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“Dude. This chick has a room full of the most lethal snakes and spiders known to man,” I tell him, still in awe of our mate.

“Oh. She’sthatkind of crazy,” he laughs.

“Yeah, King almost got eaten by a cobra,” I snicker. “Jax saved him, though. Got spit on for his efforts, but once the snake sensed his scorpion it calmed down.”

“Damn. You ok, Jax?”

“I’m fine. It’ll take more than a little snake venom to get me down.” He smirks.

“Yeah, thanks to me,” DJ mutters with a roll of his eyes.

King shakes his head and walks over to Cree as DJ and Jax banter. “What’d you find, Cree?” King stops next to him and waits for his update.

“This house belongs to a dummy corporation that doesn’t exist. It was purchased roughly ten years ago with cash—literal cash not a check. I'm still bouncing around, trying to find who she is,” Cree mutters as he continues whatever it is he’s doing on his tablet.

Finally, her lights go out and I look over at Cree. “Alarm?”

He types a couple things on his computer before answering, “Not armed. But from what you said, who knows what we're gonna find inside.”

I look over at Jax. “You doing OK?” He nods, but doesn't say a word. He’s hyper-focused to the point I see his eyes almost neon in color. Which tells me his scorpion is very close to the surface.

When we get to the door, King steps forward and knocks.

Chapter 15

Ivy

As soon as I get comfortable and close my eyes, a loud noise has me bolting up and staring at my window. This is a quiet neighborhood. It’s the main reason I built my house here. The neighbors are few and far between and the streets stay quiet. Not a lot of through traffic. So when I hear the unmistakable sound of a group of motorcycles, I’m on instant alert.

Crawling back out of bed, I walk over to my window and peek out the black out curtains just in time to see six of the biggest sons of bitches I've seen in a long time dismount their bikes. It's too dark to see who they are but I watch them saunter down my driveway like they have every right to be there. Three of the fuckers walk around the side of my garage, and the other three stay out front looking around. I swear one of them is staring right at my bedroom window.

He can’t see you, Ivy. I assure myself.

Shaking my head, I pull my attention away from my creepy stalker and remember the others were headed to my garage. I throw on a pair of leggings and a T-shirt, grab my baseball bat behind my door and race down the stairs.

Making my way through the house to the back door, I open it slowly and scan for anyone in the backyard. Seeing no one and no unfamiliar shadows, I slip outside and run across the yard to the back door of my shop. I rarely use this door, but it’s always good to have more than one way out of a room. Slipping inside, I can vaguely make out their chatter about my babies.

I don’t even try to stop the grin that spreads across my face when I hear George has pinned one of them with his beautiful stare. Someone's getting spit on tonight. George doesn't like anyone and that includes me on occasion. However, he’s a damn good watch snake.

Hearing a hiss, I'm about to open the door when I hear it. Another hiss and a voice that goes straight to my lady bits. It's the big guy from earlier tonight.

Oh well fuck.

I hear them exchange a few words and put George back in his habitat. He's not going to like that, he hates that cage.

From their conversation, they all appear to believe I’m their mate. Like seriously what the ever loving fuck! All three of them? What about the three out front standing guard? Also, why does that thought send tingles completely through my entire body?

They make their way out of my garage, and I watch them as they head to the three out front. There's a discussion of some kind, but I can't tell what from this distance. I don’t want to move closer and risk them seeing me. I wanna see what the fuck they’re up to first. And then, I’ll sneak up on them.

Conversation apparently over, they walk as one to my front door.

Well, I’ve got news for them. They're not coming in.

I make my way around the corner of the house and hear them knock on the door. Baseball bat poised, I step around the corner and say, “Nobody's home, and I didn't order six bigmotherfuckers. So get back on those pieces of shit bikes and get the hell out of here.”

Slowly, as if choreographed, they all turn and stare at me. Oh, bloody hell are they fucking hot. I can't help but rub my legs together. The smallest one in the group must know what I'm doing because he has a shit-eating grin on his face. Little fucker.

The biggest one starts to step forward, he's the one I sort of met earlier tonight. The second biggest of the group puts his hand out, stopping him.

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