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“Make her our bloody queen,” Boogie groaned. “No one will fuck with her.”
“Fuck yes,” I said, putting my hand on the small of his back helping him grind into me more.
“Shit!” Boogie pulled away suddenly.
“What?” I growled.
“I have the perfect idea.” Boogie grinned.
I raised my brow, getting annoyed when he didn’t say anything right away.
“The triplets just came back, and they don’t have anything to do,” Boogie smiled mischievously. “Everyone knows who they are, and they can help protect her, making sure no one touches what is ours.”
My stomach soured and my dick instantly grew soft when he mentioned the triplets. They were a pain in my ass, they were reckless and they only listened to Boogie. They were the best at their jobs and that was the only reason I tolerated them, but “Boogie’s Boys” were sometimes more trouble than they were worth.
“I don’t think that is a good idea, if they were there tonight, we would have had a dead dealer on our hands and a very mad Doll,” I sighed.
Boogie smiled darkly. “Their sins are not our own and it’s easier to reprimand them than have her be mad at us.”
I mulled that over and I could see the appeal. If they fucked up, it wasn’t technically our fault and it was a win-win. We didn’thaveto get mad at them and they would take care of our problem.
“If they take things too far, they are your fucking problem,” I said, liking this idea more than I really should have.
The triplets were fucking crazy. If Boogie said to protect her, they would and they had no problem killing before asking questions, which was fine by me.
“I’ll take that chance,” he said, pulling me into a kiss, picking up right where we left off.
Winchester,Ruger and Maverick drove behind us as we made our way to Christmas Town. Ally had been radio silent for two days and I had had enough of her bratty attitude. I wanted to show up unannounced, but Boogie texted Lance, letting him know our arrival time and who we had with us. He was instructed not to let Ally know, but if he was really loyal to her, he would tell her.
The drive eased some of my tension. The purr of the engine as we pushed high speeds, along with seeing the triplets do some tricks, made my heart leap in my chest. I almost forgot I was mad as we rolled into town as the sun set.
A man was stationed outside the back door. He was tall and muscular, watching us as we took off our helmets. He opened the door revealing Lance waiting for us, dressed in slacks and a button-down with a holster for his gun. He regarded Boogie and I first then nodded at the Triplets before motioning for us to follow him.
“She’s still mad?” I asked, figuring I might as well know what we were heading into.
“She’s been pretty pissy the last two days, so I’m assuming that’s been because of the two of you?” Lance looked over his shoulder.
I shrugged as Boogiegrunted. The triplets snickered behind me. I clenched my jaw hating how childish they were sometimes. The smell of food grew stronger as we walked down the hallway.
We turned into the kitchen, and saw Ally cutting into a lasagna. She didn’t look up at us as Lance passed by her, whispering something to her. Her head was angled down, but I could still see the bruising on her face. My anger came back in full force. Boogie snarled before I could, and she looked up at us with a raised brow. That’s when she noticed the triplets.
It was hard not to notice them. Winchester was blonde, six five on the lankier side compared to Ruger, but still had muscles and had been trained by Boogie and me. Ruger had dark hair and dark eyes, six foot, stockier and looked like he could kill you with a squeeze of his bicep. And then there was Maverick, she was five eight, brown hair with green eyes and looked the least lethal, but she was probably the most deadly out of all of them.
Her innocent look made everyone drop their guard around her and that’s when she struck. She could kill you thirty different ways and bring you back from the dead and kill you again. She was the one I hated the least, but not by much.
“She’s gorgeous,” Maverick said, breaking the silence, taking the plate from Ally and kissing her cheek.
I growled.
“That bruising makes you even more gorgeous,” Winchester said, grabbing the next plate, licking her face.
Ally squealed as I glared at him.
Ruger walked over to smell her, rubbing against her, taking a plate from her.
“Do any of you know about personal space?” I glared at them as they started to eat.
“Who are they?” Ally raised her brow.
