

I snort a laugh. “Only sometimes?” I run a hand through my hair as we step off, fingers shaking slightly.

This meeting was the last thing I wanted to do. I was supposed to go home and shower before paying my Bunny a visit.

“Fuck’s sake,” Saint growls. “You’ve got blood in your hair.”

“Shit.” I grin, looking down at my red-stained hands. “Hey, I did say we should wash up first.”

“Dad is going to lose his shit.” Saint shakes his head.

I just shrug, because honestly I couldn’t care less.

Our father might be a dangerous man to the rest of the world, but when it comes down to it, family is his everything. He’d threaten to beat the ever-living shit out of us if we didn’t comply, but he’s never followed through. It’s all an act, at least toward us. He’s just a big old teddy bear... who kills people.

Like that one dude from that video game. Although he kills kids, and my dad would never.

There's a lot we wouldn’t hesitate to do, but harming innocent children and women isn’t one of them.

“Boys!” Dad’s tired, booming voice greets us as we walk into the meeting space.

There are a good ten men in the room with him, and even though we’re stained with blood, none of them bat an eye.

When you’re dealing with made men, it’s better not to ask questions.

“Hey, Pops.” I grin, grabbing the nearest chair and pulling it out before plopping down to sit. I didn’t care that there was a trembling, little skinny guy in a suit already sitting in it. “Sup.” I give him a toothy grin. “Nice tie.”

“T-thanks,” he stutters, terror shining bright in his eyes. “My kid got it for me.”

“Aww,” I say. “Then keep it forever.” I nod, then look at the coffee cup in front of him. “Fuck, I need this.” I grab the mug and down the liquid, grimacing at the lukewarm temperature. “What the fuck, man? This shit is gross. Go make me another.” I hand him the cup, but he doesn’t move.

Dad’s heavy sigh sounds loud in the quiet room. “We’ll pick this up at another time. I need to talk to my sons.”

Just like that, the room is dismissed. Everyone gets up and leaves.