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“Huh,” Father hums.
“What?” My brows furrow. He doesn’t look mad, he looks... amused?
The corner of his mouth tips up in a grin as he shakes his head. “I didn’t expect her to take this so... well. I shouldn’t be surprised. Leave it to my sons to find a woman to match their crazy.”
Shepherd grins. “She is a feisty little thing when she wants to be. I can’t wait to see what else she throws at us. Not going to lie, I was kind of disappointed she didn’t try to run for it. You know I love a good chase,” he chuckles, throwing his feet onto the desk as he leans back in the chair.
“Trust me, we know.” Saint smirks.
Our little brother enjoys the chase, the thrill.
We know it’s something Cove would be into—primal play, I mean. We’ve read her therapist’s notes along with her journal. Shepherd loves to read it and relay info back to us. If she did try to run, I don’t think she would have put up much of a fight.
Not that Shepherd needs another chance to fuck Cove. The little shit has already gotten his hands on her more than he deserves.
I know it doesn’t matter which one of us gets her pregnant, as long as she has our child, preferably a son. I’d be happy with either.
Still, I’d love nothing more for her to have my child first. I’m sure my brothers want the same.
Knowing how competitive my brothers and I are, especially Shepherd, our poor Little Bunny won’t be having rest any time soon.
That just means I’ll have to work hard to make sure she’s taken care of, well fed, and hydrated.
I’m crazy about my Sweet Girl. I’m starving to finally know what it feels like to have her wrapped around my cock, to fill her with my release, hear her scream my name as I lose myself inside her. I know once I have her, I’m never going to want to stop.
But I don’t just want Cove for her body, I want her for her mind and soul, too. She’s everything to me, and I plan on making sure she’s loved and cared for in every way humanly possible.
“Maverick.”
“Sorry.” I clear my throat, shaking my head. “What did you say?”
“Are we a bit distracted?” Father asks, looking amused.
“When it comes to Cove, always,” I admit. And it’s the truth.
My father makes it seem like we’re menaces, and I guess in a way we are. Shepherd more than Saint and me, but we’re not as bad as he makes us out to be.
We just have different priorities than he does. And ours happen to be all about Cove.
If anything, bringing Cove to live with us is a good thing. It means our attention won’t be focused solely on Cove, wondering if she’s safe, what she’s doing, or when we’re going to be able to see her again.
Do I think we are in any position to take over for my father when he’s ready to step down? No.
A part of me is disappointed that we couldn’t be the sons he raised us to be. We were ready. We were set to take on this life and everything it asked of us. But everything changed as soon as that mousy, brown-haired, quiet, sad, young girl walked into our lives.
She had no idea how much of an impact she made on us.
Father sighs heavily. “I assumed as much. Look, I asked you three in here because now that you’ve gotten Cove, I know you’re going to be a bit... preoccupied.”
“If you mean balls deep in pussy any chance we get, then yes, we will be very preoccupied.” Shepherd winks, leaning forward toward the fruit bowl.
“Don’t be so crass,” I grumble, reaching over and slapping the banana from his hand.
“Hey!” he shouts. “I was going to eat that.”
“I know.” I roll my eyes. “That's why I stopped you. It’s the same damn fruit bowl as yesterday, you dumbass. Meaning, it’s still fucking fake.” I reach over, grabbing an apple, showing him the chunk he took out of it last time.
He gapes in shock, turning to face our father. “Why do you hate me? This is just cruel. Get rid of these abominations.” He waves his hands, signaling to the bowl. “You just want to see me suffer, that's it, isn’t it? It’s because I was too much as a child, isn’t it? Well, you know what, I’m sorry I had a wild imagination, but would you have rather had some boring kid or someone who kept your life full of wonder?”
