your stalker was. I wasn’t thinking straight. I realized too late that you would tell them Derek sent you, which would mean nothing to them. But before I could fix it, it was too late.”
“Garrett went looking for me at the garage,” I guess.
“Bingo. Only he wasn’t expecting to find his dead twin was actually alive, any more than I was. We fought. He hit me with something and the next thing I know, I’m waking up in the hospital with a burned-out garage, which was supposedly caused by a gas leak.”
“But you could have called then, fixed the shit you caused because a heads up would have been real fucking nice,” Bates snaps from beside me. I burrow into him a little, thankful when I feel him relax at my touch.
“Witness protection stepped in again, didn’t they?” Owen guesses.
Derek nods. “They wanted to split Ava and me up, but I don’t trust anyone else to keep her safe.”
“And I wouldn’t leave him. When we heard what happened, we contacted him,” she points to my dad, “and here we are.” She shrugs.
“Fuck!” Priest curses. “I’m so fucking pissed at you,” he growls at Derek before looking over at Ava in Saint’s arms and his eyes soften a little. “But I get it. I’m not saying I agree with the choices you made, but I get it.”
“So, what happens now?” Ava asks hesitantly.
“Well, I have a sister to get to know.” Saint smiles down at her.
“And I have a sister I need to apologize to,” Tate says, looking at me with a smile of his own.
“And I have a sister who needs to get better. My car is making this weird clunking noise—oof.” My dad slaps Owen around the back of the head, making me laugh.
“Garrett is a wanted man. His face is plastered over every news station in the country. He won’t be able to hide for long,” my father tells us all. “But you, Raindrop, are on lockdown until further notice.” He speaks in that voice parents reserve only for their kids. I don’t even try to argue, not with this much testosterone in the room. Besides, I can think of worse things than being locked down with the men I love.
Chapter Forty-Eight
Reign
“I’m going to kill you all,” I snap, slamming the door and locking it behind me.
Of course, it takes Bates thirty seconds to pick the lock, but by that point, I’m ready and facing the three fucktards formally known as my old men with my gun aimed at them.
“Now, Reign,” Saint coaxes, which makes me growl.
“Don’t you now Reign me,” I snarl. “I didn’t give you a hard time when you guys found out about Slutty McWhoreface being pregnant, and as relieved as I was to find out the baby isn’t yours, Bates, I refrained from gloating because I’m mature like that.”
I glare at Priest when he snorts.
“But,” I continue, “I should have had the right to fuck her up, not Luna.” I pout.
“Come on, Trouble, you’ve been healing,” Bates says. I move the gun a little to the left of him and fire off a round into the door frame.
“Holy fuck!” Saint yells.
“I’m healed, you fuckers. I’ve been healed for weeks and, so help me God, if you don’t start acting like it I’m going to order the biggest fucking vibrator I can find and—” I don’t get to finish that sentence as I find myself on my back on the bed with Bates over me.
“Do you need a little loving, Trouble?” Bates’s voice rumbles over me as Priest pries the gun from my fingers.
“No, I don’t need to be loved on, I know you guys love me. What I need is for you to stop treating me like I’m made of glass and fuck me already!” I bellow.
I’m not sure what happens next, but I somehow find myself naked with a rock-hard cock inside me.
“Yes, thank you, God,” I gasp as Bates thrusts hard, while Priest and Saint suck a nipple into each of their mouths.
“Are you thanking God for cock?” Bates asks, sounding amused as he fucks me with lazy, unhurried strokes.
“My God understands the need for cock. I asked, and I received.” I arch up as he hits a spot inside me that makes me clench around him. He curses, picking up his pace as I wrap my legs around his hips.
“Harder,” I beg, but this is Bates, so of course, he ignores me.
“Bates,” I plead, but again he keeps his lazy pace.