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He throws a punch aimed at my face, but I block him and manage to get him pinned face first against the wall. I press all my weight into him as he fights wildly to get loose, but he is no match for me.

“She isn’t yours,” he snaps.

“Nor is she yours, so pull yourself together. She can do whatever she likes.”

“She needs to know what your kind of love will do to her, Chester. Could you handle sharing her? You know that’s what our brothers were going to do. She isn’t interested in being monogamous.”

“That’s a bigif, andifit comes down to that, then I would.”

“And what happens if Colt decides to get extra friendly with her and slaps her ass?”

A red haze takes over, and fire burns in my veins as I picture his filthy hands on her. “I would tear his fingernails off with a pair of fucking pliers.”

“You will do no such thing,” Jolie snaps. I let go of Trace and turn to face her. “Colt is my friend, and if you hurt him, I won’t stop until you’re six feet under. Do you hear me?”

“That’s the problem—I don’t care. I would die for you and you’re not understanding how far I would go when I’m triggered.”

“You would hurt me?”

“Physically, no.”

“Well, that won’t be a problem. I don’t plan to be with any of you anyway,” she says with a pep in her damn step, like I don’t still have her damn pussy juices drying on my face. “I have a party to get ready for, and I’ll need supplies.”

She turns back to look at me and winks. Trace just snorts. “Maybe I don’t have anything to worry about after all. She just played your ass.”

Creed walks into the hallway and looks between us and raises a brow.

“Get in the fucking room now!” I boom at him.

He nods, a knowing glint in his eye, and walks past me with a smirk.

Trace just rolls his eyes. “I’ll get her supplies while you deal with that.” He looks at my crotch.

I swear Jolie is going to be the death of me, but I’ll be her willing participant.

Chapter Seven

Jolie

Trace followed me up to my room and is now laying on my bed watching me get ready for the party at Colt’s. Standing in front of the mirror, I give myself a once-over—faux leather pants that tie at the front, paired with a red midriff top and black boots, smoky eyes and red lips topping off the outfit.

Trace sits up slightly, using his elbows to hold himself. “You look nice.”

“I look hot,” I correct, causing him to smile at me.

“Ever so modest,” he says with a chuckle.

Kai bursts through the door, dressed and ready to go. He looks good in his black pair of pants, a white button-down shirt—with the first few buttons undone showing off his tattoos—and a black jacket the sleeves pushed up to his elbows. His dark hair is styled, but still looks like he just rolled out of bed.

“Wow, you look smoking hot,” he gushes. “Lucky it’s just us going to this party. Chester would burst a blood vessel otherwise.I heard the little argument and then the fucking. Now I’m all sorts of turned on and need to get so fucking high that I can forget about it.”

I laugh at his theatrics. “There was no fucking.”

“Oh, not you,” he says with a wink. “Chester and Creed. I was tempted to join in.”

“Well, let’s go then,” I mutter, a little disappointed that Creed didn’t invite me to watch.How warped is that?

We all head downstairs and into the kitchen to find Brennan working on his laptop, and the clicking of the keys is the only sound in the room. He looks up as we enter. “I spoke to Mum and Dad about you moving in here and they understand. Also, Petra is coming here to work while they are away. She has been with the family for a while and since we’ll be here, Mum wanted her to still have work. Plus, she’s worried that you won’t eat well in a house full of men.”

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