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At any point I could have been kidnapped and killed. Or worse. Raped, tortured, or abused.

I mean, I have been kidnapped, but these three wouldn’t do anything to hurt me. That I know. I can feel it in my soul. And it fucking infuriates me.

“So what you’re saying is, this all comes back to you three.” I point between the three of them. “If you didn’t make me the object of your obsession, they wouldn’t see me as an easy target to get to you and wouldn’t be trying to fucking take me out.”

“Hey.” Shepherd frowns. “At least you were taken by the better guys.”

“Oh. Gee. Lucky me,” I deadpan. I was lucky. But at the same time, I shouldn’t have to see it that way.

If they didn’t come back into my life, I’d be home, be with Olivia. My house. My life.

Yeah, and you’d also be working that dead-end job that had you slowly slipping into depression and fucking up your mental health to the point you were having episodes.

Or... was I?

“I need to know. That night in the warehouse, that was real, right?”

“Yes.” Maverick nods. “The man you caught us killing was one of Rafe’s men.”

“Okay.” I nod slowly, a bit of relief filling me. It’s followed by a spark of heat, because fuck, it might have been wrong on so many levels, but it was also so damn hot.

“And you were the one who brought me home?”

“Also the ones who changed you out of your bloody wet clothes and washed them,” Saint finishes for me.

“Of course you did,” I sigh. “A few weeks later, when it was raining. I got into a crash.”

“That was also us,” Shepherd confirms. “We found you and brought you home.”

“Why not a hospital?.” I ask. “What if I had life-threatening injuries?”

“You were fine. We made sure of it.”

“How?” I ask.

“We have our ways.” Saint shrugs.

“Of course you do,” I mutter. “Care to tell me what you were doing when I went for a walk on the tracks the other day?”

“Oh that?” Shepherd’s grin turns feral. “Working the odd job for Dad. We still do that from time to time. We are the best after all.” He winks.

“He wasn’t one of Rafe’s men?”

“Nah. Just some piece of shit who thought he could fuck with our family. Don’t worry, he learned his lesson. I had a lot of fun.”

“I bet.” I shudder, remembering the dead body on the ground. “Brave to be doing that in broad daylight.”

“What are they going to do? Call the cops?” Saint chuckles. “No point.”

“Because you own them,” I say, remembering what Maria said.

“Yes.” Maverick doesn’t even deny it.

“Now what? I just live here now? What about my best friend?” I don’t bother arguing about my house, my job, or anything like that because there’s no point. “She’s got to be worried sick about me.”

“We took care of that,” Saint reassures.

“You did?” I ask. “What did you do?”