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“And you’re just going to have to accept it. Just like I have with you, Ivy, Heath, and Max.”

His face turns stone-cold, like he got caught red-handed. “Really? You’re gonna throw them under the bus?”

“You know I’m right.” I wink.

He grumbles again. “Fine. Do what you want. I’m not stopping you.”

Before he can leave, I drag him in for a forced hug. He doesn’t protest even though I know he hates them.

“Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For trusting me.”

Finally, he releases all the pent-up rage and just gives in to the love, as his hand settles on the small of my back and a short breath escapes his mouth.

“Be careful,” he says with a soft voice, probably so the others won’t hear. “I don’t want to lose you too.”

I smile. “I know.”

He pulls back and points at the guys. “And if any of you ever even cause so much as a scratch on her skin I will fucking skin you alive and hang you on the Skull and Serpent Society walls like a goddamn tapestry.”

“Jesus, that’s morbid,” Grey mutters.

“I’m more of a Shibari fan, but that’ll work for me,” Apollo says, snorting.

Levi punches his arm, then focuses on Silas. “I was willing to die for her. You bet your ass I’ll protect her with my life.”

Silas’s face scrunches, like he’s actually contemplating the words. “Good. Just know I’m keeping my eyes on you.” He holds two fingers in front of his eyes then toward my guys and back to his eyes again.

I snort. “All right, sheriff, that’s enough.” I push him out of the room.

But before he leaves, he grips the doorpost and says, “I forgot to tell you, Mom and Dad wanna have a chat with Levi and his parents.”

Oh God.

Silas sticks up both his middle fingers to the guys. “Bring some tape for when they’re done ripping your asses so you can tape it back together. See ya.”

CHAPTER 68

Aspen

“Twenty missing people.All working for the Rivera family,” Agent Foley says, noting down the information. “And none of you have seen a thing?”

“Nope,” my mom says, smiling stupidly.

“The families haven’t reported them missing,” he adds.

That’s what happens when your parents pay the families that work for them fortunes to keep them quiet in case their loved ones die for us.

“Is that a question for us?” Felix asks, annoyed.

“Just an observation.” Foley sternly glances at him.

“Maybe they didn’t have great family connections,” I muse.

Foley raises his brow. “I doubt that.”

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