Page 43 of G.O.D.S Omnibus

Can you text Boston back? He’s going to kill someone soon.

Davis

Just remember you willingly fucked him.

Marlow

Stage five clinger is looking for you.

Boston

I’m going to kill you if you’re not already dead.

Brennan

Call me.

“Guard dogs much?” Jimmie quips, raising a brow.

“One is now always on babysitting duty ever since I went to that party,” I whine as the sound of car engines rev outside.

“I think they found you.” He laughs, finding this all way too amusing.

“Yep, I better pack up, so they don’t cause a scene.”

A scream, along with the loud smash of porcelain, has both Jimmie and me racing downstairs. All five guys are standing in the foyer, Laughn swinging a baseball bat in the air like a deranged psychopath.

I stop at the bottom of the stairs, arms crossed over my chest, narrowing my eyes and staring them down.

“What the fuck are you doing?” I snap.

“Oh, hey baby. That was an accident,” Laughn says, delight lacing his tone as he uses the bat to point at the broken vase.

Jimmie and his mum are standing off to the side, Vicky shaking and in tears.

I march up to Laughn, ignoring the others. My neck kinks as I look up to meet his eyes—the guy is too damn tall.

“Say sorry to Vicky.”

Laughn looks at me and then at Jimmie’s mum.

“Sorry Vicky,” he repeats.

“I will pay for the broken vase.”

Amusement flashes through his eyes, wondering if I’m being serious.

“I will pay for the broken vase,” he mimics, and poor Vicky nods.

“For fuck’s sake,” Boston snaps. “Davis, get her into the car.”

Davis nods, marching over to me and throwing me over his shoulder like a rag doll.

“Bye, Jolie!” Jimmie yells out as Davis walks us towards the front door.

“Put me down, you jerk. I need to get my stuff.”

He ignores me as he hurries outside, opening the passenger door to his Viper and dumping me in it. I move to get out, but he blocks me in.

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