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I lift the gun up, our combined releases coating it. “Open,” I growl out my demand.

Slowly, she does as she’s told.

I press the barrel of the gun past her lips and into her mouth. “Now suck.”

She locks her lips around the metal and sucks as I pull it back, cleaning the cum off.

“You are never leaving me,” I growl, gripping her cheeks roughly as I crash my lips to hers. “You’re mine, Cove. All fucking mine.”

I kiss her like a madman until we’re both a panting mess.

Afterward, I clean her up, neither of us saying a word. It’s not awkward or anything, but I know Cove is processing what happened and how she felt about it. It was a lot, but she handled it so fucking well.

“Saint?” she says my name as we walk back to the house.

“Yes, Little Bunny.” I look down at her, the warm summer sun warming our skin.

She doesn’t look at me when she speaks. “Thank you.”

I smile, pride swelling in my chest. “You never have to thank me, Cove. Whatever you want, whatever you need, we’ve got you. Always.”

And we do. We’ve been without her for too many years. Never again. We will do whatever it takes to keep her for the rest of our lives and beyond.

What. Ever. It. Takes.

Chapter Nineteen

Shepherd

“You know, it’s really fucking rude to take this long to die. I have plans with my Little Bunny. She’s been having a hard few days, so I thought I’d do something nice for her, and I’m already five minutes late,” I sigh, annoyed as I lift the guy’s head. “Tell me what I want to know, and we can end this.”

“I don’t know anything.” He coughs up blood, spraying my white shirt.

“Okay, now that’s fucking rude. Do you have any manners?”

“Just end him already,” Maverick sighs, even more annoyed than I am.

“Excuse the fuck out of you,” I hiss, shooting him a glare. “You’re the reason our girl is in a mood. If you weren’t such an asshole, she wouldn’t be like this.”

Maverick glares at me. “Use your fucking hand, asshole. You have been your whole life, a few more weeks won’t kill you.”

I gape at him in horror. “You think it’s going to take that long for her to change her mind?”

“Might be longer,” Saint adds, not so helpfully. My head snaps over to him.

“I don’t want to hear anything from you either. Mr.-fuck-our-girl-with-a-gun. You knew I wanted to be the one to do that!”

He’s leaning against the wall, arms crossed, and a smug smirk taking over his stupid face. “I’m not the least bit sorry. You should have seen the way she shattered for me, little brother. Music to my fucking ears.”

“I hate you,” I hiss.

“You don’t get to be the one who gets to do everything in her journal.” He rolls his eyes. “Fucking baby.”

“I do!” I shout. “I’m the one who found it.”

“Stole it,” Maverick grunts out in correction.

“Oh, shut up,” I grumble.