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Early the next morning, a frantic knock on our bedroom door has me sitting up sharply. It takes me a moment to slide out between Eastern and Sonny, the memory of last night making my cheeks flush with heat. I’m not sure who I became, but I like her. I plan on becoming her again very soon.
“Who’s that fucking banging on the door?” Ford groans, grasping his head.
It must be pounding given we carried on drinking late into the night after our little thief Sonny stole another bottle of whiskey from the kitchen. I know the alcohol was needed, mainly because the guys were all so wound up from our moment together. Not one of them made me feel like I needed to return the favour, and that told me all I needed to know about them. Yes, they might be horny teenagers, but every single one has the heart and soul of a man. A man who’s okay to wait until I’m ready to take that next step with each of them. And boy am I ready.
Eastern pops an eye open, his hair ruffled with sleep. “What goddamn time is it?” he grumbles, then groans as Sonny rolls over and smacks him in the mouth with his arm.
“Get off me, dickwad,” he jibes, but grins when Sonny lifts his head and blows him a kiss.
“Sorry, arsehole.”
When the banging gets more insistent, Camden jerks awake. The duvet falls from his chest giving me the perfect view of his muscular torso and lion tattoo.
“Who do I need to punch,” he snarls, clearly not a morning person.
My own head is pounding too. I should’ve stopped after the third shot, of course I didn’t.
“This better be a bloody emergency!” I call out, hauling myself to my feet, quickly pulling on my jeans. I slept in my t-shirt and knickers and even though both boys had a hard on all night, they were respectful and didn’t try to initiate sex, keeping their boxer shorts on. I’m not sure I can say the same for Camden and Ford, however. They slept in the single beds, so it wasn’t as if they needed to protect their junk.
The banging gets more insistent, and I grumble under my breath, yanking the door open just as I’m repeating my grumble that this is in fact an emergency. Half a second later, I wish I could take that statement back because standing before me is Kate, her face a swollen mess of tears.
“Kate! What the fuck are you doing here?”
The second the guys see who’s at the door and the state she’s in, they’re up and out of bed grabbing their clothes. Behind Kate is Frank, one of the ex-marines Cal left in charge at Oceanside, and Hudson. I can hear a commotion downstairs, and the distinct sound of Mr Carmichael’s voice.
“What the fuck is going on?” I ask, as she falls into my arms, sobbing.
I look between Frank and Hudson who for some fucking reason aren’t speaking. Hudson clears his throat when Cal comes sprinting up the stairs and rushes into our room.
“Get dressed. NOW!” he barks out.
“Woah! Calm the fuck down, man! Wearegetting dressed,” Sonny shouts, disorientated from lack of sleep and a hangover. He stumbles, pulling on his clothes.
Kate grips hold of me, crying in earnest now. She’s mumbling something that I can’t make out, but the fact she’s here isn’t good.
“Kate, tell me what’s happened!” I grip her shoulders, pushing her back. Fear makes me harsh.
But she can’t respond as her knees suddenly give way, heart-wrenching sobs wracking her body. Ford is at my side immediately swooping her up into his arms. He carries her to the sofa and sits with her, hauling her into his side. He gives me a look that shatters my heart.
Something is terribly, terribly wrong.
“Someone better tell us what the fuck is going on!” Camden growls, stepping up beside me and wrapping his arm around my waist. I lean into his hold, gripping him tightly needing to find something steady, someone solid to anchor myself to because I know something life-altering is coming. I see it in the way Hudson looks at me as he steps into the room, a heavy sigh leaving his lips.
“This is for you, Asia,” he says gently, holding out a folded piece of paper. I take it from him with shaking fingers.
“What’s this?”
“I’m so sorry. This isn’t something I could’ve predicted. We had no idea.”
Eastern is beside me in a second. “Sorry forwhat?” he snaps.
“Is it Tracy? Braydon?” I ask, my hands shaking as awful thoughts rush through my head.
“No, they’re safe,” Hudson reassures me, fiercely.
“Then what the fuck is it? Why is Kate here? Is that Mr Carmichael’s voice I can hear downstairs?” Sonny asks, the questions he fires at Hudson and Cal are sharp and relentless.
