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“Can we please finish this before she wakes up and makes this a lot harder than it needs to be? I’d like to get her back to the house while she’s still sleeping. That way she will wake up in the comfort of her new room, not from three men snatching her up in the middle of the night.”

Shep snorts. “You act as if that's not one of her fantasies.”

He has a point. I’m aware of just how fucked up in the head our little Bunny is. It’s the reason why she’s so fucking perfect for us.

“Okay, fine. I’d rather avoid drawing attention to ourselves and risk a neighbor overhearing any kind of resistance and calling the cops.” Not that we’re worried about cops, they work for us after all. But we try to prevent the need to brush shit like that under the rug so people don’t start asking questions or putting their noses where they don’t belong.

“Enough of this,” Shep grumbles, pulling the key to the house from his pocket and stepping up onto the back porch. “You’re wasting time. I want to see my Bunny.”

I grind my jaw. Fucker acts like he’s not the reason we’re still standing out here.

Maverick glances at me and rolls his eyes before we follow our eager little puppy of a brother inside the dark, cozy house.

Cove loves this house. I wonder if she’s going to miss it?

We tried to give a few of the spaces within our home more of a cozy vibe, but it’s not so easy when you can fit ten of these houses, or more, within one of ours.

“I’ll gather Cove’s things and get them into the car before putting Luna in her carrier,” Maverick says, his voice barely a whisper as we part ways.

He might be a bear of a man, but he can move like a fucking ninja.

“I swear I’m going to make that cat love me,” Shep mutters, his eyes narrowed at the cat in question as she walks toward us.

A smile breaks out onto my face, and I bend over, scooping the fluffy cat into my arms. She purrs instantly, rubbing her face against mine.

“I don’t get it. She loves you and Mav, but every time I try to touch her, she hisses at me,” he whines, proving his point as he reaches out and tries to pet her. She lets out a low growl followed by a hiss and a swat of her paw.

“Hey,” he protests, snatching his hand back with a frown. “That's no way to treat your daddy.”

My chest rumbles with a low chuckle as I kiss the top of her head. “Maybe she would like you more if you didn’t keep kicking her out of Cove’s bed whenever you're here.”

“Listen, I’m not going to jerk off to my sleeping gorgeous goddess while her cat is staring at me with her beady, judgmental eyes. It’s a mood killer.”

Shaking my head, I smile as I set the cat down. She takes off running into another room.

“Come on.” I take one of the empty bags Shep has slung over his shoulder. “Let’s get to packing. Sooner we get this done, the sooner we can get Cove home, where she belongs.”

Knowing after all these years that she’s finally going to be ours, within our reach, at our disposal, ours to use, pleasure, love, and worship, fills me with primal excitement that I can’t explain.

Someone wants to harm our girl, and that's not going to fucking happen. We’re going to find out what Rafe wants with Cove, and then we’re going to kill him.

In the meantime, she will be safe with us, under our care, and our watch.

How will Cove react to all of this? Probably not in a good way. Do any of us care? Not really. We know our Bunny. She’ll come around. She can’t resist us. We’ve seen that with our own eyes.

She’s ours. And now it’s time for us to claim her in the ways she was always meant to be.

Shep and I head upstairs, careful to avoid the steps that creak or make noise.

We have every inch of this house mapped out. How do you think we’ve been able to come and go as we please without being caught?

“I’ll take the bathroom, you pack her clothes.”

“Got it.” He nods, and I instantly regret sending him to her room, especially when a menacing grin takes over his face.

I leave it be, knowing we don’t have much time. Flicking on the lights, I work on packing all her makeup, hair care products, and womanly necessities.

We could have stocked her space back home with everything she needed, easily, but I think having her things from her own home will help her adjust to a new space more seamlessly.