Page 22 of Bad Ruck

"Better us than the other side," Ramsey said.

I wasn't sure if I believed that, but there was nothing I could do to stop it from happening. Not unless I kept my mouth shut. If doing that risked anyone in this room, what choice did I have?

"This is getting messy," I said, weary.

At this point, it didn't matter where we went, we had to be on alert. Storm’s apartment might be the only place we could truly relax and be ourselves, without being on guard every single moment.

Although, if I was honest with myself, I was a little on edge here too. If anyone really wanted to get at us, there was no reason they wouldn't try to reach us here. Whether they'd succeed or not was another thing, but they might take the chance.

"It's been messy for a long time," Atlas said. "That's why Jay and I are here."

"What will it take to not be messy?" Dallas asked.

"Us dealing with the major players before they deal with us," Atlas said. "But we can't just run in there and end them all."

"Why not?" Frost asked. He seemed to like the idea.

"Because it could get us dead," Atlas said firmly. "And we don't know for sure if Carlos Jones is involved. We don't know who Nile Fox is. We could kill a few people, then have a shit ton more come after us. If you're down for that, then go ahead. I'll bethe one saying I told you so at your funeral. If they can find your body."

"We need to know who and what we're dealing with," Ramsey agreed. "The boss might not want us dealing with anything."

"That too," Atlas agreed. "We need to sit tight and wait for orders."

Frost huffed. "I guess I can do that."

"Of course you can," I told him. "It's not as though you don't have a season to focus on. Remember football?" I managed a smile along with the light tease.

He made a show of scratching his temple. "It rings a bell. Something about a ball and feet." He dropped his hand in a ‘who knows,’ gesture.

Storm rolled his eyes. "You're an idiot." He spoke with affection. No one could doubt the feelings between the two of them had grown. They were closer now than they'd ever been, and I was here for it.

"You still love me." Frost grinned.

"Yeah, maybe," Storm said. "You're all right."

"I'm better than all right and you know it," Frost said. "Everyone in this room knows how awesome I am." He gestured around to all of us.

"Of course we do," I said. "You're the awesomest. We all are."

"Team Awesomest for the win," he declared. He leaned over to offer Jay a fist bump.

Jay smiled and returned the gesture. They seemed to be getting more and more comfortable with each other.

I supposed both of them fucking me at the same time would bond guys together. What would it be like with all six of them? Messy, but I wanted to anyway. Hearing all of them groaning and grunting, thrusting and sweating at the same time would bememorable, to say the least. My clit throbbed eagerly at the idea of it.

I caught Atlas' eye and grinned. Seeing them getting along for a change was gratifying. How long would it last? That was anyone's guess, but I'd enjoy it while it did.

Atlas grinned back. He was way too adorable for his own good. They all were.

All of them were so different and yet here we all were, together. Sharing this space and taking care of each other. Joking around, even when the situation was dark. People could be out there right now, wanting us dead, but we had each other's backs.

"Are you going to get T-shirts and make us wear them?" Storm grumbled. "Team Fucking Awesomest." The look he gave Frost was bordering on the evil eye. Somewhere between disgust and ‘don't you fucking dare.’

Frost snapped his fingers. "I wasn't going to, but now you mention it, that's a good idea. We'd all look adorable in matching T-shirts. Or better yet, matching jackets."

"Don't forget the matching socks," Jay said.

"And hats," Atlas said, giving Storm a sideways look, knowing he'd get the other man going. "Maybe track pants with the team name down the leg. And matching duffel bags."

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