Page 77 of Bears Not Included

Deacon takes me onto his lap, and Mason wraps a blanket around my shoulders. Then, both Callen and Mason bend so that they’re at eye level with me while Deacon holds me on his lap. I’m partially aware I'm leaking cum onto his jeans.

“Then what is it?” Deacon asks.

“How? How did you find him? Yenin?” I ask. “You could have been killed.” I try to stop crying, but I can’t. If something happened to them, I would never survive.

“We went into his compound, found Faith, and brought her out, and then we went for Yenin.”

“You did that alone? What if you were shot?”

“Have you met us, pretty girl? We’re pretty skilled, highly trained assassins, and we have bear blood.”

“Do you think Yenin’s bodyguards were going to stop us from bringing Faith home to you?”

“Or bringing Yenin to your feet?”

“I thought Faith had... I thought she had… died.”

“We just needed to see that one breath she took, just before Yenin cut the video, to know she was still alive. He would have used her again if she survived.”

“I want him to die a thousand more deaths,” I say fiercely. I feel no remorse. I’m so hardened by the fact that I watched a human being cruelly tortured and killed and that’s only because he deserved it.

“But what’s going to happen now?”

“What do you mean?”

“I know about Yenin’s no-harm protection order. I know he has... had the Mexican Cartel and the Bratva on his side, and they now have the majority vote at the round table of the Global Underground Six. I know you’ve been usurped because of all the blackmailing he’s done.”

“And how do you know all this, pretty girl?” Mason asks with a chuckle.

“Demi. Demi Carlson from my FFF group. Her family has mafia ties.”

“Ah, I see.”

“What’s going to happen now?” I persist.

“Well,” Callen begins. “Killing an untouchable—someone on the round table that has a no-harm protection order—is an offense punishable by hanging, which will be hosted by the Global Underground Six themselves.”

“What?” I cry. My heart sinks, and I can’t understand Callen’s insouciant tone and their indifferent attitudes. My anxiety immediately quadruples.

“They’ll have to get to us first, sweetheart. And we know what to do,” Deacon says.

“I guess the question is, do you want your husbands to be regular billionaires who run Ursid Enterprises, or do you want your husbands to be kickass kings of chaos and heads of the most dangerous organized crime syndicate in the world?” Mason adds.

“But what about the Mexican Cartel? The Bratva? Demi made it seem that the round table follows the rules.”

“Don’t worry about that. We have ways. And means and terror. We can create our own war. Just answer the question. Regular billionaires or kickass crime lords.”

I look at them, and I can’t help but smile. I know who they are. I know from my research about Bernard, Barrett, and Bruin Ursid that they were gentlemen merchants by day and gentlemen crime lords by night.

It’s who they are. It’s what runs in their blood. It’s a scary, terrifying world filled with violence and vengeance. I need to make sure Faith is always safe, and she can only always be safe under Ursid protection, just like I am.

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Livia

A man is sitting on a chair in the glass room. I’m on the other side of the partition. He’s wearing a familiar suit. His receding hairline is familiar. The hardness in his eyes is familiar.

Behind him are my three husbands, dressed in their bespoke suits, perfectly groomed, wearing black latex gloves as they stand behind the man in the chair.

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