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Elliot sees it first. His smirk is slow, knowing, devastating. “Greedy little thing.”

“She’s ours,” Orion says, voice heavy with possession.

“Think she can take us again?” Callum taunts.

Noah chuckles. “She’s already dripping for it.”

Elliot leans in, lips brushing mine. “You want more, baby doll?”

I don’t hesitate.

I never hesitate.

I arch between them, stretching, sighing, purring. “Always.”

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Juliet

My men are perfect.

Utterly, devastatingly, unreasonably perfect.

Callum has officially left that trailer park nightmare and moved in.

Orion loves having someone who actually challenges him at the gym. Noah loves having a fellow troublemaker. Elliot loves shaking his head at us all.

And I?

I love them.

I love watching Callum and Orion bicker over whose bench press is bigger.

I love how Noah sneaks love notes into our lunch bags.

I love how Elliot humors my insanity while secretly encouraging it.

I also love that Callum handled my little Tammy issue.

The neighbor?

Oh, she remembered wrong.

Really wrong.

Detective Grimm, the absolute moron, still tried to pull me in for a fucking lineup.

Can you imagine?!

Me, standing next to a bunch of ragged-out, bleach-fried, Hot Cheeto-smelling, knockoff versions of myself?

I have never been more personally offended in my life.

Naturally, I wasn’t identified. Because I’m flawless.

Orion patted my ass on the way out of the station. “Told you, baby. They don’t got shit.”

Callum laughed like he was deeply proud of himself. “If they were smart, they’d call me in to make people disappear, not question me about it.”

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