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“Ah fuck,” Chance complained as he broke into an open run.
I bent over, winded, and glowered at his back. Deciding to take a more sedate and stately route, I followed in his wake. The closer I got, the louder the bellows and screams became. They were coming from the small assault course the brothers had built the four boys. All rope bridges and swings. I had an image of what waited for me in the tall, strong trees. I wasn’t disappointed.
As I rounded the leading edge, I skidded to a halt and sighed. Without a second thought, I face-palmed myself as I gazed at Chance, swinging upside down, back and forth from a rope in the trees. His arms were about a foot away from the ground. Both his feet were trapped in a lasso. Beside him swung Diesel, Bear, and Tiny. All four were cursing.
Standing on the platforms that the brothers had built were the four Holy Terrors and the Rage Princesses. I closed my eyes at the Legacies. Half were like Chance, and the rest had been lowered, rolled in the mud pit, and tied to a tree.
“Oh shit, it’s Aunt Clio,” Troy gasped.
“You have until the count of ten to lower your uncles,” I snapped, trying not to laugh.
“Wait!” Chance shouted, panicked, but too late. Brax swung an axe and cut Chance’s rope. Chance landed head-first on the ground, and I winced.
“Lower your uncles!” I yelled as Chance lay there, winded.
“They’re heavy motherfuc—men,” Kit said with a wary look at my stern face.
Three more thumps followed by pained noises echoed around the small area.
“You girls, untie the Legacies right now!” I ordered.
Eddie’s chin jutted out mulishly, and her gaze met mine.
“Push me, Eddie,” I warned her, “but don’t forget, I’m the alpha bitch on Hellfire.”
Eddie visibly chewed that statement over and finally nodded to her posse to let the Legacies go. The Princesses bitched like mad, making sure that they were rough with the ones they dropped from the trees.
“If any of you break a legacy’s bone, be prepared for the worst punishment ever,” I drawled.
“Oh yeah?” Davy challenged.
“Yes, Davina. I’ll visit your house, empty your entire wardrobe, and leave you only boy clothes to wear. And worse, the clothes will belong to the Legacies,” I threatened.
Davy’s mouth dropped, and she swapped a horrified glance with Eddie.
“Fine!” she snarled.
“You can drop the attitude as well!” I informed her.
The Legacies who were being freed were smirking, and several were squaring up to the Princesses. I knew that they were not innocent by a long shot.
“Don’t even think about it, Dante Michaelson. Whatever revenge you plan can wait until you’re back on Rage. Otherwise, I’ll be paying your closets a visit and leaving you all with only dresses to wear!”
Dante’s face fell into a dark pout that was so reminiscent of his father and Chance I had to turn away before laughing. EJ was dropped from a tree loudly, yelling as he hit the floor. He moved to grab Eddie, and I stopped him dead.
“Frilly pink dresses, EJ.”
“Fine,” he relented, but I saw the look he sent Eddie.
“And Eddie, the boy’s clothing does include their boxers and socks.”
Eddie gagged in disgust and lowered Scout more gently. Her younger brother grinned at her and reached out to hug her. Mud and all, and Eddie screeched.
I turned around and saw Phoe and several of the moms with her.
“Nicely handled,” Phoe said with an approving nod.
“That’s a great threat,” Lindsey agreed. “I’m going to remember that one.”
