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“Might not have believed it if I hadn’t seen it myself.” The doorman slides his glance to me, and Briggs bristles, angling his broad shoulders so they block the man’s view.
“Sorry, Gunner, but we’re going to need to finish this conversation later.” Grant sighs. “There’s an urgent matter we need to resolve for Clover.”
He doesn’t spill my secrets, or pass judgment, or leave me even when he has an excuse to. If I wasn’t already half in love with the man, all three of them, that would have done it.
“Fine, but bring your checkbook next time you show up here. You’re going to owe us for every single refund we have to issue to the subscribers for that shitty livestream.”
“We’re good for it.” Wesley grins.
“Best money we’ve ever spent.” Grant shrugs. “Though, to be honest, I’m not sure that we’ll be back.”
What does that mean?
“Seems like maybe you’ve found what you’ve been looking for.” The auctioneer’s professional demeanor cracks just a bit as he mumbles, “Lucky bastards.”
Hearing them speak of me like a true prize instead of the trailer trash I’ve been all my life is almost enough to make me forget the shitshow my existence is outside of their arms. But even if it means losing everything I’ve found, I have to help River.
I fidget beside Briggs.
“We can work out the details later. Clover’s got somewhere to be. And we’re sticking with her.” He smothers my hand in his.
Briggs steals my heart when he does as he promised he would.
Gunner tosses the auctioneer a wry smile. “They really are the most fortunate fuckers we’ve ever met, aren’t they?”
“Your turn is coming.” Grant fist-bumps Gunner.
“All the money in the world isn’t usually enough to buy what you’ve found tonight. Don’t take that for granted,” the auctioneer adds.
“Thank you.” Grant shakes their hands. “We’ll make this right.”
“Damn straight you will. Now get the hell out of here.” Gunner steps aside and lets us pass.
I cling to Briggs when he lifts me to carry me from the club with Wesley in front of us and Grant behind. Apparently, he doesn’t intend to let me walk ever again. That’s probably for the best since I’m pretty sure my legs stopped functioning when these men imploded my body or maybe when their loyalty melted my soul into a puddle of goo at their feet. Besides, the shoes Gunner had given me hadn’t actually been functional.
I bury my face in the crook of Briggs’s neck and hide from the other patrons we pass. They clap, whistle, cheer, and shout congratulations as my three billionaires whisk me to safety where they can formulate a plan to rescue River, like I’m starting to realize they saved me.
CHAPTER 7
Briggs
I’m a man of few words. It’s easier to let Grant do the talking and Wesley do the thinking about math and other shit I don’t care about. But this… This is all me. I’m not letting anyone take Clover from us, or threaten our family by choice.
I may not speak much, but I act. I just hope it won’t frighten our girl away when she figures out I have the spirit of a barbarian.
“Stay here, I’ll pull around.” I deposit Clover into Grant’s arms and leave them inside the door.
I jog to the car we brought tonight, glad it is a luxury sedan and not one of our collection of sports cars so there’s plenty of room for our precious cargo. Amped up on adrenaline and the high of a solid fuck that I’m sure is only the beginning of so many better shared experiences to come, I relish the opportunity to stretch my legs.
Now we just have to clear this one pesky roadblock.
I intend to smash through it.
Sliding into the driver’s seat, I rev the engine and squeal the tires as I race to pick up my passengers. My two best friends plus the woman we were meant to share.
I owe Wesley for insisting we come out tonight. He’s never going to shut the hell up about being right either.
The nerd opens the door for Grant then holds it as Grant dips inside still clutching Clover. I don’t blame Wesley for climbing in behind them, sticking close to our prize instead of taking the front seat.
