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“You’re seriously unhinged, you know that right?”

I nod. “I like to think it’s one of the things that Chloe finds endearing.”

He chuckles as his eyes drop back to her sleeping face. She’s so pretty when she’s asleep. Not that she’s not pretty all the time, because she absolutely is. But when she’s asleep, she’s at peace. The weight of the world isn’t on her shoulders, and the danger that stalks us isn’t lingering at the back of her mind. All her worries melt away and allow her to rest.

“What are we going to do if he is here to betray us?” Ronan asks, and I can’t help but smirk at the use of the word “us.”

He’s beginning to see at least the three of us as a unit.

“I have no issues killing him.” I shrug.

“She will, though. Even through everything he’s done to her, every cruel thing he’s said, she never stopped caring for him.”

I sigh. That’s just who Chloe is, though. She cares deeply for people, even the ones that hurt her. The two men not in this room are prime fucking examples of that.

Kingston abandoned her during the hardest time in her life and then kidnapped her when she was vulnerable, keeping her hostage and refusing to allow anyone to speak to or see her until she married him.

And Damon is Damon. He’s an asshole who has been responsible for far too many of her tears as far as I’m concerned.

I wonder if I could carve out the eyeballs of every person that’s ever made her cry. That would be a nice gift…right?

“There it is again,” Ronan comments, dragging my attention back to him. “The unhinged look like you’re plotting someone’s death.”

“I am.”

“Life is never going to be boring, that’s for damn sure.”

There it is again. His acceptance of at least the three of us.

It allows the part of me that’s terrified of losing Chloe to settle. She wants all four of us, that’s something I am absolutely certain of.

But if the other two won’t come to the party, I think the younger Lombardi and I can make her happy.

CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO

KINGSTON

NOW

Trudging into the cabin with annoyance rolling off me, I can’t help but glare at the scene in front of me.

Chloe’s asleep in Ronan’s lap, his fingers moving through her hair as he chats to Ryker about God knows what.

I fucking hate that they’re touching her, loathe that she’s so comfortable in their arms when she should only want to be in mine.

Hearing her screams last night was a lesson in patience that I don’t have, and as much as I would love to steal her away and keep her to myself, I need their help to keep her safe.

Then there’s the fact that she’s been more at peace since the four of us have been with her.

She told me I wasn’t the only one in her heart, but I didn’t believe it until I saw it with my own eyes.

Calculating golden eyes flick up to meet mine. “Hey, boss.”

I storm into the kitchen without responding, pouring myself two fingers of whiskey and throwing them back. The warmth burns through my chest, providing a distraction I desperately need.

After an hour of phone calls, I’m no closer to figuring out who hit the house.

Chloe’s house.