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I lick my lips over the promise of drama. Dads are gonna be epic when they realize we liquidated our shit to set Lilah free.
“What about Jett’s part of the plan?” Orion asks before his voice lifts an octave. “And Atlas?”
They’re fucking idiots with the push and the pull.
You love each other and the sex is bananas.
Get over yourselves.
“Jett’s gathering info and taking out threats in-between therapy sessions,” Hunter says. “You’re with him tomorrow, Finn.”
“Nice.” The torturing. Not the therapy.
My pack brothers are like those broken bowls you can glue back together with gold.
I’m powder.
Nothing but crushed-up dust so wrecked that all the king’s horses and all the king’s men couldn’t put me the fuck together again.
“He’s actually going to his sessions?” Orion asks.
“I drove him,” Hunter answers. “He’s serious. And so is Atlas. I took his phone and put him on admin leave. He’ll be in full-time tutoring twenty-four seven unless he has a guard shift.”
“Redfangs?”
“Same shit.” Hunter rolls his cuffs, flashing ink. “More plots to grab you and Lilah. Mostly Lilah. No new pings on Dom’s location.”
My hands are still in my pockets—thanks, Daddy Hunter—but I have knives in there, so I grip one of the hilts, mapping how I’m going to peel Dominik Redfang’s skin.
Fucker probably has snake scales.
I’ll pop them off one-by-one and use ‘em to make Lilah a little clutch. She needs somewhere to keep my leash.
“What else did you find out about Lilah?” Hunter asks.
“She’s obsessed with French toast.” Orion smiles like he has a secret, but fuck that.
I’m watching her harder. “My Star hates piano. And put Trainer Bethany on our list. You know she did some shady shit.”
“Done.” Hunter sends a text. “Come help me grab her gifts.”
“Not leaving.” Lilah’s the only thing holding me together. Fucking hate having her out of sight, and I don’t know what happens if I go farther away.
“You can do donuts in the golf cart.”
“Fine.”
Hunter and I haul presents into the cart. I zoom past two security gates and a tripled guard staff.
Love me a golf cart.
I’d tip it, but I can’t hurt Lilah’s gifts.
We ordered everything she needs. After a ton of trips, box towers fill her living room. I start digging as soon as they’re inside.
The knives I chose aren’t here yet, but my other picks are just as sexy.
Vivid orange lingerie for her and spiked collars for her to put on me.
