Kings of Anarchy (Brutal Boys of Everlake Prep #3) - Caroline Peckham Page 0,202

to make. Aside from the fact that entertaining so many projects at once meant that my progress was somewhat slowed on some of them. But I had finally come across something in my hunt for the names of the organisers of Royaume D’élite that I was sure would help point us in the right direction to track them down. The surprising part about it was what else I had discovered.

Kyan:

If any of you see my wife can you let her know I have a package for her...

I gritted my teeth as I read the message in the group chat and drummed my fingers against the table. It was Saturday afternoon and I was working while the others had all gone down to the lake to frolic. They hadn't specifically called it frolicking when they'd headed down there, but I knew the drill well enough by now. Kyan and Blake would swim, Monroe and Tatum would watch for a while until Monroe was goaded into joining the others in the water and then they'd get out and Tatum would run screaming from them while they chased her, threatening to dunk her in the icy water too.

Right on cue, the front door banged open and Tatum raced inside with a shriek of laughter, darting past me and tossing a wide grin my way as she charged up the stairs to my room.

A smile touched the edges of my lips before I could stop it and I didn’t even chastise her for using my private space as her safety zone.

Blake:

If the package is your dick again then we don't need constant messages about it.

Kyan:

It is, and I need her to unwrap it with her teeth

I knew these messages were for my benefit and that they would currently be hastily drying off down at the lake beyond The Temple doors. None of them would have let our girl out of their sight now that we had this Justice Ninja bullshit to deal with which meant the messages were entirely intended to get under my skin. The most infuriating thing about that was the fact that I was unable to stop it from working.

Saint:

I am not surprised your wife went running from your dick and your questionable skills with it.

Kyan:

There’s nothing questionable about my dick skills, is there wifey?

Tatum:

*Squid emoji*

I released a long breath and the inevitable followed that.

Kyan:

Fuck yes. With a side of *onion emoji* *octopus emoji* *otter emoji* please.

Tatum:

Only if you let me tie you up this time, baby ;)

The door banged open again and the three assholes entered all shirtless, all dripping moisture with their hair wet. It looked like a set up for a fucking porn shoot and as they tossed their shoes by the door and dumped their shirts in a heap, I had to fight the urge to physically attack them.

Monroe seemed amused as he pushed his dripping hair out of his eyes and came to sit across from me at the dining table.

Kyan and Blake were clearly on the hunt though.

"First one to find her gets a kiss," Blake suggested as he looked around with narrowed eyes as he tried to figure out where she would have hidden.

"You can't just go around kissing my wife without my permission," Kyan grunted.

"You gave me permission the other day, asshole," Blake replied. "Not that I need it."

"Fine. I extend permission to today. If you find her first that is. Otherwise, I'll grant permission for you to watch me with her."

Tatum:

You'll never find me.

The two of them burst into motion, howling like wild animals as they tore through the building, fighting to be the first to find her while neither of them made any move towards my room.

I cut a look towards Monroe and I was sure I noticed his jaw ticking as he watched them hunt, his muscles tense like he was holding back on the desire to join in.

"You look tempted to try for that prize yourself, Nash," I pointed out and he scoffed as he rolled his eyes at me.

"She's my student."

“And you didn't answer my question.”

I gave him a knowing smirk and sent a text of my own.

Saint:

The neanderthals are searching off base. How long are you going to keep them in suspense?

Tatum:

No one will ever find me.

Saint:

Is that a challenge?

Tatum:

*squid emoji*

My hand tingled with the desire to spank her for that and I growled in frustration as I fought against that idea and tried to remember the rules I'd set for myself regarding her. But it was