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Maverick growled back at the dog, and they stared at each other until Zero deemed her safe and came back to me. I shook my head because every triplet did this, and it made me wonder if they were raised by wolves.
“It’s one,” she stated, sitting on the edge of the bed. “It’s not like you to lay in bed for so long.”
I shrugged. “Not much to do today. Plus, I went out to let Zero do his business twice already.”
“The guys and I have some Halloween business to attend to this evening,” she said.
“I remember,” I said. “Roman will keep me safe. He’s got those men whipped into shape and Mars has tripled my security. Plus, I know you will have to leave some day.”
I really hated that they had to leave, but they weren’t mine to keep. There were a few days that I contemplated telling Boogie and King that I would forgive them if I could have the triplets stay with me, but I didn’t want to do that to the triplets either, they would go stir-crazy here.
“I wish we didn’t have to leave,” she murmured. “I do love Christmas Town.”
“Yeah, but you guys aren't meant to be here,” I said. “Christmas is too tame for you guys. You need the thrill of a hit and all of that crap.”
She chuckled. “It’s nice to be here sometimes, not to be the death dealers everyone thinks we are.”
I raised my brows at her. “Oh, shut up, you know you love it.”
“She is lying, she loves it,” Ruger said at the door. “We all do.”
“What she means is that it's a nice change of pace to be here with you,” Winchester said, walking past Ruger. “We still love the hunt, blood and killing.”
I shook my head as Zero went to Winchester immediately. They had a weird relationship. I swear I even saw Winchester bite his ear once.
“It’s in our nature,” Ruger agreed, sitting on the bed, eyeing Zero like he was a bomb about to go off. “But sometimes we like just existing without the expectation of killing. Plus, Maverick and Winchester like fucking Lance.”
I laughed. “I fucking knew it.”
“Traitor.” Maverick threw a pillow at him.
“Was it not common knowledge you were both fucking him?” Ruger growled.
“Oh, I think it was, but I never got it confirmed,” I grinned at Ruger.
Winchester shrugged. “He’s cute and I like his whole innocence thing he has going on, plus it was hot seeing Maverick dominate him.”
“And he’s such a good boy.” Maverick grinned.
I laughed because I was going to tease Lance so much for this.
“So, is sharing a common thing for you guys?” I asked curiously.
“Sometimes, it’s easier for us,” Winchester said, looking over at Ruger.
Was that longing?
“We don’t do well when we all go our separate ways,” Maverick said, glancing at Ruger too.
“Oh, so?—”
“Did you know when Boogie and King first got together, King had to lock Boogie away to save him from himself,” Winchester said, knocking me speechless, making me forget my earlier question.
Maverick sighed, glaring at Winchester. “Great delivery, dude.” She punched his arm. “When Boogie and King first met, it was a rough first couple of years. Boogie wasn’t a talker and was afraid of everything. The poor guy was traumatized, which was the least of his worries, but just as they thought he was getting better, he had a psychotic break.”
My heart pounded fast as I took in the story. I always craved to hear bits of their past, too afraid to ask.
“They saw one of the regulars who would use Boogie, and without thinking, Boogie grabbed him, and killed him in front of too many people,” Maverick said. “Something snapped in Boogie, and he was thirsty for revenge. King tried to satiate that thirst, but Boogie was out of control. He wasn’t just killing the men who wronged him. He killed their families and innocent people who didn’t deserve to die.”
