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“Really?” I narrow my eyes, crossing my arms under my breasts. The position causes them to push up, gaining Shepherd’s full attention. “Hey!” I snap my fingers in his face to get his attention. “Eyes up here, buddy.”

He slowly pulls his eyes away from my tits and up to mine, that cocky smile still in place. I want to be angry with the guy, well, with all three of them. And I have every right to be, but when he looks at me like... like sex dipped sin, it’s fucking distracting.

“Bunny, I think you need to relax,” he suggests, pointing a finger at me. “Here I was eager to get back to you, and this is how you greet me?” he tsks. “Not very nice,” he pouts.

My lips part. “Nice? You want me to be nice?! You’re lucky I don’t have my gun, because I’d shoot you,” I snarl back at him.

He bites his lower lip, reaching for something under his sweater.

My heart jumps in my chest, blood pumping with fear when he pulls out a handgun. For a moment, I think I’ve pissed him off.

I keep forgetting about the fact that, while these three haven’t really shown me much of their scary side since the first night I saw them in that warehouse, they are still killers. Sons of the Russian Bratva.

If I don’t learn to keep my mouth shut, I might find myself dead. Even though they said they aren’t going to hurt me, how can I just take their word for it?

They’re crazy, stalking, kidnapping, killers. I’d be the crazy one to put any trust in them after finding out everything they’ve been doing.

But Shepherd doesn’t point the gun at me. He holds it out... handing it to me.

I look at the gun in confusion, then back up to him. “Go on,” he offers, nodding to the gun. “Take it.”

“Why?” I ask with suspicion.

“You said you wanted to shoot me. So, go on. Do it.”

“Nope.” I shake my head. “I’m not stupid. I’m not playing into your little trap.”

“It’s not a trap, Cove.” He winks. “Just go on, do it. I dare you,” he teases, leaning in and whispering the last three words.

“Shep.” Maverick’s deep warning tone has my eyes flicking over to him. He and Saint stand nearby, Saint looking amused, while Maverick looks worried.

“Don’t worry, big brother,” Shepherd chuckles. “She isn’t going to do it,” he taunts, pointing that damn finger at me again.

I bare my teeth, angry and pissed off with his nonchalant attitude about everything.

He acts as if his choices don’t matter. That his stalking me, fucking me in my sleep, and kidnapping me was no big deal.

The fact is, he had no right to my body. He didn’t do anything to earn it. And if he’s ever going to find his way between my thighs again, he’ll have to stop acting so damn entitled to me, like he fucking owns me or something. He doesn’t even know me!

Wait... No. Nope. I’m not even going there. This man isn’t touching me again. None of them are. Nope, not happening.

Sure, Cove, you keep telling yourself that. Because you’re not at all putty in their bloody hands any time they so much as look at you. My inner monologue points out, pissing me off even further.

“Point at me again, and I’ll bite your fucking finger off,” I sneer. I just want to punch him in his stupid face.

His stupid, handsome, sexy face.

Dammit!

I didn’t think Shepherd’s smile could grow any wider.

“Do it,” he chuckles. “Come on, Bunny. Are you all talk and no action? Where’s the girl who never took any crap from shitty customers, who doesn’t blink twice when putting men twice your size in their place?” He cocks his head to the side. “Are you afraid, Bunny? Afraid that if you hurt me, I’ll hurt you back?” He chuckles again, but this time it’s deeper and raspy. And fuck, I hate what that sound does to me. “I’d never hurt you. Not unless you ask me nicely.” He winks and my anger spikes, hitting dangerous levels.

“I mean it,” I warn him.

He shrugs. “You,” he says, holding his finger in the air, pointing right at me. “Don’t have it in you to shoot me. Do you?”

I don’t know what comes over me, but one second I’m seething, my body shaking with all the pent up anger over what’s happened in the last twenty-four hours along with the reality of my situation finally kicking in, and the next, my hand is snapping forward, grabbing the gun from his hand while my mouth descends over his finger.