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“Damien?” What the fuck are you doing here?”
“A little birdy told me you might be able to use a hand.”
He whistled, and those in the cars down the street exited, coming to join us on the lawn.
“No fucking way,” Grey said excitedly, speed walking across the grass to where two guys approached with a group of others behind them. He embraced the first one and got tackled to the ground in a bear hug before the other one hauled him back up and into a back thumping embrace of his own.
“Who are they?”
Rook ran a thumb over his lip. “Well, shit. Now it’s a fucking party.”
The two guys waved at Corv and Rook, coming over. The one on the left had a smile that practically glowed in the dark, while the other, though he looked happy to see my guys, had an aura of danger around him like a black cloud I doubted ever saw sunlight.
“Hardin, Kaleb, how’s it going, you fucking beautiful bastards?” Rook said, answering my question for me, slapping smiley guy’s hand before tugging him in for a hug and fist bumping the other one.
“Shit, Corv, the buzzcut doesnotsuit you man. You got to grow that shit out,” the smiling one said, jerking Corvus in for a hug while rubbing the top of his head like a lucky charm.
“You always knew how to give a guy a compliment, Kaleb. Hardin,” Corv shook the other one’s hand. “What are you guys doing here?”
“Shit, wait. We need to make the proper introductions,” Rook said, completely interrupting Hardin’s reply, earning himself a glare in the process. He put a palm to my lower back and shoved me forward. “Thisis Ava Jade.”
Hardin’s bright eyes ran the length of me before giving a nod. “Nice to put a face to the name.”
“No shit?” Kaleb said excitedly, snatching my hand to shake it roughly in his. I lifted a brow at him and yelped as he jerked me forward, using his firm grip on my hand to spin me in a circle before letting me go and giving me a good appraisal himself. “Damn. They don’t make ’em like that in SoCal.”
I snorted, changing my mind about stabbing him for the unsolicited dance. “So, who exactly are you guys?”
Kaleb put a hand to his chest, looking at my guys with wounded puppy eyes. “They didn’t tell you about us. Now, I’m just hurt.”
“Hardin St. Vincent,” the brooding one said, extending a hand, which I took. “And this jackass is my brother, Kaleb.”
“St. Vincent?”
“They’re Uncle Damien’s sons,” Grey explained.
“You’re here for the fireworks, then?” Rook asked, his black eyes alight with enthusiasm in a way that told me I could trust these two.
“Seems that way,” Hardin answered. “D said you could use the help.”
Kaleb shoved Corv. “Couldn’t miss the chance to come up and see your ugly mugs.”
I caught sight of Damien and Diesel speaking in hushed tones near Damien’s truck, and looking around at all the now-hopeful faces of our crew, I truly hoped Diesel didn’t turn down his brother’s offer. I scrutinized Damien St. Vincent in a new light. I would’ve never pegged him as the fatherly type, but then again, I would’ve never guessed Diesel to be a father, either.
His sons didn’t look much like him aside from Hardin’s dark hair and wide-shouldered build. And maybe Kaleb’s face shape, with the sharp edged brows and even sharper jawline.
They were pretty, but not pretty enough to go sayingmy guyshad ugly mugs. Joke or not.
Damien wrapped an arm around Diesel, drawing him over to where we stood on the lawn while they continued their conversation.
“You know I can handle my own shit, Damien,” Diesel was saying, and I wanted to fucking hit him.
“I know,” Damien said. “But you don’t have to. Besides, I’m looking forward to fighting alongside my brother. It’ll be like old times.”
Diesel’s hard exterior seemed to crack at that, his lips pulling into a half grin.
The rest of Damien’s men came forward, saying their hellos to my guys and Diesel, who graciously welcomed each one.
“This is all I could spare,” Damien said, indicating the additional twelve men on top of himself and his sons.
