Page 114 of Golden Atonement

“Remi’s got an admirer,” he sing-songed in a teasing manner.

Narrowing my eyes I walked over to the bouquet and saw that there was a card. Looking around, I spotted several of the brothers just milling around as Max leaned against the wall, arms crossed over his chest, glaring at the bouquet.

“Did you buy me flowers?”

“No, I did not.”

“Then who are they from?”

“That’s what I’m waiting for you to tell me.”

Looking back at the card, I noticed no one had broken the seal.

“You didn’t open the card?”

“They weren’t delivered to me,” Max snarked, then growled, “Open the damn card. I want to know who I get to kill today.”

Rolling my eyes, I ripped open the seal on the small envelope and took out the card and frowned.

“Who’s it from?”

“It doesn’t say,” I whispered as I flipped the card from front to back. “All it says is I’m sorry.”

“Sorry for what?”

“Jesus Christ,” I clipped. “If I knew that, Max, I’d let you know. They are just flowers.”

“The fuck they are,” he snarled, marching toward me. “No one sends flowers like that to a woman and expects nothing in return.”

“What?” I laughed. “What do these flowers mean?”

“Some fucknut out there is fucking expecting a reunion of some kind. But he can fucking forget about it, baby, ‘cause you’re mine.”

“Are you jealous of some flowers, Max?” I teased.

“Fuck no!”

“Then I will take them to the kitchen and put them on the table so everyone can enjoy them.”

“You touch those fucking flowers and I will spank your ass.”

Glaring at the irate man, I challenged, “You and whose army?”

“Don’t need a fucking army, baby,” he said, right before I found myself hanging upside down over his shoulder as he slapped my ass hard, marching his cute little angry ass up the stairs.

“Told ya, baby,” he said, throwing me on the bed and kicking the bedroom door shut. “I don’t need a fucking army.”

Chapter Thirteen

Reaper

It had been a motherfucking week since the ugly ass roses had arrived, and since then, my woman had received two more dozen long-stemmed red roses, one white dozen, and a box of expensive chocolates, which I threw in the fucking trash before she could get her damn grubby fingers on them.

When I got my hands on the motherfucking sender, I was going to put a bullet between his eyes.

By day two, I had Phantom investigating the delivery driver.

By day three, she investigated the flower shop.

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