Page 112 of Three of a Kind

Ranger scoffs.

“I’ll speak with Ivanov and see if he can guarantee us an army.” Soren pulls his phone from his pocket. “But that will be after I video chat with my girls. I’ll be in the room I was given.” He spins around, jogging toward the hallway that leads to the stairs.

“That’s The Slow Death?” Stacia asks, blinking slowly. “I’m not sure what I expected, but that…” She points to where Soren exited the room. “Wouldn’t have been in my top fifty guesses.”

“Don’t let the domestication fool you,” Locke says blandly. “I heard all about his antics growing up. It took a lot to force myself to share a vehicle with him on the ride up from North Carolina. Back to the plan—how the fuck am I supposed to pop into my little brother’s wedding without being shot on sight?”

I laugh, shaking my head. “I actually know the answer to this one. How do you feel about masks?”

“Jesus Christ,” Ranger mutters. “I’m going to call Laken. Let me know when someone obtains the plans for the Barrett property. I’d like to study them myself.”

Everyone slowly trickles from the living room until it’s just Gunner and me.

He shoves himself up a few minutes later.

“I’m going to change and take the dogs out. It’s too hot to run, but with how we skipped this morning, they’re probably itching to do something.” Gunner shrugs and heads off, like I can’t see right through him.

He’s as bad as Haze.

When he’s stressed, he runs and thinks through everything.

“Just watch your back,” I call after him.

He swipes a hand in the air over his head to acknowledge my words.

Damn.

When did I turn into a mother hen?

“And don’t wake Noble if he’s napping,” I heckle, just to be an extra spicy pain in the ass.

Apparently, I get antagonistic when I’m stressed. Which I wouldn’t say is a new development, but still.

It’s a huge relief to have people I trust around to back us up. Locke might be a relatively new addition to things, but he shares a bond with Ranger’s omega. He also has his own vendetta with the family that betrayed him.

Soren is a wild card.

A vicious and unpredictable bastard, but he’s got his own skin in this game.

After what Avan did to Soren’s wife, I have no doubts about where his loyalty lies. He’s also a scary motherfucker.

If I saw him coming for me?

I would probably piss myself and run the other way.

My head whips up as I realize Brooklyn stands in front of the chair I migrated to a while ago. “Hey, sweetheart. Is Libby asleep?”

She smiles and nods, climbing into my lap and facing me. Her soft skin brushes my cheeks as she runs her fingers through my thick facial hair. “How did it go?”

“You don’t need to worry about anything.” I nuzzle my cheek to hers.

“I think I’ll feel better if I know the basics,” she says, pecking a kiss at the edge of my lips.

“Ranger is unmatched when it comes to strategy. He’s going to study the schematics and make a plan for how we’ll all get in and who will do what.” My fingers dig into the backs of her thighs as she wiggles around my lap.

“Schematics for what?” she asks.

“The wedding,” I say mindlessly as she grinds over my thickening cock. “They’ll be on high alert, but they’ll also be distracted. It’s not guaranteed that we’ll go with that plan. Not until Soren determines if Ivanov is going to back us, but we need to act fast...”

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