Page 52 of Revenge Saints
“I could never choose between the four of you. You each complete something in me. You’re all different… but equal. I never thought of having one boyfriend after the plague, let alone four, but I can’t imagine it any other way now.”
Boyfriends. Fuck.
I exhale, relief that she wants us. All of us.
One last thing I don’t have to worry about.
I was afraid, deep down, that she might’ve only wanted one of us. That I’d have to watch her pick someone else, while the rest of us stayed behind in the shadows.
And I would’ve made it work for her. For them.
I take a deep breath and sit back down, my body still humming with the weight of everything that just happened. My voice drops, turning serious as I glance between Max and Ryker.
“We need to find a way in and out without Roman ever seeing it coming.”
I point to the plan Ryker drew out across the table, sharp lines, and tight notes. The groundwork’s solid. Now we need to weaponize it.
Ryker leans in, eyes narrowing. “The back gate’s our best chance.”
Max nods in agreement.
“They’ll have guards on the gates,” I say, tapping the map. “But the brush behind the base, the trees, and thick bushes? That’ll give us cover. We cut the fence here,” I point, tracing the path, “just enough to squeeze through.”
“But how the hell do we find Dante?” Max asks, frowning. “They’ve probably got him locked up deep.”
“We won’t be able to get past Roman’s men,” Ryker mutters. “There’s too many.”
“I know,” I say, leaning back, cracking my knuckles. “We need a distraction. Something big enough to pull Roman out of the base… and take some of his men with him.”
“Me.” Aspen steps closer to the table. “He wants me. Let’s use that. Make him come for me.”
“Fuck no.” The words slamming out of me.
“Are you out of your damn mind, Aspen? He’ll take you, and we might not get you back.”
Ryker shakes his head. “That’s not an option. Wejust got you out of that kind of danger. We’re not walking you back into it.”
Max is staring at her, quiet for a second before he speaks. “It’s too dangerous. We already have Dante inside. We’re not losing you too.”
She rolls her eyes.
That’s all it takes.
I’m on my feet in a second, closing the distance in a long stride. My hand snaps to her neck, gripping tight, not enough to hurt her, but enough to remind her who the fuck gives the orders.
“I will fucking tie you to the damn bedpost if you try anything, Aspen.” My eyes locked on hers.
I know this woman, know how that stubborn little brain works, how she’s already planning something reckless, but she doesn’t flinch; she stands her ground, chin tilted up, fire blazing in her eyes. The kind of fire that means trouble.
“Aspen,” I growl, tightening my grip enough to feel her pulse jump under my fingers.
“Fine!” she snaps, all fury and frustration.
“I don’t trust you,” I grunt, looking away just long enough to bark, “Max, get a rope.”
“No!” Her hands fly to my wrist, but I don’t let go.
“I get it,” she says quickly, breath hitching, “Roman would probably send someone else, and you guys still wouldn’t get in, butmaybe I can help in another way?”
