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She would not be happy if she realized that we weren’t being trained and, in her eyes, were just fighting; mind you, none of the parents would be. Fortunately, Cash’s mom and dad are out a lot at work, so we haven’t run into the issue yet. I make a mental note to talk to the guys about it when we’re not on the way to stalk some fucker.

I have to admit that I kind of like doing this. We’ve done it more than once when we’ve run someone out of town, and it’s proven to be needed more often than not. We’ve had to reinforce our threat on a couple of people who thought they could do what they did here in their new towns. Predictably, they moved when they were caught here, and we followed them to the next town they moved to just to prove that we could. We check in every now and then and have a couple of contacts that keep an eye on some of them, but we haven’t had anyone offend a third time.

I am aware that I probably shouldn’t like it as much as I do, but we’re all a bit dark and twisted, and quite frankly, I wouldn’t have us any other way. We’re helping people in our own way, and that way just happens to be violent and a tad bit bloodthirsty.

It works for us, and we’re unlikely to change it anytime soon.

“Rafe wants to know if anyone would like a brownie? His mom made them.” Riot asks, pulling me out of my thoughts.

“Yes, please,” Luc says.

“Absolutely,” Cash answers.

Jensen makes grabby hands as he replies, “Do you even need to ask? I am literally starving.”

“No, you’re not,” I retort with a smile, chuckling when he gives me the finger and nodding to Rafe when he offers me a brownie, “thanks man.”

“No problem,” he signs in reply, taking one himself and then closing the lid on the rest of them and putting them back in his backpack.

“Oh my fucking god,” Jensen suddenly exclaims, and I panic that we’re being followed or something until he adds, “These brownies are the best thing I have ever tasted.”

Chapter Seventeen

Trick

“Seriously, dude, I thought something bad had happened,” I chastise.

Of course, it’s Jensen, so he doesn’t look apologetic or anything as he simply waves me off and turns back to Rafe, who is grinning, “Seriously, though, what do you think I’d have to say to get your mom to make a batch just for me?”

Rafe chuckles and starts signing, “I don’t think she would. She doesn’t make them very often.”

“Can you ask her though?” Jensen asks, “Maybe see if she can do me like a batch a week.”

“Won’t you get fed up with them if you have them every week?” Luc asks.

Jensen looks at him incredulously, “Have you tried these? I don’t think you could ever get fed up of these.”

Luc grins, “They are pretty awesome, but I don’t think you’re going to manage to convince Rafe’s mom to make you some every week.”

“Are you pouting?” I ask through my laughter as I spot his expression in the back seat.

“Yes, I am,” Jensen replies, sounding very matter-of-fact about it. “I love them.”

“Right, sure you do,” Riot comments, rolling his eyes and looking just as amused as the rest of us.

Jensen’s teasing expression suddenly falls, and he sits up straighter in his seat, “Shit, I forgot to tell you because I got distracted by all the founding family shit, but Knox actually told me that we should check out one of the houses on the opposite side of town. He said that we should find what we need there in order to sort this mess out, but warned me that we’d need evidence and a lot of it, if we were planning to involve the police.”

“Which is what we usually do once we’ve got what we need from whoever we’re going after,” Cash points out, “which means he really does know about what we do, and what we have done.”

“Yeah,” Jensen replies simply. “But if he’s right about this house, then he’s given us a considerable advantage, and made this whole thing a lot less complicated than we thought it would be.

“Speaking of complicated,” Cash replies.

“Uh oh, that doesn’t sound good,” Jensen interrupts.

“It’s not,” Cash replies honestly, “Rachel identified the guy who sold her friends Candy and it’s Boyd, as in one of Billy’s inner circle Boyd.”

Jensen’s reaction is immediate and the same as ours, “Well, fuck. You know I never liked him, he always seemed like a dumb fuck.”

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