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“No.” Rot slaps the center of his bare chest. “Idon’t kill women. I’ve never killed a woman. Okay. I’ve killed one. Just one time. It was an accident. Coffin kills women. They’re his specialty.”
Coffin, as in the man who stormed into the bathroom after he came?
That man?
The brute blond.
Great.
Just great.
“So… the, the forty-three others…” I trail off, unable to form a coherent sentence.
“Coffin and Necro handled them. Along with some of the other brothers.”
Of course, they did.
They handle them like this is every fucking day here. Oh. Just another dead woman to bury in the backyard.
Shit.
Shit.
Shit.
Anxiously drumming my fingers on the bed, I stare Rot in the face. “Why are you telling me all this?”
He shrugs up a single shoulder and drops it. “Because you asked.”
And just like that, as if the atomic bomb wasn’t just dropped on my head and my brain matter isn’t scattered metaphorically all over his sheets, Rot saunters up to the bed, pulls me to my feet, and escorts me from his room, still reeling from the news that…
I am definitely going to die.
They’re gonna bury me somewhere on their property with the other forty-three women they’ve killed.
And if, by some miracle, I don’t die, I’m going to murder Dark myself.
What in the hell did he get me into?
Chapter
Seven
Grippingthe counter in our industrial-sized kitchen, I glance over my shoulder to ensure Sola is where I left her, at the family-sized chow table with the brothers. They can’t stop starin’ at her. All of ‘em. The fuckers need to wipe the damn drool comin’ from their mouths.
A growl rips up my throat.
Stirring a pot of whatever smells amazing, Mama, our VP, chuckles darkly. “You’re already in love.”
I flip him off. “That’s not a thing.”
He smirks like a fuckin’ dickhead. “You came in your pants.”
“So?” I growl, waiting for him to say something, anything, to end up with my fist in his face.
He jerks his chin toward where she’s seated. “You can’t stop lookin’ at her.”
“I don’t want Coffin or Necro fuckin’ this up for us,” I reason.
