Page 144 of G.O.D.S Omnibus

Though I might be shorter than them and smaller in frame, my skills match theirs. I have done the same training and have the same strengths. It is useless to fight about it because whatever she wants, she’s going to get, and I’ll make sure it happens.

“Shut up!” Boston snaps, getting to his feet.

“It’s pointless arguing about it. She made her choice, and it’s the most rational one she can think of. It’s what her biological makeup is telling her to do. You have to remember that we were created for her, each one of us in our own way, and her for us. You dipshits just have to figure out what part of you she needs, besides your cocks. Honestly, it really isn’t that hard to work out. Chester, she calms your beast, that fire deep in the pit of your stomach. And you, Boston, she makes you feel more than youever have. I can see it in your eyes—you had a void look while doing the mundane shit that is expected of you and in she walks and fucks all that up and makes you actually live. But by all means, continue to punch the shit out of each other. By the way, it’s her birthday soon and I’m planning a masquerade party so everyone can be there. You’re welcome.”

I turn my back on the idiots and head inside. It’s really warming up again now, and my pale-ass skin isn’t equipped to deal with the sun. I need to figure out the best place with a large enough ballroom to hold her party and book it in. This wouldn’t be classed as keeping a secret, especially not if I ask Sinclair and Jimmie to take over. That way, I can tell her I have plans for her birthday and I wouldn’t be lying.

Brennan and Jolie walk into the kitchen, both laughing. It’s good to see Brennan is over his misconception that he took advantage of Jolie. Even with all of the intelligence in his brain, sometimes he can be so damn stupid, holding himself accountable for things he has no control over.

“I have to get to Olympia for a meeting with Mr Z. He wants an update on how we’re all getting along. But I will see you later.”

Jolie nods her head and throws her arms around his neck, her eyes sparkling as she looks into his. All that talk of not being jealous is thrown out the window—that green-eyed monster is sitting in the pit of my stomach, just waiting to scratch Brennan’s eyes out. Maybe Chester and Boston were on the right track with punching the shit out of each other after all. Her lips press against his and he hesitates for a split second before he reciprocates. I turn my head, not wanting to intrude on their moment.

Boston and Chester both choose that moment to walk inside. Chester is smiling, and Boston’s signature scowl is plastered on his face. I can almost bet he’s picturing all the ways he couldhurt his brother. This whole reverse harem thing—which I had to google the name for—is going to be hard on an alpha male like Boston, who is weirdly protective of what is his. I know all about the first night Jolie spent in his house; he stripped her from his clothes because the thought of a random girl touching his shit sent him into a spiral.

“What the hell happened to you two?” Jolie asks, stepping back from Brennan. She marches through the kitchen until she’s standing right in front of them with her hands on her hips.

“You did tell them to sort out their jealousy themselves, and voilà, they beat the crap out of each other. We all heard the wild monkey sex that was happening upstairs last night. Boston got a little bit jealous.”

She glances my way before turning her attention back to them with a frown. She places a hand on one side of each of their faces and runs her thumbs along their split lips. “Could you please refrain from marking these pretty faces?” she asks with a laugh.

“I’ll give you a pretty face,” Chester jokes, nodding at Boston.

They team up together, one taking her top half and the other grabbing her legs. She wiggles and screams as she kicks her legs. Neither one lets go but her shouts draw out the rest of the guys, all in a half panic thinking something’s wrong. Yet we all laugh as we watch them haul her out of the house and launch her into the pool, Chester diving in after her.

“Get the fuck inside,” Creed growls, making Boston’s eyes go wide. “Are you trying to get us killed? Marlow, go see if you can erase any footage of that dick leaving the house.”

“It’s not that simple,” he says, but Creed just gives him a look that saysdon’t fuck with me right now.

Boston mutters a curse and runs inside. Chester and Jolie get out of the pool and traipse through the house soaking wet, leaving puddles of water in their wake.

I leave before they throw demands at me to clean up Boston’s mess. I have better shit to do, like plan a party—which reminds me to text Sinclair.

Me

Can you meet me at the cafe on Second Ave in half an hour and bring Jimmie?

She texts back straight away.

Sinclair

Sure. Is Jolie coming with you?

Me

No, bring a notebook.

She doesn’t reply. I head off to search for Jolie and find her in the upstairs sitting room with my brother and the rest of Team Hades. Laughn has her pulled into his lap. She looks up at me when she notices I’m standing in the doorway.

“Hey, I um, just wanted to let you know that I’m going to meet up with a friend and I’ll be back in a few hours.”

She pushes up from Laughn’s lap and moves closer to me. “Okay, have fun.”

She bites her lip as uncertainty crosses her face. I know this is new for her, and it is for us as well. We’ve already seen one fallout, and I’m sure there will be many more. Sharing apparently isn’t our strong suit.

She leans in and places a kiss on my cheek. I would be lying if I said that didn’t sucker punch me in the gut. I know we’re not as close as some of the others, but it still stings.

Screw that.I’m going to woo the fuck out of her, so I add a mental note to buy her a gift. She wants gifts, and I’ll make it happen.

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