Page 56 of Their Domme

“Should we pull our guns?” Oli asked out of the corner of his mouth, getting close to my other side. I didn’t know that I needed the protection, but I couldn’t deny that I liked the feel of being surrounded by my boyfriends.

“Why would we want a gun if up close is way more fun?” Maksim answered. Alexei’s long-suffering sigh told me he expected nothing less from his step-brother.

“Who the hell are all of you?” the cop asked sharply as he approached. He was young looking, maybe close to my age, with dirty blond hair and blue eyes. It was when Wrenn approached that it hit me.They’re related.

“I don’t know why you’re getting so worked up about this,” Wrenn said, seemingly continuing their conversation from before.

“I’m trying to work,” he ground out, glaring at the woman beside him.

“No, you’re avoiding the conversation,” she pushed.

“You left here at eighteen, didn’t fucking look back, and now you just waltz back years later without a fucking word.”

“I’ve been here for a few hours, Ryan.” She rolled her eyes. “I don’t have to fucking check in with you.”

“We had some crazy shit happen here recently, so excuse me that I want to make sure you’re fucking safe. Besides, you came back herealone—” That caught my attention and Sacha’s given the way he tensed beside me, but that was nothing compared to the Cheshire grin that overtook Wrenn’s face when she replied.

“What makes you think I’m here alone?”

“You’re here with these…people?” he replied, pulling a face. I didn’t know what was more offensive—how he’d said it or the way Wrenn threw back her head in laughter.

“What? No. Men have never been my preference.”

The cop started rubbing his forehead like he was getting a headache just talking to her. He took a deep breath. “Sis, can you just tell me what the fuck is going on?”

Right then, yelling came from the church, and Wrenn smirked, a bright gleam in her brown eyes. “Nic wanted a private moment with her mom. I think they finally noticed.”

“Nicholette…” Her brother paled. “Fuck. Her mom is buried!”

“I know,” Wrenn replied, glancing at us. “She wanted to pay her respects. I bet she’s almost done by now.”

Yelling turned to screams, and Wrenn’s brother took off when another cop ran out of the station. Wrenn’s expression smoothed out as she turned to Sacha. “For the record, I didn’t think she was going to leave without the rest of you, but I figured going with me was better than her going off on her own.”

“What happened?”

“She’s destroying her headstone,” Wrenn said softly. “My brother won’t arrest her. Always had a soft spot for her, which I think will only get bigger when he sees her again. Let’s go.”

Not looking back to see if we were following, she started walking away. Sacha and Vas caught up, taking a spot on either side of her. Every step showed the controlled anger in both brothers as they headed for the graveyard.

“That will be explosive,” Oli noted, grabbing my hand and pulling me along. “Don’t want to miss anything!”

When we got to the graveyard, I didn’t know what to concentrate on first—Nicholette standing there with a sledgehammer in hand, the headstone broken in jagged pieces, Wrenn’s brother trying to pry the hammer from her grip, or the priest spouting biblical verses at our woman. “It’s like some twisted joke gone wrong,” I whispered, and Oli snorted.

The sound drew Nic’s attention, her blue-green eyes bright with amusement as if she knew what I had said. Ryan took the opportunity to take the hammer from her then gently grabbed her arm to pull her away from the priest. He was whisper-yelling at her about destroying the headstone as he led the way to us.

“Why the hell would you do this? I swear, I don’t want to arrest you for destroying private property. You come here after all these years and just—”

“It’s so good to see you too,” Nic cut him off, not sounding the least bit sorry as she pulled her arm out of his grip. “I have things I need to attend to. Is the house still taped off?”

“How do you know about that?”

“Why didn’t anyone in this bumfuck town think they should inform me?” Nic hissed, whirling around to face off with the man. She poked his chest and stepped into his personal space. “My brother is missing, and you all decided to just leave me the fuck out of it?”

“I did want to tell you!” he shot back. “But you were gone. Not a damn trace.”

“That’s a fucking lie,” Nic threw back harshly. “If you ran my name through the police database, you’d have known exactly where to find me, Ryan. If you’re going to lie, at least make it believable.”

“I did! You didn’t come up.”

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