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“What did I tell you about representing my family?” Boston seethes, though I have a feeling his question is rhetorical.

“Um... crazy is as crazy does?” I bat my eyelashes at him exaggeratedly.

Laughn smirks, but Boston’s face is impassive, giving nothing away.

“She doesn’t even make sense,” Chelsea whines.

“She makes perfect sense,” Laughn replies, his eyes solely focused on me. The urge to slip my tongue down his throat again lingers in my core.

“Why are you still here?” Case adds.

Chelsea huffs and walks away, her friends following.

“As fun as run-ins with you guys are, Jimmie and I have a date to save the ducks before I eat their asses.” I grab Jimmie by his arm and link ours together. He almost looks starstruck by his close proximity to the guys.

I need food asap; I hate being hangry.

Though I’m sure I haven’t heard the last of Boston’s mental breakdown about his family name, whatever the hell that means. He is far from a saint, based on how he treats people. How is it okay for him and not for me? Screw him and his double standards.

Chapter Five

Boston

When Brennan told me Mum and Dad were fostering one of his “kids,” I never expected it to be her, and I wonder what my damn brother is playing at. Then he has the nerve to ask me to watch over her while he is away. This has to be a test. Our whole lives, all they have done is test us to make sure we’re worthy.

I hesitated that night in the old shed. Those huge aqua eyes—even in the dark—reminded me of our baby, Z. I wanted to jump from the roof and demand she tell me why she left us. Why she died. I loved her. We all did—that was the point.

We were never held against our will.

They call us G.O.D.S. Gifted, obedient, and deadly students.

Our team was given the name Hades.

Every child was groomed from birth and attended a specialised primary school run by an organisation called Olympia. We were trained to be used as weapons, then released into the real world during high school to gain social skills, or sothe leaders claimed. Each team of six—five boys and one girl—was sent to a different school around the state.

After losing her, our team became five untethered lethal weapons, and the light in our world left our souls. That small crack in our hearts they trained us to keep open for our Sixth was closed over. She would have made us weak; we were... are... better off without her. I know the others can see it. The day she was taken away, we all swore on each other’s lives we would never speak her name again.

Laughn is already blinded by Jolie. I even think Marlow is hurt by her presence. Case and Davis are harder to read; honestly, it’s a damn talent to get anything out of Case since that day. I know they will avoid her for now unless she approaches them.

“Take a seat, guys. I just want to check in and then you can go party, or whatever you have planned for tonight.”

We all take our seats. Our house has an underground office where Brennan holds all team meetings that keep us updated or deliver jobs we have been assigned. Brennan is our mentor, our handler. He’s in charge of getting our jobs and keeping the bigwigs happy. Asshole gets the easy work. He was also the only person in the whole organisation willing to work with us after we became five.

Case carelessly flops down in a seat, the smell of the cigarette he had been smoking filling the air. Everyone else is acting cautious; Brennan rarely seems this serious.

“I want you all to not screw around with Jolie.” He cuts straight to the point. My brother never messes around—he says what he means and means what he says.

“You can’t tell us who we can and can’t fuck,” Laughn barks, standing from his chair.

“I can and I will. Jolie has become an expert at using her body as a weapon. If she sleeps with you, then you best believeit’s for a reason. I have been working with her for almost twelve months now, and I don’t want any of you fucking this up for me.” His tone is serious.

“Aww, Brenny wants her for himself.” Davis laughs.

“Enough!” Brennan booms. “If you fuck this up, Mr Z will be pissed. He calls the shots.”

“Are you going to let us in on why she is here at the house?” I meet his steely gaze and hold it. “We did what was asked and ran her through the test zone.”

I’ve got to give the girl props. She is fast, stealthy, and seems to know how to find her way to safety—all indicators she has some kind of training. It was sloppy taking the other girl with her; only two made it through that test zone or three, if you include the girl she rescued. That one’s useless if you ask me, but she can be utilised as a wife for one of the handlers. She refused to talk when we picked her up, but allowing someone else to save your ass, that’s weakness.

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