“I fucking love you,” I rasp before claiming her lips, and she melts into me, kissing me back.
“You didn’t tell us she had a fucking toy boy,” a deep voice mutters behind us, but we don’t stop, a few deep chuckles coming from the others.
“Apparently they can’t fucking wait until they get somewhere private to reunite,” Barrett grumbles, his voice weak but holding his typical annoyance.
“Looks like it,” another voice says as I kiss Lily deeper, our tongues lashing for control.
“We have the brothers and Monty.” An unfamiliar voice speaks this time. “We can keep watch over them until you’re ready to deal with them.”
Lily breaks our kiss, and I have to fight the urge to punch whoever the fuck just spoke for interrupting us.
“Who the fuck are you?” the menacing Devil reincarnated asks, and the guy, wearing black tactical gear, shrugs.
“We are friendlies, sent in by an ally of Lily’s.”
My brows shoot up as I glance at Lily, noting everyone else does the same.
“What?” Lily looks confused as she addresses who I assume is one of her brothers. “These guys aren’t your men?”
“Not fucking ours,” he snarls, his fists balling.
The tactical guy’s phone starts ringing, and he answers it, his eyes flicking to Lily before he steps forward, holding the phone out.
“It’s for you.”
Growling, Lily takes the phone, and we all watch as she stiffens before turning to walk off, giving herself more privacy.
“Who the fuck is she talking to?” the scary brother snaps, and another one rolls his eyes.
“Calm the fuck down, Devon. She didn’t run away twenty years ago for you to step back in and try to control everything again.”
“Shut up, Warrick. No one asked you for your fucking opinion,” Devon snaps, looking like he wants to strangle Warrick.
“Hey there.” Another Barrett look-a-like steps forward, holding his hand out. “I’m Griffin. Barrett’s brother. And these moody fuckers,” he turns and bobs his head towards Devon and Warrick, “are Lily’s brothers.”
“Uh, hey,” I mutter, taking his hand with a shake, before glancing back at Barrett, who still looks fucking pale but is conscious. “I’m Asher.”
When I face them again, they’re all scrutinising me, their gazes dark, especially Devon’s.
“How fucking old are you?” he barks.
“Old enough,” I snap, standing taller and gearing up for a fucking fight if necessary.
“Back off, Devon.” Lily’s voice comes from behind me right before her hand comes to rest on the small of my back. “You don’t get to have an opinion about the man I love.”
“Love?” Devon scoffs. “Is he even older than your sons?”
I grit my fucking teeth, my fists balling at my sides before Lily steps forward, holding out the phone to the tactical guy, still waiting patiently.
“Your boss knows where to take Monty and the MacKenzie brothers,” she says, shifting to hook her arm with mine. “Burn this place to the ground. And remember, no one gets to kill the MacKenzie brothers or Monty except for me and Asher. Got it?”
“Ah, sure,” he responds, his brows raised. “You really the Crimson Angel?”
She doesn’t answer him, instead dismissing him with a wave of her hand and glaring back at the three newcomers.
Her brothers and cousin.
“Why are you here?” she snaps, and Griffin is the one to answer.
