Page 2 of Twisted Ruck

"You guys should go," I said.

"Come with us," Frost said. "As far as I'm concerned, you're part of the team."

"I'm not really," I argued. "He didn't give me the job."

"Maybe he intended to but didn't get a chance," Frost suggested. It was an innocent suggestion, but my mind took it in a completely different direction.

My blood went cold. "I suppose that's possible."

Was this Atlas' doing? Somehow he knew Bruce was going to hire me, and got to him before he could? I wished I could rule that out, but the more I thought about it, the greater the chance I could rule it in.

"Atlas fucking Underwood," Storm growled. "If he killed Bruce to soothe his ego, I'm going to rip his arms off and beat him over the head with them."

Frost snorted a laugh. "I'm sorry, but I'd like to see that." He quickly added, "Only if Atlas was actually involved."

"I might do it anyway," Storm said. "He deserves it after treating Chelsea like shit."

"Don't go ripping arms off until you know what actually happened." I rubbed my temples with my thumb and the tips of my fingers. "Like I said, it might have been natural causes." Right now, that seemed as likely as the guys sprouting an extra cock each.

"I've waited this long," Storm said. "I can wait a bit longer." His jaw worked. At the same time, he curled his fingers into a fist and wrapped the other hand around it, like he was warming it up.

"I vote we get a place together after this," Frost said. He didn't elaborate, he just stepped back into the bedroom and started sorting through the clothes that lay scattered on the floor.

I stepped out of his track pants and offered them to him before I hurried in for a quick shower. I didn't want to turn up at the stadium messy and smelling of the three guys. Not today, anyway.

For once, none of them joined me. By the time I was dry and dressed, they were sitting around the table, drinking coffee and eating toast and fruit.

"We have breakfast for you." Dallas gestured to the seat beside him.

The moment I sat, he placed a hand on my leg. Whenever I was near, he had to touch me. Some women might have found it stifling, but I thought it was sweet. And that day, it was comforting. I liked to be touched. I liked knowing he cared about me so much.

"I'm not hungry," I admitted. In spite of that, I picked up a piece of toast and bit into the corner before washing it down with still-hot coffee. "I should be asking how you guys are doing. Bruce was a good GM. The team is going to feel his absence."

"Yeah," Storm agreed. "He was a good guy. One of the better ones. His wife and kids are going to be gutted."

"I'mgutted," Frost said. He pressed his lips together long enough for them to turn white. "Like Stormy said, he was a good guy. Whoever replaces him is going to have big boots to fill."

"Really big," Dallas agreed. "And they better hire Chelsea, or they might end up the same way." He nodded.

So far, he hadn't given me any indication he was into killing people, like Frost and my brother were. Maybe he was considering making an exception for anyone who got between me and my dream job. Or rather, got in the way of his ability to sneak off to the infirmary and fuck me once or twice a day.

Priorities.

"I was going to say that," Frost said.

"Can wenotkill the new GM?" I said, finishing on a heavy sigh. "You don't even know who it'll be. They probably haven't had time tostartconsidering a replacement."

The team would have to deal with today before they could think about tomorrow.

"I make no promises," Frost said. "But I'm willing to give them the benefit of the doubt. For now."

"You're starting to sound like my brother," I said with a sigh.

"Thank you." Frost grinned. "We could be a double act. Ice and Frost."

"Don't forget Storm," Storm said.

"The bad weather triplets," Dallas said dryly. "I'm starting to think I should change my name to Tornado. Might be a better nickname than Tex."

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