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No one was at Boston’s house when we arrived back from our successful shopping trip, in which we ended up buying morethan we needed for a rat. Case set up Rathew’s cage, and he currently has a head full of bleach covered in a plastic bag on his head. We followed a Brad Mondo video on YouTube... what could possibly go wrong?

“Is it supposed to burn? Because my head feels hotter than Satan’s nutsack.”

“I don’t know. I have never bleached my hair before. Let me look at it.” I lift the plastic bag and inspect his scalp. “I mean, it’s really blonde, so I think we can wash it out now.”

“Thank fuck,” he says, running over to the kitchen sink and blasting the tap. At least there is one good use for the massive sink with one of those handheld faucets.

I rinse all the crap out of his hair and wash it with the shit the lady sold us. Once it’s done, we set up the green dye.

“Can this be used on wet hair?” I ask, and he reads the back of the bottle.

“Fucked if I know. Just put it in. Worst case, we shave it.”

“No way, I love your hair,” I say, running a comb through it.

I paint the green dye in, and we end up covered in it. I don’t think I will be an official hairdresser anytime soon.

Chapter Seventeen

Marlow

A scream has me running inside Boston’s house. If anyone hurts Jolie, I think I might kill them. I have sat in the background and waited, watching to see if she slips up. But I think Laughn and Case are right and she doesn’t know anything.

Reaching the kitchen, I see blood. Case has a towel pressed to his mouth and Jolie is looking white as a ghost.

“What the hell!” I exclaim, and they both turn to look at me like kangaroos in a spotlight.

Case snickers as Jolie sets a large bloody sewing needle on the kitchen counter.

“This dickhead”—Jolie points a finger at Case—“wanted his lip pierced but jumped when I put the needle in. He scared the life out of me. Now look at what I’ve done!”

Case just laughs and holds out an earring to me. I step forward and take it from him, shoving it into what possibly looks like the hole.

“Fuuuck,” he swears loudly. “You could have been gentle.”

“If you want someone to be gentle, then get Davis to stroke your cock,” I snap.

“What’s up your ass?” Case asks, jumping from his chair.

Jolie cleans the blood from the counter before stepping up to Case and wiping his lips with her finger. It’s like the moment between them lingers as she then slips the bloody finger into her mouth and sucks on it.

Damn, Laughn is going to have fun with her.

“Nothing, sorry. Boston is on his high horse again. Nothing I can’t handle.”

More like he is flipping out. Him screwing her is one thing. The fucker just had to be the first, like always—even as kids he always stole all the firsts with her. It’s probably why we let him lead; he takes what he wants with no apologies. It still sucks though; she was always meant to beourgirl, not just his.

Over the years, we have watched as groups go through the struggle of who gets the girl. Like the dicks who tried to fight us because of Jolie and landed Case in the hospital. Their group has weak bonds because every one of those guys loves their girl—it’s how Mr Z trained us. Jealousy is a curse that makes you weak as fuck.

Right now, our group is vulnerable; she has caused us to crack. It may only be hairline fractures, but I don’t know if we are strong enough to survive losing her again.

“Where is the douche, anyway?” Jolie asks.

“He sent me here to get you guys. We’re going out.”

“Out?” she questions with a raised brow.

Boston and Brennan have spent the last few hours arguing to the point where Boston threw a punch at his brother. Mr Z wants us to train Jolie, without letting her in on our secrets, while we are waiting for confirmation of her identity. So we figured—and I sayweloosely because Boston pretty much tells us what todo—that our monthly training night, when all the teams come together and spar, would be a good way to see how she handles herself.

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