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I just hadn’t found mine yet, but something told me it wouldn’t be long until I did.

CHAPTER 20

Vincent

My ass hurt.

I winced as I got to my feet after having slept in Drake’s bed. It wasn’t like I could crawl in with Dom since Drake was there or with Levin after our outdoor activities since Fallon was sharing a room with him.

I’d wandered upstairs after Levin had fucked me into oblivion on the edge of the property. I hadn’t been in a good place mentally. It didn’t matter what we did. Levin was stubborn and hellbent on going into the fold.

It was driving me nuts to know we may lose him.

The only silver lining in this entire mess was that B had told Dom about Drake. I’d seen the look on his face when he’d told us his feelings on everything. His words.

“I don’t want to fucking do this, but I want her to have the world. I owe her this after all the shit I did. If that’s that prick, so be it. If he fucks up, he dies. Agreed?”

We’d agreed without consulting with Fallon. He may be back in, but I knew he was really still on the outs. Dom was leery about him yet. Levin struggled with his feelings on it. I figured it was a lot like how I felt. I loved Fallon. I wanted to keep lovinghim. Deep down, though, I was nervous. Scared. Worried he’d fucking hurt us all again. I wanted it to be real and true. That he was back for good, but he had a long way to go to prove it. Getting his ass beaten was just the beginning. I was pretty sure he knew that, however.

“Hey, baby,” I greeted B softly as I wrapped my arms around her while she sat at the kitchen island with Rosalie.

“Mm,” she answered, snuggling against me. “Aren't you supposed to be in a meeting?”

“I am,” I said, pecking her lips with mine. “You taste like magic, honey B.”

She laughed at that and offered me a bite of her pancake, which I chewed down quickly before giving her another kiss.

“Come on. We have a meeting,” I said, urging her off the stool as Anson came into the room. His gaze moved from me to Rosalie, the impact of his stare making even me quake. This was a guy who was fierce and all up in the horsemen’s shit with their girl. I’d brushed off what I’d heard before because I didn’t think the horsemen could ever have competition, but seeing her eyes light up and the smile curling his lips made me realize these horsemen had a fucked-up situation, especially since I’d heard Cole was adamant that Anson fuck off and die. Slowly. Painfully.

“Hey, Ass Hat,” Cole grumbled, glaring openly at him.

“Pretty boy,” Anson answered, without missing a beat.

Cole scowled at him as Rosalie rested her hand on his in a way I assumed was to calm the beast.

“I’m here to collect a pretty little package,” Anson continued, offering Rosalie another smile that broadened hers and made her cheeks darken.

“Is it my fist? Because I feel like it’s my fist.” Cole took a step toward Anson, but Rosalie was quick to wrap her hand around his wrist to stop his trek.

“Please. We’re not doing this. Ani, please stop antagonizing him. Cole. Same thing.” Rosalie stood between them. Cole gave Anson the finger, making Anson shake his head. Rosalie sighed and gave Cole a warning look.

“What? I’m done now.” Cole tugged her against his body before crushing his lips to hers. I watched as the tension left her, and she melted against him.

Quickly, I looked away and caught the look on Anson’s face.

A muscle thrummed along his jaw, and he balled his hands into fists.

They really did hate one another. It was more than what Levin and Fallon felt. At least with them, there weren’t fists. Usually. It was plain as day that Cole and Anson hated one another, and Anson wasn’t happy watching Cole manhandle Rosalie in front of him.

I cleared my throat and took B’s hand. She came easy with me. Once we’d left the scene behind us, she let out a breath.

“I like Rosalie. She’s really sweet.”

“She seems to be,” I said, leading her to the home office down the hall. “That whole Cole and Anson thing is bad though. I can see some crashing and burning happening soon enough.”

“I noticed, too,” she murmured. “I hope everything will be OK.”

“At least it’s not our problem.”

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