Page 72 of Savoring Her Snake

“There is trouble,” Ryker says.

“Yes.”

“You don’t know who yet?” Bash steps away from the rail.

“Not yet. My men are working on it.” I want to give Bane and Hunter time with their brother, but my skin is itching with the need to act.

“We can help.” Ryker holds his palm out. “We know you don’t need it, but you have it regardless.” He drops his hand.

“Thank you,” I concede.

“Are they from your past or hers?” Bash asks.

“Mine,” I grit out.

“How do you know?” Ryker asks.

“Because I’ve been killing a group of men. The word has spread through them.” Sharing any information makes me uncomfortable.

“How do dead men talk?” Bash asks with a lifted brow.

“I spread the word before I met Juliana,” I say, leaving out the part about my gift. If I wanted to make dead men talk, I could, or rather almost dead men.

“Got any enemies?” Ryker asks her.

“My mom,” she snorts. “I would have said my brother, but it seems he is changing. He wouldn’t hurt me.”

“Would your mom do this?” Bash asks but doesn’t seem surprised.

“No. She’s busy counting money,” she mumbles. Her phone rings, and she jumps. I gave it back to her when we got in the car after we tried to track the message. She slides it out of her pocket. Stanly’s name is on the screen.

“Why is Stanly calling?” I ask, sneering. I made Levi swear he wouldn’t answer his calls.

“When he can’t reach Levi, he calls me.” She silences the phone. An uncomfortable feeling washes over me. Jealousy and rage. I hate that a man is calling her.

“He does this often?” I ask.

“Since we were kids,” she says.

“Don’t ever answer,” I growl, and surprise fills her scent.

“I haven’t, and I won’t,” she promises.

“Who is Stanly?” Bash asks.

“My brother’s best friend. Reckless. He’s not important,” she answers.

“You don’t like him?” Ryker asks.

“No.”

“Does he like you?” Bash tilts his head.

“He’s an ass, but he’s been there for my brother. If anything, I think of him like a brother.”

“He could be a possibility,” I growl. He has been around her for years, so I don’t know why he would wait to make a move.

“He does. He likes you,” Bash whispers, watching my mate shift.

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