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And me? I offered no fucking help as I watched my brother try to fend off Axel’s unannounced wrestling match. I just stood there and laughed. Yeah, these next few weeks would be full of stupid shit and chaos.
The problem was the bags Declan had slung over his shoulders, which I wanted to believe Axel used to his advantage but was probably too drunk to realize. The minute Declan freed himself, Axel was done for. The kid was lean muscle, but my brother was a fucking tank.
“Is it always like this?” Raven asked, her words barely discernible around her giggling.
“Fuck yes,” Maverick replied as he joined us. “We should tell her about the year Declan pissed off the roof.”
“I was sixteen!” Declan growled. He struggled to break free of Axel. Holly howled and barked from her spot, but her entire back end wiggled.
“Or the time his wolf got stuck on the roof,” I chimed in.
“Still sixteen!”
“Baby, maybe you should avoid the roof,” she commented.
“I’ve gotten better—Jesus fucking Christ, you furry leech!” he yelled. Finding his opening, he managed to toss both Axel and a bag over his shoulder before dragging Axel into a headlock. “Get out of that, you furry little shit.”
“Son of a bitch!” Axel snapped. He scrambled and jerked about, but there was no way in hell he’d get the one up on Declan again.
“What about the hot sauce incident when you were twenty-one?” Roan asked. “God, he was so fucking drunk—”
“I hate you all,” Declan announced.
“You win! You win!” Axel gasped and tapped his arm violently. Declan released him.
“This,” he huffed out, getting to his feet, “isn’t going to be roast Declan for two fucking weeks. I got shit on all you fuckers too.”
“Make ‘em put their money where their mouths are, boy,” Cole said. He strode through the massive kitchen looking worn. His dark hair was windblown and showing off the grays at his temples while his stormy blue eyes were dark around the edges. But he wasn’t pissed, which was a good sign for the tourists he’d been searching for. “Take ‘em on at fight night tonight.”
“No.” He shook his head. “You know I don’t do that shit.”
“If I grab your fiancé’s ass, I could get you to throw down,” Roan teased. The look that crossed Declan’s face was downright volatile, matching the deep growl that vibrated in his chest. Wrong choice in taunts.
“Grab my fiancé’s ass and you won’t make it to fight night, Ironwood,” Declan warned. “I’ll bury you in the fucking desert.”
“Shit, you weren’t kidding about the protective side,” I said and grabbed Declan by the shoulders, giving him a friendly shake. “Calm down, Dec. I’ll kick his ass for you if he tries.”
“I mean, his balls are right by my knee,” Raven announced ever so casually. “If he tries, I’ll just knee him in the balls.”
The collective oh that swept through our group was comical. She’d fit right in.
“No, I need those,” Roan whined and pulled away from her. “I need my balls, Declan! Don’t let her kick me in the balls!”
“Then don’t put your balls where she can get ‘em, dumbass,” Cole shot back. He offered Raven a one-armed hug, kissing the top of her head. “How you doin’, darlin’? The boys ain’t too much?”
“Please,” she scoffed.
“Good, good.” He nodded. “I’m movin’ all your asses out of my dinin’ area. There’s shit goin’ on outside. Go be fuckin’ morons out there. I’m goin’ to show these two to their room.”
At pushing fifty, Cole was damn good at putting us all back in our place and wrangling us. Put a little more beer in Roan, and he’d start calling him Daddy. That shit I was fucking waiting for. The fallout always involved Roan on his ass.
Chapter 08
Genevieve
This one,” Nolan announced with a silly grin as he plopped a bright red cowboy hat on my head. I made a face. Red was not my color. Neither were cowboy hats. From the look on Sam’s face behind him, it didn’t look good on me.
“I think this is a Finn accessory.” I laughed and dropped it on Finn’s head as he passed.
