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“She,” I reply.

“I felt it.” Kai laughs, moving his head to my belly, and he gets a swift kick to the head, making him grin.

“You have Laughn’s cum on your face.”

“I don’t care. I just felt my daughter kick me in the head.”

We lie like this until the babies stop moving. As soon as their dance party in my belly is finished, all three of us shower together, washing the blood and cum away. Laughn helps Kai clean up his small cut, covering it with a couple of butterfly stitches while he waits for it to heal over. Both guys strip my bed and throw the sheets into the garbage.

For a small moment in time, I managed to forget about everything else going on in my life and it was nice. But all good things come to an end. We will be doing that again, hopefully very soon, before I’m forced into a sex drought and become a human milk machine.

Chapter Eighteen

Case

We all sit in front of the screens set up in Marlow’s office. Along with decrypting the files, Marlow has been getting Jimmie to help go over footage from the night Jolie was rescued, to make sure nothing is missed. It was a hard task because the machines were fried, and we have only just gained access to the old system.

“The footage is in bad shape, but you can see for yourselves,” Jimmie says, pushing his glasses up his face. His grim look indicates it’s nothing good.

Jolie is upstairs with Sinclair and Blayne. One of them is in a pregnancy crisis, again.

“Just fucking press play already,” Boston growls, growing impatient. We watch as Chester, Creed, and Laughn fill the screen. They went through a formal debrief and told us what happened that night, but watching them all work together—taking out everyone and everything in their way—is different.I’m glad Jolie is preoccupied; this isn’t something she needs to see.

The footage glitches for a moment before it comes back. Jimmie has two different lots of footage running alongside each other. Mr Z is on one screen, and we watch as one shot hits Laughn, but the crazy bastard doesn’t even notice. Laughn just continues to stalk towards his target, black eyes void of emotion. More shots are fired, and on screen two the footage zooms in just enough to see the man’s face as he fires his shots. On the original screen, Laughn, Chester, and Creed don’t look human as they tear into Mr Z. He was never making it out alive.

Laughn drops to the ground, but none of them noticed the bullets until it was too late. But we see it now.

“Fuck,” Laughn roars, standing from his seat. “I’m going to kill him.”

Chester and Creed are quick to stand alongside him. The rest of us look to Brennan—he is the brains, the one who thinks before he acts. “Sit down,” Brennan demands.

“Are you fucking kidding me? You can clearly see Ziyon fucking shot me! The same man who was supposed to be on our side. The one, if I remember correctly, you said we could trust.”

“Don’t you think I know that? Every move I have made in the last few years has backfired,” Brennan says, running his hands through his hair. “Everyone is always ten steps ahead of us, but Jolie will never forgive us if we storm in there and Melinda gets hurt. Let’s call Corey and see what he has to say.”

“You can call him. We,” Chester says, pointing to himself, Creed, and Laughn, “are going to bring him in. You are either with us or you stay behind.”

They have a stare off, both men not backing down.

“I think Chester is right.” We all turn to see Jolie standing in the doorway. “If you call Corey, you run the risk he is a snitch. I know Davis is the best, and at the time, I’m sure Corey meantevery word he said. But people are quick to jump ship. You have enough weapons stored at Olympia, and it’s not suspicious for everyone to go there. You can load up with weapons and bring him and Melinda in.”

“Are you sure? We’ll risk her safety going in,” Brennan argues.

Jolie nods. “I’m sure. Her safety is at risk if he already knows what we did. Corey isn’t high on the payroll—he is at arm’s length and only watches from a distance. Boston, you can run point on this one. Brennan, you can babysit me.”

“Me?” Boston raises his eyebrows.

“You’re a natural leader, just like your brother, and you won’t let those three wear you down and get their own way. You’re to go in and bring them back to Olympia. This will be no damn suicide mission like last time. Marlow can do his thing with you and conference back with Jimmie.”

“Holy shit,” I say, “I think I like this boss bitch version of you.”

She smiles like the damn Cheshire cat. “I think I might just like it too.”

“It is pretty goddamn sexy,” Kai says, and I scowl at him. I have been trying so damn hard to work through my issues with him. I blamed him for four years, and it tore us apart. While I know now what they did, that doesn’t make it better. He lied to me when he saw my heart breaking and my spiral of self-hatred—he could have easily ended it. Why the hell should I be the one to offer forgiveness when he isn’t even sorry? All he said was we did the same thing to her that they did to us when we were trying to keep her out of this whole mess... both times. Maybe he has a point, but I don’t know how to move past it.

Jolie pulls Brennan from the room, leaving us to come up with a plan. Boston isn’t like Brennan handing out orders; he lets us get involved in the planning process. It takes half an hour todecide who will do what and who will be where. As always, I’m sent in to pick the damn locks, even though it’s something all of them are capable of doing. Since there is no lock I haven’t been able to pick, they throw me under the bus, but I’m five-ten and seventy kilos on a good day, and clearly not the person you want to send in first. I can hold my own and all, but I’m not a scary mofo like Chester or Laughn.

Everyone knows their jobs, and Marlow sets Jimmie up here in the office to watch our backs. We all head out and take our normal cars, planning to switch out at Olympia. Any way we take into Ziyon’s house, he will see us coming. He is a smart man, but we can only hope he is unaware of our spy, and that—in addition to his brother being dead—will mean his security is no longer as tight. From what Corey says, Ziyon employs one main security guy and two or three others, depending on his movements. We plan to move in on shift change, which gives us time to act slowly. Marlow has Jimmie working on looping Ziyon’s security cameras in the underground tunnels. Once they are looped, we will have exactly an hour. Marlow is trying to get the alarms turned off and the elevator doors opened without sounding an alert. If by chance Ziyon runs and locks himself down in his bunker, our options are for me to pick the lock, or to blow the entire thing up—which Laughn voted for and lost.

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