Page 121 of Icy Cold Death

“Uh, no, you’re not going West. West means jail, and Tori was just in jail today. No more Littlemoons in lockup this weekend!”

Connor dropped his arm over his sister’s shoulders, and they ignored Julian.

“I’m good for a drive. If four of us go, we can drive it straight.”

Oh, Jesus.

Now, Julian had a whole other problem on his hands—a war party problem.

“NO, you’re not…”

Justin grinned from where he stood.

“I’ll pack snacks. What do you bring to a beatdown? Pudding cups? Granola? Popcorn? What?” he asked. “It’s been a while.”

The radio spun.

“CAN. I. GO. TOO? I. CAN’T. DRIVE. BUT I CAN CALL SHOTGUN,” Mary Beth asked through the phone. “I. CAN. HOLD. HIM. DOWN. AND. HAUNT. HIS. HOUSE.”

Julian knew they were busting his ass, or he hoped they were. So, he stared at them.

“I’m not bailing you bitches out,” he warned. “Keep that in mind when you have to call DETECTIVE HONOR LITTLEMOON, Pryce, and Vivian from lockup. How’s that going to go for you guys?”

They all knew Booth would have it worse. Honor didn’t play Littlemoon games.

From where she sat, Lianna laughed.

“I’m glad I get to be around you guys again. I’ve missed this.”

Julian didn’t.

They.

Were.

Insane.

The only thing worse than an angry Littlemoon was a pack of them trying to get justice for a wounded Littlemoon.

His brothers kept planning.

“You can come, Mary Beth. You’re our sister.”

Julian sputtered when Connor completely ignored him.

“In fact, we can be there by morning if we start now,” Booth offered. “We can beat his ass, put him in a coma, and be home before he ever wakes up. He doesn’t know me. I’ll do the punching.”

The girls got in on it.

“I call driving first,” Claire said.

Her twin didn’t miss a beat.

“Can I come watch?” Lianna asked.

Julian put his hand over her mouth.

“NO.”

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