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I looked over at Crew, who was completely absorbed in the movie, occasionally making appreciative comments about the fight choreography.
My little brother, safe and whole, and already planning to ask Adrian to teach him some boxing moves tomorrow.
"I love you," I murmured, the words still new but never more true.
"I love you too, angel," Adrian replied, meaning it just as much.
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
Adrian
Istood in the doorway of my living room, watching them in the soft glow of the quiet TV and piranha tank.
Isla was curled up on my massive leather sectional, her blonde hair spilling across the cushions, peaceful despite everything she'd endured today.
Crew lay sprawled beside her, fighting a losing battle with sleep as the movie played on.
The kid had my respect now. He'd handled himself today with maturity and had a little killer streak himself.
I'd changed into all black tactical pants, a fitted long-sleeve shirt that wouldn't restrict my movements, and combat boots laced tight enough to kick in skulls.
The familiar weight of my jade knife hung at my hip, its presence as comforting as a lover's touch.
A few more blades were strapped to various points on my body, each one eager to taste Noah's blood.
The duffel bag near the door contained specialized equipment that would make tonight's work both efficient and educational.
Noah was going to wish he’d never been born.
Crew's eyes flickered to me, sleep vanishing as he took in my appearance.
The transformation from boyfriend to predator was obvious in every line of my body, in every shadow that clung to my black clothing.
He understood immediately. He gave me a small, appreciative nod, his jaw set with determination that reminded me of his big sister.
Moving silently across the room, I crouched beside the couch.
"Take care of her for me," I whispered, my voice low enough not to disturb Isla's sleep.
"Call if anything happens—anything at all. Don't open the door for anyone but me, Connor, or Jax. Security’s been posted outside."
"I will," he promised, his voice serious beyond his high school years. "Are you going to..." he trailed off, eyes flicking to his sleeping sister before returning to me.
I smiled, but there was nothing warm in the expression.
“Don't worry about the details. Just know Noah won't be a problem after tonight."
Something dark and vicious flashed in Crew's eyes, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper that sent chills down my spine.
"Good. Make the bastard fucking bleed. Cut him up slow."
Shit. I had to bite back a grin.
The kid's bloodthirst was deeper than I'd expected—hungry for violence in a way that made me nod with approval.
"Make sure he knows exactly why he's dying," Crew continued, leaning forward with dark intensity.
"Make him regret every fucking breath he took near her."
