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At the same time that I bite down, my teeth sinking into his flesh until I meet the resistance of bone, my finger squeezes the trigger of the gun.

A loud bang rings out, mixing with a pained groan from Shepherd.

The shock of it jolt me, eyes widening in fear.

My heart pounds against my ribcage, body breaking out into a sweat as my head spins.

Oh fuck. Oh god. What did I just do?

I frantically look around, wondering where I shot him. When I don’t see any blood, I look at my shaking hand with the gun still gripped in it and toss it to the ground.

“I swear to god, Shepherd, you’re going to be the fucking death of us.” Maverick lets out a heavy sigh, like he’s disgusted, while Saint starts cackling like a madman.

What the fuck is wrong with these men?

“What is so funny?!” I yell, panic still rushing through my veins.

Saint looks at me, pure mirth dancing across his face. “You are so fucking perfect for us, you have no idea.”

Yup. These men are certifiably insane. No other way to put it.

“I just shot your fucking brother,” I shout. “Oh god.” My eyes snap to Shepherd. “I just shot you.” My hands rush to my mouth. “I’m so sorry. But you told me to!”

“Fucking hell, Bunny,” Shepherd groans, blood running down his hand, dripping onto the concrete below. “That was so fucking hot. The way you didn’t even hesitate.”

“You're crazy. You’re fucking insane,” I snap. “All of you.” I point at the three of them, head spinning, adrenaline making my fight-or-flight instinct kick in, preparing me to bolt and hide if needed.

“He’s fine,” Saint reassures, stepping forward. “You didn’t hit him.”

“I didn’t?” I pause, eyes darting around his body again. The only blood I see is coming from his hand.

“Nope.” Saint points to the ground where some of the cement is chipped away. “Just missed his foot.”

Thank fuck. My shoulders slump in relief.

“I hate you. I hate all of you.” Tears sting the back of my eyes, so many emotions running so high.

“No, you don’t,” Shepherd counters, lifting his bloody finger. “You like us. Hell, you’re just as obsessed with us as we are with you.”

“Fat fucking chance,” I hiss.

“Bunny, baby, you forget I’ve read all the dirty little thoughts you’ve had and written down.” He grins, then, like the crazy bastard he is, he sucks his finger into his mouth, groaning but not in pain. No, he sounds... aroused?

Is that heat in his eyes? Is the crazy fucker turned on?

It becomes harder to breathe as a flicker of heat ignites in my core.

God, they aren’t the only ones fucked in the head. Maybe they were right, and we’re perfect for one another.

“You really are stupid.” Saint shakes his head. “You gave her a loaded gun?”

“I wanted to see if she would really do it.” Shepherd’s gaze is filled with a fire that has my blood turning into lava in my veins. “Next time, don’t miss.”

Holy fuck. Is he joking? He wants me to hit him?

“Do you get off on pain or something?” I glare at him.

“Not normally.” He shrugs. “But, Bunny, you could do anything you want to me and I’d fucking love every second of it.”