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“Then wanna tell me why I’m here? Because I sure as hell would love to know. You admitted that you’ve been stalking me.”

“Watching,” Sky corrects again, and I roll my eyes.

“And you know so much about me. Creepy as fuck, by the way.” I give him and Sunshine a pointed look.

“Creepy?” Sunshine looks offended. “How is us wanting to make sure you safe, creepy? I think it’s endearing, if anything.”

“You’re joking, right?”

“Why does she keep asking me that?” Sunshine looks to his brothers. “I know I’m funny, but not everything I say is a joke.” He pouts. It’s cute. Fucking hell.

“Because you have to see how ridiculous all of this is, right? You can’t just go around kidnapping people.”

“We don’t,” Midnight replies, retaking his seat at the table.

“Oh, great, so it’s just me?” I say sarcastically.

“Yes,” Sky says, surprising me.

“Well, not unless you count when we take the men we’re ordered to kill,” Sunshine points out. “But we don’t keep them for long. Life's too short to draw things out. Although I do enjoy a good torture session, it depends on the crime.” He shrugs, as if he’s not just casually talking about murder like it’s no big deal.

“We’re getting off topic.” I should be afraid. These men are killers, they could kill me at any moment, yet I don’t think they plan on hurting me. If anything, it’s the opposite. But why? “The first thing I want to know is, who are you?” I ask, looking between the three of them. “And why have you... ‘relocated’ me here.” I add that last part with a bite of sass that makes Midnight smile. It’s small, but fuck me, it takes my breath away.

“I’m Maverick,” Midnight introduces. “These are my brothers, Saint.” He nods towards Sky. “And Shepherd."

I look at Sunshine, and he shoots me a wink, giving me a two finger salute. “Nice to officially meet you, Bunny.”

Honestly, I kind of felt the same way. Although I didn’t mind calling them the nicknames I’ve given them inside my head.

“Huh.” I huff out a laugh, realizing that the names I gave them have the same first letter as their names. What are the odds of that?

“What?” Midnight—I mean, Maverick—asks. That's going to take some getting used to.

“I kind of like the names I’ve given you three in my head better.” I shrug, returning to my food and wondering why the fuck I wasn’t freaking out more.

I guess I’m just happy to know I’m not locked in a dream, or having an episode.

“You gave us names?” Sky—fuck, I mean Saint—asks.

“What was mine?” Shepherd asks. See? I could do this.

“Yours is Sunshine.”

“Sunshine?” he asks, brows furrowing and then he grins. “Why? Because I’m just a big ray of sunshine and happiness? I’m just that amazing. I know.”

I can’t help but snort out a laugh. I mean, he wasn’t wrong. He is like a big ball of golden retriever energy... just with a touch of crazy. “No. Because of your bright blond hair.” My eyes flick up to his golden locks.

He grins, running a hand through the strands, and I hate how attractive I find it.

“And me?” Maverick asks.

My attention turns to him. “Midnight,” I tell him.

“Because he’s so dark and broody, Mr. Mysterious?” Shepherd teases.

“No,” I sigh. “You’re thinking too deep. It’s because his hair reminds me of the darkness.”

“Oh,” he grumbles. “You’re no fun.”