Page 156 of Covenant

Samson is the one to respond though. “Fuck no. Who do you think we are?”

“Old men losers who play Guess Who on a Saturday night.”

The dry way he says that has Wylder laughing loudly, making everyone turn to stare at him.

“Sorry,” he says, clearing his throat and schooling his face. “He’s funny.”

Jackson grins at that. “I am. I’m glad someone thinks so.”

His gaze flicks to Dalton, like he’s checking to see if the man finds him amusing too.

My eyes narrow. Not interested my fucking ass.

“How does it work?” Jackson asks, with typical teenage curiosity. “People ask you for whatever they like and you just do it?”

“To a certain extent,” Wylder says, settling back in his chair. “There are rare times when a request is out of the realm of possibility.”

“I’m still gutted we couldn’t get that girl her unicorn,” Harley says sadly. “She drew such an awesome picture of it too.”

I peer around Matthias at him. “What? A child asked for that?”

“Oh yes,” Harley nods emphatically. “But we don’t get many requests from kids or teenagers.”

Matthias’s hand squeezes mine as several sets of eyes look to him—to the teenager who did once go to The Firm.

For me.

Harley doesn’t seem to notice the empathetic looks that are darting Matt’s way, continuing on in his ramble. “The ones we do get are generally from those whose parents don’t believe we exist. They tend to let their kids put their wishes in just to humor them.”

Cade smirks. “They’d be fucked if we actually took it seriously and granted it.”

“I would’ve granted the unicorn one.” Harley folds his arms across his chest petulantly. “I did find a massive plushie. Dropped it off on her parents’ doorstep one night.”

“Something I’m sure they were eternally grateful for,” Matthias says, sarcasm dripping from his words.

“I got a unicorn tattoo,” Harley says eagerly to Jackson, getting to his feet. “Wanna see it?”

Before he can respond, the rest of them shout “no!”at a deafening volume. Samson reaches up to haul Harley back into his seat. “Get your ass out again and I’ll tattoo my fucking name on it. You got it?”

“Spoilsport,” Harley mutters before winking at Jackson. “Don’t worry, I’ll show you later.”

Jackson looks at me with wide eyes, like he’s suddenly realized he might be out of his depth.

I’m no help, offering him nothing other than a smirk. He’s going to have to learn how to keep up if he wants to play these games with the others.

“Behave, Harley,” Dalton growls, kicking Harley’s ankle. Jackson’s head snaps to him, and Dalton gives him a reassuring smile.

I swear, Jackson melts a little.

Matt laughs and tries to cover it with a cough. I turn my glare at him, knowing he’s seeing the same thing as I am.

“Dalton would never,” Matt whispers in my ear soothingly. “Let Jackson have his little crush. It’s innocent.”

Innocent. If Jackson thinks about Dalton the way I think about Matt, it’s far from fucking innocent.

“Going back to your question,” Wylder says as if Harley hasn’t just taken us all on a unicorn-filled tangent. “Yes, we try and fulfill all requests.”

Jackson tilts his head. “Even things like kidnapping? Murder?”

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