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My stomach drops at seeing him again. I’ve been in such a bubble of protectiveness with Shepp, Arrow, and Jericho in their mansion. Seeing Gabriel again has the hairs on the back of my neck rising and my nerves kicking up on the defense. I’m ready to run right out of here and disappear.
The only thing keeping me here? The three men surrounding me in a tiny half circle.
This is our meeting time. He wasn't specific before, simply stating I'd know. Well, I guess I know, because we’re finally in the same room together after time apart. Yay for me. And judging by how miserable Shepp, Jericho, and Arrow look, they’re about as excited as me.
It’s a real party up in here.
“Have I told you yet that you look good enough to eat, Kitten? I should take you into the bathroom and have a meal, anyway. Despite you being a party pooper and not wanting your fun back door prize.” Arrow gives me his signature grin, showcasing all his pearly whites. “Next time,” he whispers with a nod.
“Sure,” I say, pursing my lips. “Next time, big guy.” I tap his upper arm a few times, placating him.
“Oh goody, because I’m full of good ideas,” he says, rubbing his hands together.
“Incoming,” hisses Jericho, moving his drink to his left hand. “Governor LeMaster,” he says, extending his right hand out. “Wonderful to see you here tonight.”
My eyebrows raise when the portly-looking, older man approaches with a wide smile, shaking Jericho’s hand.
“Boys. Welcome to the family.”
“We should be saying the same to Leighton. How’s his face?” Jericho says, taking his hand back.
The Governor's face doesn’t change when he shrugs a shoulder, but I see the anger resting deep in his eyes. If he had it his way, he’d take Jericho out for that comment.
“Better. He was able to make it to his own initiation,” he says with the happiest smile that would fool normal people.
“Oh, wonderful. I just wanted to relay the message to him that he should keep his hands off women who aren’t associated with him. Especially when that woman is my wife.”
Shivers work their way through me when he emphasizes the word—wife. Jericho has this air about him when he threatens someone. He doesn’t make any physical moves, unless he has to. Case in point—Leighton for fingering me without my permission. It’s the way he delivers his words so smoothly while sipping wine that has my pussy clenching.
Wow.
“I can smell your arousal,” Arrow whispers lowly in my ear, grabbing my ass again in a tight squeeze. “God, him calling you his wife has you all turned on, doesn’t it?”
No, absolutely the fuck not. I sigh. Who am I kidding? It kind of does. Even though I’m still butt hurt he didn’t involve me in the wedding. At all. That’s okay, if this works out, I’ll make him walk me down the aisle at the wedding of my dreams. Whatever that is.
I gently push him off, causing him to laugh. “Shut it,” I grumble, taking a sip of my champagne as the Governor and Jericho exchange more words laced with threats.
Since the moment we entered the top floor ballroom, overlooking the massive city of Briar Cove, this has been happening. Everyone knows who they’re celebrating and it’s the three men standing rigidly around me. Every five minutes or so, someone walks up to them, shakes their hand, and says congratulations on officially becoming a part of the family.
It’s a weird as hell tradition. But who am I to judge? This is their lifestyle. And now, mine, too.
The good Governor walks away with his head held high and his hands stuffed into his pockets. If he’s here, then his deranged son is probably here, too. Great. I’ll have to keep my eyes peeled for him, too.
Monsters walk in all forms, after all.
I take stock of the room again, trying to gather my bearings. Gabriel will no doubt come this way soon. In my gut, I know he’ll try to separate the four of us and beg me to give him all the details of my stay with them—something I’m dreading. Talk about being caught in the middle of some bullshit rat race. He has my sister, though. What am I supposed to do? Leave her out to dry in the middle of a fucking torrential downpour?
Fuck.
There he is. The scummy man of the hour, weaving through the crowd solo this time. His eyes set on a small circle of people near us. My heart drops when his eyes connect with mine.
“Let me lick you, Kitten. I can take your mind right off that fucker,” Arrow says, nibbling on my ear this time.
My breath picks up but quickly dissipates when he falls to the side with a grunt.
“Fuck off,” Jericho hisses, shaking his head. “Best behavior, Arrow. Any of these fuckers could be a spy, reporting back to him.”
I swallow hard. Yeah, you’re looking at her.
