Page 114 of Undisputed Chaos
Not that I was one to talk. Isla could ask me to burn down City Hall, and I'd be there with a flamethrower within the hour.
We made our way toward the food vendors, and I saw the stareswe were attracting. Groups of girls huddled together, phones out, whispering behind their hands.
A few brave souls tried to approach, but took one look at Connor's face and thought better of it.
"Is that them?" I heard someone whisper. "The fighters?"
"Oh my God, look at their girls. They're gorgeous."
"Think they're still… open?”
That last comment had all three of us turning simultaneously, and the group of college boys who'd been eyeing our women suddenly found urgent business elsewhere.
Good.
"You're scaring the people,” Isla observed, amusement coloring her voice.
“Exactly,” Jax replied smoothly, his arm tightening around Estelle's waist. "Means you’re all safe.”
We found a table near the games, and the girls immediately fell into that easy camaraderie they'd developed.
Sierra and Estelle flanked Isla, bringing her into their little circle with effortless acceptance.
She’d have true friends now, sisters, not those influencer bitches who talked shit behind her back.
Family.I repeated the word as often as I could.
For the first seventeen years of my life, family had meant fists and burns, cowering in corners, and praying the monster wearing my father's face would pass out before he killed me.
Then Wade Easton had found me—half-dead, blood under my fingernails, eyes empty of everything except the need to survive.
He’d given me brothers.
Jax, born and raised, was all flash and attitude, hiding a core of steel. Connor, already there and damaged in his own way, accepted me with quiet intensity that meant protection.
We'd built something together, something violent and beautiful and absolutely unbreakable.
But watching Isla laugh at something Sierra whispered, seeing herfit so perfectly into this little world we'd created, that was a different kind of completion.
It was the final piece sliding into place.
"You're getting sappy,” Connor observed, his voice pitched low enough that only I could hear.
I brushed him off without looking away from the girls. “Hush, Killer. You're not exactly subtle about your Bee obsession."
"Never claimed to be."
Fair point. Connor's devotion to Sierra was about as subtle as a brick to the face, and he'd never tried to hide it.
Neither had Jax with Estelle. The man begged me to run him over and then spent millions on a school for her.
We were possessive bastards, all of us, and we owned it completely.
"Shooting gallery," Estelle announced, pointing to a row of carnival games. "I want to win something fuzzy and oversized for Leo.”
Jax's grin was pure charm. "You sure about that, princess? These games are rigged six ways from Sunday."
She raised an eyebrow, that expression that meant someone was about to get schooled. "Are you doubting my abilities, Mr. Easton?"
