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“We’re your line of defense, Baby,” Jayden tells me as his hand grips Eli’s nape. “This is what we do…”
“We guard our territory, Angel.” Eli’s hand presses deeper into my belly.
“Nobody does it better than us. Right, Bombshell?”
“Right.”
I’ve never believed in anything more than I do in their words now.
“Fuck me, dude, these cunts are relentless,” Matheo growls as my phone continues going off.
Mindlessly, he pulls Christina into him while looking over Eli’s shoulder when he starts blocking numbers.
“Just turn it off. My dad said not to bother with screenshots. He’s going to have one of his guys go through it.” Jayden pries the device from Eli’s hands with an assuring nod and stuffs it in his pocket. “Problem is being dealt with. We need to head out before we miss our flight.”
Jayden’s hand clamps my ass and, even frazzled, my brain flashes to last night—the spanking, the bites, the kisses, the fucking. Intoxicating. Perfect. I’m never giving it up. I’m never giving them up.
Without them, my life isn’t worth living. I might as well be dead.
Elijah and Jayden are my heart and my soul. They are why I live.
Come at me, get fucked.
CHAPTER 32
JAYDEN
It feels good to be away from Los Angeles. Since we arrived at the cabin two days ago, all the shit has been forgotten. I know it’s temporary, but right now, I’m soaking up the two most important people in my world.
I’m not the only one.
Momma was up early, going through her morning ritual of pilates, meditation, and coffee out on the porch with Finley. They’ve formed a sweet bond, like seasoned teammates turned best friends.
Like me, Eli’s enjoying the peace here. He’s spent a lot of time staring out at the frozen lake stretching to the evergreens behind our family’s vacation home. It’s obvious he’s itching to try it out, the same way I was the first time I came here as a kid.
I was seven, and Momma was heavily pregnant with Kailey. The attention had shifted from making sure I didn’t feel left out to the excitement of meeting the new addition.
From the first time my blades cut this lake, this is where I came to dump the feelings that green-eyed monster stirred.
Like then, The Sire appears from the guest house we use to store sports gear and summer furniture. With our sticks in one arm, he carries two clusters of helmets in his hands, with our skates slung over both shoulders.
“Kiki,” he hollers, hot breath billowing white. “Let’s go!”
I don’t know why I figured she was still asleep after ourDie Hardmarathon. I know I’d like to still be in my warm bed, wrapped up in Eli and Finley…
They had other ideas.
He was up at the crack of dawn to work out, and Finley was up soon after him for pilates with Momma. Leaving me to finish my book before Dad delivered the new phone we ordered for Finley, along with a new number registered under my grandma’s name. Temporary fix until we figure out how her number ended up on fan forums.
Now we’re around the firepit table, keeping warm while we enjoy the crisp air with fresh pastries and steaming coffees in our matching onesies. Bright red for the girls, with a white reindeer Fair Isle pattern, and navy for the men… except Isla. Hers is hot pink, like it has been since she became old enough to throw tantrums over wearing any other color.
“Come on, JJ! Come get your ass beat, Momma’s boy.” Kiki’s trash talk is ready as she ambles out in her red onesie, matching beanie, gloves, scarf, skates already laced. She stands at the ice edge like some hockey warrior, eyes narrowed on me.
Oh fuck. Here we go.
I’ve dodged all competitive activities so far.
Clue?Hidden.
