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“What the fuck!” I yelled, and jumped out of my bed to see Winchester laying there like he belonged there.
He was dressed like he was going out to war, with his tactical gear, guns and knives strapped to his body. His hands were behind his head with a serious expression as his head was tilted to the side, staying completely silent.
“Winchester, what the fuck are you doing in my room?” I snarled.
“Protecting you?” he replied, like I was an idiot for asking.
“You do that outside of my room!” I yelled exasperated.
“I can’t protect you if I can’t see you,” he said sitting up. “What if someone came through the window?”
“Then you walk through the fucking door like anyone else?” I growled.
“You could be dead by then,” he replied sarcastically as he rolled his eyes. “This way, one of us is with you at all times making sure nothing happens to you, especially since you have shit perimeter control.”
“Well… I’m fucking working on that!” I pinched the bridge of my nose. “Can you protect me from outside of my bedroom from now on?”
“It’s your life,” he shrugged, rolling off my bed and leaving my room. “Don’t lock the door.”
Boogie said they were amazing, while King had his reservations about them, and I was starting to see why.
I jumped in the shower then headed down to eat breakfast before meeting with my men. Today we had another deal happening up north, and while this one man wasn’t as well-known as Jay, he was just as important. I was nervous about it until the triplets got here and if what Lance said was true, then I really had nothing to worry about. Their reputation would precede them.
The compound was quiet as I made my way to the kitchen until I heard the click of a gun. I took a deep breath wondering what triplet I was going to have to reprimand today, they were like children half the time. Maverick’s melodic voice carried out to the hallway, sweet as honey, but as I turned the corner, she had Manuel on the table with a gun pointed at his temple.
“Just say the words and I can redecorate the kitchen a pretty red,” she said sweetly.
Winchester had his feet up on the table reading Teen Vogue and Ruger was eating a bowl of cereal reading a book, like a man wasn’t about to die in front of them.
“That’s not what he did, Maverick,” Lance snapped, leaning over the table. “Winchester was the shit who did it.”
Manuel mumbled something as I stood in front of the table. Maverick looked at Winchester, who couldn’t contain his smile.
“Oops, I thought he touched me,” she said, shrugging and let him go, not even getting mad at Winchester.
“Can we not have guns drawn before fucking ten?” I slammed my hands on the table. “Not every situation has to end in bloodshed, and I'd like to not lose men because you misheard something.”
“I—”
“I don’t give a shit what happened, can you not kill my men for a small misunderstanding?” I glared at her. “I get asserting your place here, and while I know you have to, try to kick him in the nuts or?—”
Maverick didn’t waste any time and swiftly kicked Manuel in the nuts before she sat down. Manuel glared at me.
“¿Que quieres que te mate or que tus huevitos te duelen por un rato?” I sighed.
Would you rather die or have your balls hurt a little?
I shook my head as I walked to the fridge, already getting a headache from the triplets, and I hadn’t even been up for an hour.
It was surprisingly quiet as I made myself breakfast and when I sat down, Lance went over some logistics with the delivery. I expected the triplets to fuck around completely annoyingly but they sat and listened.
“We’d like to head in now and scope the place out,” Winchester said, standing up.
“We can hide guns in the area just in case, but I think we need escape routes,” Maverick added.
“And a meeting point if we get separated,” Ruger said.
They exchanged a look together as if they were speaking telepathically.
