Page 208 of Deadly Sweet

Chapter 39

Savannah

“Hey, Little Killer.”

Looking up from my book, I smile at Walker. He’s crouched down by the foot of my nest, grinning at me. I’m sure I look silly.

I’m dressed in his sweatpants, one of Jake’s beanies, Caleb’s sweater, and I’ve snatched Leroy’s blue fuzzy socks he’s been hiding from me.

Ha, jokes on him, I’ve already raided every inch of all four of their bedrooms as well as every other room in this house. If I want it, it's mine.

“You look cozy,” he chuckles.

“Mhhm.” I smile, putting the book down and stretching. “I got lost in my book.”

“Best kind of way to get lost.” He winks and I laugh.

“Not like when we lost Caleb on the beach?” I grin.

Okay, so we didn’t lose him, but more like hid from him. It was Walker’s idea. We all hid behind trees, and I felt bad as Caleb looked around like a lost puppy for us.

Didn’t help that some teenagers playing frisbee missed and hit Caleb in the nuts.

Walker had a laughing fit, but I was pissed. Jake had to throw me over his shoulder before I lost my shit on the kid.

Apparently, fighting teenagers on the beach isn’t allowed. I should have asked to see their ID. They’re free game if they’re eighteen.

Walker grins. “Nah, that was fucking gold.”

Rolling my eyes, I sit up. “What's up?”

“I hate to interrupt your nest time, but I have a favor to ask.”

“Okay.” I pull the blanket off me. “What is it? Who do I need to kill? I can see if the warehouse is free. It’s been a while, but I’ve been dying to use my taser.”

“Down, Little Killer, down.” He chuckles. “Not that kind of favor. But if I ever do need one like that, I know who to come to.”

“Ahh, yeah. Who else would you go to?” I glare at him. “Duchess wouldn’t do me dirty like that.”

“Savvy,” he says my name with a low growl.

“Right, sorry, getting off topic. What's the favor?”

“Leroy forgot all about his brother's engagement party today and he’s kind of freaking out. He’s getting ready now. I asked if he wanted us to come, but his family is very judgmental about our pack. I guess a group of guys living together and forming a brotherly bond is too gay if there's no Omega in the mix,” he scoffs. “Hate those people.”

“They sound like people I’d love to stab,” I mutter.

“No stabbing,” he warns. “I mean it, Savvy.”

“I make no promises,” I huff, crossing my arms. “I hope he knows I’m going with him.”

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