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“Is it safe to talk?” I ask, and Brennan nods.

“Everyone is on their way, except Boston. I’m not sure where he is.”

“He’s upstairs with Jolie.” I only know this because she replied to my message to Boston.

Brennan’s jaw tenses, and his brows furrow while his nostrils flare. He is jealous. Who would have thought that Brennan would have a crush on our girl? I’ll let it slide for now because we have bigger issues to deal with.

Laughn lazily walks in, scratching his head with a yawn. A nod is all we will get from him until he finishes the pile of energy drinks he has in his hands.

“Sup fuckers,” Case greets us with a little too much enthusiasm.

“This better be good. I kicked a fine-ass bitch out of my bed to come here,” whinges Marlow.

“Marlow, you’re ugly as fuck. There is no way the fine bitches are in your bed,” Case jokes, causing Marlow to grumble something under his breath and roll his eyes.

They all take a seat, even Brennan, as Boston strolls through the door. His bare chest and freshly fucked hair scream exactly where he has been.

“Someone got lucky,” Case drawls, chuckling.

“How is Jolie tonight?” Brennan jabs. The comment is beneath him.

This is exactly why I was hoping she was just some random—that we were wrong. We could have fucked her out of our systems and moved on. But now we have a huge issue. Brennan has caught feelings for her, along with Laughn’s obsession, and now Boston has fucked her. Huge fucking issues.

“You fucked her?” Laughn growls, snapping out of his daze. Boston just shrugs.

“Can you all shut the fuck up for a minute?” I bark out. “This is exactly why a chick in any male-based group is stupid. We have Laughn and Boston with some kind of feelings for her, and while on the topic of feelings, Brennan, we will have another meeting in a few days to address yours.”

My words cause Brennan’s head to snap in my direction, as if he can’t fathom what I have just said. “What are you talking about? I have no romantic feelings for Jolie.”

“An issue for another day... Right now, we need to talk about my visit with Trace.”

That shuts them all up. They knew I was going to see him; they just didn’t know when.

“It was a lot easier than I thought. She is Zircon, and while I have to test her, I don’t think she has any knowledge of who she really is. However, I want to make sure I haven’t been played. It seemed like he gave her up too quickly, but I think he may genuinely care about her. We should put him in a cell for a while and try to get him to talk more.”

“Fuck,” Boston snaps with a bang of his fist to the table. “What do we do now? When Mr Z gets her test results, we will have to add her to the trials, and she will be killed.” Boston looks up at his brother. “You need to come up with a plan fast. We’ve only just gotten her back, and I won’t lose her again. Not for you... not for any of you.” He stands and walks towards the door.

I think everyone has refused to believe it’s her, but now that I have confirmed our unspoken thoughts, it’s all a little too real.

“You know now that you fucked her, she’s free game, right?” Laughn asks.

Boston nods and leaves the room.

Brennan made us agree to not screw with her. We all had the same feeling at that time—except Laughn. He really has no standards when it comes to what he will stick his dick in. So, we made our own agreement that if one of us slept with her, she was free game for Laughn.

Now that he knows she is Zircon, he will be relentless.

Chapter Fifteen

Jolie

The right side of my bed is empty when my alarm goes off. I’m not surprised nor disappointed—Boston didn’t strike me as a stage five clinger.

I shower and dress for the day before I apply my makeup.

When your makeup is on, your mask is on. Don’t let your walls down for anyone other than us.

What the fuck? Why does the voice in my head sound familiar?

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