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“There’s always someone followin’. That’s if West, Lucas, and Gun aren’t going. If they are, Adrick and Wreck will tag along.”
Wreck grunted.
I cocked my head to the side. “West? I haven’t met West yet, right?”
Saint snorted. “Believe me, you’d remember if you had?—”
“What the fuck does that mean?” Gun asked as he walked over.
Saint grinned. “Boo, you gettin’ jealous?”
“No, dickhead. But explain in long detail what you mean.”
I grinned at an amused Mum and Dad as they watched Saint and Gun.
“What I meant, lover, was that you would remember West because he has this Russian dark lord followin’ him everywhere.”
Gun huffed and sat on the armrest of Saint’s chair as Saint wound an arm around Gun’s back. “I guess that works.”
“I see no one but you and your pretty face,” Saint told him, staring up at him with such love it made my heart stumble.
But Gun glaring down at him had me quietly giggling.
“Shut up,” Gun said.
Saint winked. “Take it out on me in the bedroom later?—”
“Can you not announce your activities?” Lucas asked as he approached. “I don’t want to hear what my brother and friend get up to.”
“Lucas!” I cried. “My family is here.” I shook Texas’s shoulders again. “This is my brother, Texas. My mum, Low, and my dad, Dodge. Lucas belongs to Wreck.”
“Holy fuck, you’ve gotta be into size kink,” Mum blurted.
Laughter roared around us while Lucas blushed. Hell, even Wreck’s lips twitched.
Mum winced. “Sorry, I can be inappropriate sometimes. I’ve got to remember we’re not at home anymore.”
“Now we know where Rommy gets it from,” Saint teased.
I grinned. Mum had been in my life since I was seven, and Dad, who was actually our uncle, took us from New South Wales to live in Melbourne with him.
Mum and Dad were new at dating back then, but they were committed to each other. Not only did Dad take us on, but Mum too.
And since I’d been around her for so long, we were close, so of course I’d end up having some of her traits.
Dad snorted. “Welcome to my world. They’re as bad as each other.”
Mum and I grinned.
“Yet, you wouldn’t have it any other way,” Mum said. She stood and went to sit on his lap, curling into him. Dad placed his arm around her waist and kissed her temple.
“Fuckin’ right.”
This here was what I wanted.
Or even what Texas had with Maya.
Witnessing the love they held for each other in their gazes made me feel all warm and nice.
