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“Some of the girls need surgery. The damage they sustained…” his voice drifts off, but I don’t need him to explain.
I swallow, my girls drawing closer. “What about Zale? Has he said anything yet?”
Rémy shakes his head. “No. The doctors had to sedate him because he has a broken arm that hasn’t healed properly. They want to break it and reset it.”
I blow out a breath. “Alright. As long as he’s not in any pain, that’s good, right?” I reassure myself.
“Really good,” Lollie agrees. “Now tell me who Zale is and what the fuck is going on.”
CHAPTERTWENTY-FOUR
Ifill them in on everything as Maxim, Rémy, and Calix stand sentry behind me. I leave the men out of my story as much as possible so that they don’t pester me for answers I just don’t have to give them. I ignore their presence as best as I can, but it’s getting harder and harder to do, especially when my girls keep looking up at them.
“So, it’s over now? You can come home?” Reese asks when I finish my story.
“I have some loose ends to tie up, but yeah, I can come home,” I tell them, feeling the guys behind me tense.
“Sugar,” Rémy’s growls, his French accent coming through thick with his anger.
“What’s the story with these guys anyway? Most people collect magnets or keychains when they visit other countries, but you had to go one better. A Greek, a Russian, and a Frenchman. Ooh la la,” Dulce teases, making Reese snort.
Dulce ignores her and stares at Maxim. “Why do you look so familiar?”
“You son of a bitch,” a deep voice snarls.
Turning toward the door, I see a crowd of familiar faces pouring in. At the front is Dulce’s husband, Dimitri Aslanov. He makes a beeline for Maxim and punches him in the face.
Maxim stumbles back, but he doesn’t go down. Instead, he steps up toe-to-toe with Aslanov. “You get that one for free, but touch me again, and your wife will be glad she has a few spare men because I’ll cut your hands off and gift them to her.”
“Hey, not cool. I like his hands. Can’t you, I don’t know, take an ear or something?” Dulce whines, making me look to the ceiling for strength.
With a sigh, I walk over and place myself between Maxim and Aslanov and put my hands on Aslanov’s chest. Rémy growls from behind me, but I ignore him.
Dulce, though, laughs loudly. “Oh, pipe down. Sugar and Aslanov love each other because they love me. That’s it. If either of them hurts me, the other would kill them in a heartbeat.”
She’s not wrong, but it does nothing to soothe Rémy, who crowds closer.
“You should have fucking told me where she was. You knew we were looking for her,” Aslanov snarls at Maxim.
“Careful, Dimitri, that sounds an awful lot like an order, and we both know I don’t take orders from anyone.”
“Oh my God, put your motherfucking cocks away. Look, Aslanov, I get that you’re mad, and I understand why, but I asked him to keep it from you. I needed to make sure Dulce was safe. You understand that, right?”
He looks down at me and frowns, but eventually he sighs, knowing he’d have killed me if Dulce had gotten mixed up in my shit. “Don’t do it again. I don’t like seeing my wife cry.” He kisses my forehead and steps back.
“You’re such a dick,” I hear one of Dulce’s other men—Hunter—say with a sigh as he steps up with Cain. Both hug me before making space for Griff, who picks me up and spins me around before he is yanked away by Calix.
“You might want to call your dogs off, Sugar. They look like they bite.” Reece’s man Graves steps up. I tilt my head, and my lips twitch when I realize Glitch is the one in control right now. I don’t tell my girls this because I like all their men, but Glitch is my favorite.
“Hey, Glitch.” I wave at him as Blink turns to Vega and Law.
“How does she always do that?”
“Do what?” I tease before giving them each a quick hug.
“Recognize greatness.” Glitch winks.
Icarus, Lollie’s biker, offers me a chin lift as he wraps his arm around his woman. “Glad you’re okay. Talon and Sawyer send their best. They’re back home holding down the fort.”
