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The man who I’ve been torturing for hours coughs, getting my attention. “Again, fucking rude,” I snarl, looking at the new splatter of blood on my shirt. “This was new, by the way. If you weren’t about to die, I’d make you buy me a new one.”

Without a second thought, I bring my blade up to his throat and slide it across his neck in a swift motion. He lets out a gurgle, blood pouring down his neck before his body goes limp.

“Thought you wanted answers,” Saint chuckles teasingly.

“I want to spend time with my Bunny more. And we all know he didn’t know shit.” This guy was just a lackey for the Paxton family, a gang from a few towns over. We noticed a shipment of our drugs went missing on its way to one of our clubs. A week later, it was being distributed and sold, but not by us. We managed to track down who took it, and before going after their leader, we thought we’d get more information from some of the lower-level help.

As this guy proved, they don’t know shit.

“Tell Father to just send in a team of men to kill them all. They fucked with the Bratva, they need to die.

“That’s what we were going to do in the first place before you insisted on having some fun.” Saint raises a brow.

“Well, I had my fun.” I shove the man, flipping him over onto his side. I find his wallet in his back pocket and pull out what cash he has.

“Really?” Maverick mutters.

“What?” I get to my feet, pocketing the bloody bills. “He ruined my shirt.”

“You have more money than you know what to do with. Just go buy another.”

“It’s the principle.” I roll my eyes. “Now, can we go?”

“We’ve wanted to leave for a half hour now.” Maverick glares at me.

“I wasn’t ready to go then. I am now. So let’s go!” I shout, jogging out of the warehouse.

“Are you sure we can’t kill him?” Saint asks.

“I heard that!” I shout over my shoulder with a chuckle. Excitement thumps through me at the knowledge that I’ll get to see my Bunny.

“As much as I love doing the odd job for Father, I don’t like being away from Cove this long,” I sigh, bouncing in my seat, unable to sit still with this restless energy.

“None of us do,” Maverick agrees.

“You think she’s going to come out of her room today?” Saint asks.

It’s been three days. Three days since Cove came back from the shooting rage with Saint and went straight upstairs, locking herself in the room.

When she didn’t come out for hours, we all tried to talk to her, but she said she had a lot on her mind and needed space, time to think.

What if she was thinking about how much she didn’t want to be here with us, didn’t want to be with us.

How could she not want to? We’re the loves of her life. Sure, maybe before she knew who we really were, I’d understand. But now she knows everything, so how could she still not see what’s between us? What was meant to be all along.

My brothers gave her space like she asked. Me, however... fuck that. Space and I are not acquainted.

I spent hours sitting outside her door talking. Mostly to myself because she wouldn’t reply back, but sometimes Luna would take pity on me and curl up in my lap, so I’d talk to her.

Last night, she finally started opening the door, but only to take the food that was left for her or so she could snatch her cat off my lap and take her inside. I tried not to feel hurt, but that was kind of mean. Luna loves me, loves all of us.

“Once she sees what I got her, yup.” I grin, revving the engine.

I saw the look of awe in her eyes when watching the camera feed the day she went into the garage. My girl liked what she saw and thought the cars were impressive.

My first thought was to give her one, then to buy her one. But if I know my Bunny like I know I do, then fancy cars aren’t her thing.

She’s more of a truck girl.