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Luckily he’s still young and has a lot of years left to rule.

Plus, we like our job. We get to kill for a living and keep traitors out of our ranks. It’s way better than sitting at a desk working a nine to five.

“I want to cook dinner for everyone tonight. How does roast chicken, mashed potatoes, grilled corn, and gravy sound?”

“Like fucking heaven,” Shepherd groans.

“I’m not talking to you, donut stealer,” she hisses at Shepherd.

He pouts. “Come on, Bunny. I said I was sorry. I’ll get you a new one today, okay?”

“You better.” She points a finger at him. “Next time, remember, never get in the way of a girl and her current food fixation. I’ve been trapped here.” She waves her hand around. “I haven’t been able to go to my bakery. And Maverick was nice enough to go for me. He brought back something for me, and you ate it!”

“She hates me,” Shepherd groans, putting his forehead on the table. “And I can’t even offer up orgasms as an apology."

“Why not?” Cove asks, pausing her rant.

“Because Maverick said no sex, remember?” he mutters, head still on the table.

Cove lets out a snort. “Didn’t stop Saint from fucking me with the gun, remember? And Maverick ate me out the other day. If you're offering up orgasms as an apology, I’m inclined to accept."

“Really?” Shepherd’s head pops up. “Fuck yes. Let’s go! Hell, get on the table, I’ll eat you for lunch, right here right now.”

Cove laughs, her smile lighting up the room.

“Sorry, but that’s going to have to wait,” Maverick says, stepping into the room.

“You’re fucking with me, right?” Shepherd glares at our big brother. “Whatever it is, it can wait. I was about to eat,” he whines, waving his hand toward Cove.

Maverick looks at our girl, his broody face turning soft.

“Hi, Bunny,” he murmurs.

Just like that, Cove blushes, melting into a puddle for him.

I smile, shaking my head with a chuckle. My brother sure knows how to win her over.

For a while there, I thought he would be left out, but after how tentative and caring he was with Cove over the past week, I don’t think our girl has it in her to fight him anymore.

“Hi.” She smiles. “Where are you going?” she asks with a pout. “You just got back.”

He walks over to Cove and presses a kiss to her forehead.

“Our father just called us. We have one of Rafe’s men.”

That has me on my feet with a rush of excitement. We haven’t seen any of Rafe’s men around in weeks. We were hoping that he had just given up, but even if he did, we weren’t taking any chances.

We’ve been trying to get into contact with him ourselves, but he’s avoiding us like the spineless coward he is.

All of this could have been easily solved by sitting down and having a conversation. Or we could mass murder him and his men. Either would work for me.

Instead, he’s been hiding behind his lackeys. He knows we’ve been killing his men, but still he keeps sending them. It’s almost like he wants us to pick them off one by one.

His father made a big fucking mistake putting him in charge. He’s nothing but a joke.

“Yes.” Shepherd grins, rubbing his hands together. “Time to have some fun. It’s been a while since I’ve gotten my hands bloody.”

“It’s been two days.” Maverick gives him a deadpan look.