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“It’s okay,” I coo, and it stops barking, whining as it tugs on the chain to get to us. “Raff?”
“No.” He drags me up, sparing the dog a sad look before hauling me through the gate and back to the car. Once inside, I pull my mask off and toss it away as Raff slides into the front seat behind the wheel. Astro gets into the passenger seat as Cillian tugs me onto his lap.
“Wait, where’s Dal?” I scramble off Cillian’s lap and peer out just as I see him running toward us.
“Dal, where were you?” I ask as he jumps into the car, only to turn to show the fluffy dog he stole. “Dal! Did you steal her dog?”
“If she can’t look after him, she shouldn’t have him,” he says. “Drive.”
Laughing, I pet the dog as it yips in excitement, crawling across our laps. “I wonder what he’s called?”
“He doesn’t have a tag.” Dal shrugs. “Maybe you should name it.”
“We can’t keep him, can we?” I frown.
“Call it a gift.” He grins as Raff sighs.
“What do you think, little buddy? Want to come home with us? We would walk you, love you, feed you. You can sleep on any bed or sofa, I don’t care, and you can have all the toys.” He yips, licking my face as I giggle.
“Okay, buddy, but you need a name. What about Rodger?” he asks. “Okay, no Rodger. What about Raff Jr.?”
“Don’t you dare,” Raff snaps.
“What do you think, buddy? Raff Jr.?” He barks, and I cuddle him. “You like it? Oh, you’re such a good boy, aren’t you, little Raff?”
“Fuck.” Raffiel groans while Astro laughs and reaches over to pet him. He wiggles forward and licks Raff’s face. “Fine, you’re cute, but if you shit on my clothes or eat my shoes, we are not friends.”
Raff Jr. barks as I sit back, grinning.
Not only did we just get away with breaking and entering, destruction of property, and theft, but damn did it feel good to get out all that rage.
It wasn’t the most mature, healing thing to do, but I don’t give a fuck. I feel amazing, and I got a dog.
So bite me.
Or better yet, Raff Jr. will bite you.
TWENTY-SEVEN
Iwas wondering how long it would be before they asked about my brother. They are elite soldiers trained in every aspect so they miss nothing, and they certainly didn’t miss Sal mentioning my brother. Surprisingly, they haven’t brought it up yet. Cillian and Dal went straight back out and returned with everything a dog could need. I mean everything. I’m pretty sure they bought the store out.
I’m too pumped to sleep, so I show Raff Jr. his new house and he gets settled on one of the beds and instantly begins snoring. I leave him there in peace and go in search of the guys. They are surrounding what seems to be a doggy teepee, debating how to put it together.
“You could just read the instructions,” I suggest.
“Instructions are for losers.” Raff snorts, even as Cillian glances at them, winking at me as he puts it together as they struggle on the other side.
“When you’re done with that, I have some other things I need you to do,” I call.
“What?” Astro asks, biting his tongue.
“Oh, don’t know, maybe work off some of this excess adrenaline?” They freeze, their heads swinging to me. “I guess if you’re busy, though, I could always go work out.” I turn away, and I hear the teepee drop before I’m scooped up over someone’s shoulder.
Men.
“Living room, it’s closer,” Astro says, and Cillian turns and sprints into the living room, dropping me onto the floor in a heap as he grins at me.
Raff follows them in, and Dal shuts the double doors after us, leaning against them as he watches me with dark, lustful eyes.
