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The head of another guard nearby whips around, eyes growing wide in shock.

“I know!” I tell him. “I couldn’t believe it either. Would you do that to your girlfriend, wife, boyfriend?” I say the last part as a question.

“Uh, no?”

“Well, at least you’re a good man,” I reply, patting him on the arm before I jog my way up the stairs. “Maverick Leonardo Volkov, where the fuck are you?” I yell as I make my way into the house and toward the kitchen.

“Who the hell is Leonardo?” Shepherd asks as the door to the kitchen slams open.

Maverick turns to face me, that stupid subtle smirk making an appearance on his face when he sees me. I’m fuming with anger, chest heaving as I shoot daggers at him. “Hungry?” he asks, the double meaning not lost on me. Yes, I was fucking hungry. For his dick!

“You don’t just use a woman's mouth to get off and then leave her hanging. That's messed up,” I snarl, pointing a furious finger at him.

A choking sound next to me gets my attention. Shepherd coughs, slapping his hand on his chest a few times. “I’m sorry, you did what?” he croaks out, eyes flicking between the two of us. “Without me?”

Maverick shoots his brother an unimpressed look. “You’ve gotten your chance. Fuck off.”

Shepherd looks back to me, grinning. “Not so mad at us anymore, huh?”

“Oh. I’m mad, so mad,” I growl, turning my attention back to Maverick. “Do you have anything to say for yourself?”

“Eat.” He hands me a plate of food. This morning it’s fried eggs and bacon.

“Can we go back to what I asked before? You called him Maverick Leonardo Volkov. That’s not his middle name.”

“I know that,” I hiss at Shepherd. “Mind your own business, Shepherd Ronaldo Volkov.”

He cocks a brow, lips curving into that damn smile that makes my knees weak. “You’re so fucking cute, giving us all these names. But I don’t like Ronaldo. If I’m changing my middle name, I want to go with something cool, like Viper.”

“No one is changing their middle name,” Saint chimes in. I’m just now realizing he’s here.

He’s sitting at the table, in nothing but a pair of grey sweatpants. He’s pushed away from the table enough that I can see his legs sprawled open.

“I swear you three are trying to kill me,” I mutter under my breath, tearing my eyes off the outline of his cock. It’s not even hard, and the damn thing looks to be about the same size as his brother’s. Why couldn't men with smaller dicks have kidnapped me?

What the hell am I talking about?

“Come here,” Saint commands, cocking his head to the side.

I want to tell him to go fuck himself. I’m that angry, but my feet seem to have a mind of their own.

Begrudgingly, I shuffle over to him. I let out a shock of surprise when he pulls me down into his lap, wrapping his arms around me.

“What’s got you all worked up?” he asks me, gripping my chin and forcing me to look at him,

My mind goes blank, unable to think. His warmth seeps into my bones, his spicy scent settling over me like a warm, cozy blanket. And those eyes, those fucking blue eyes, know how to pierce my damn soul.

“Yes, malen'kiy zaychik, what’s got you all worked up?”

My head snaps over to Maverick. “You, shhh. You damn well know what.”

There's this damn twinkle in his eye that does things to me. Damn him.

“Did my brother tease you?” Saint’s voice is in my ear now, his breath against my neck making me shiver.

Licking my lips, I turn to look up at him. “Yes. Wanna help a girl out?”

“I will!” Shepherd shouts, jumping to his feet so fast that the chair he was sitting on falls to the ground behind him.