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"Guarding his door huh? Like a dragon to a princess?" Cian sipped his coffee staring at Jack's curled form on the bed.

I couldn't argue with him. No matter how upset I was with Jack, I wasn't going to leave his side.

"Finnian stepped out."

Cian nodded. "Saw on the camera. Should have let me plant the bombs in the front yard. Princess wouldn't have gotten far."

"He would have gotten hurt."

Cian shrugged. "What's worst? A missing leg or death?"

"Neither is a good option." Arguing with Cian was like arguing with a wild animal. He never saw reason in something as mundane as compassion or concern. He was the best attack dog Declan had and it showed why he excelled at it.

"Princess is waking up," Cian said, jerking his head toward Jack's bed.

"Stop calling him that. He doesn’t like it."

"I don't tell you how to baby him."

I don’t baby Jack, right?Thinking back on it there had been plenty of times I'd been known to cater to Jack's whims. It was hard not to. I enjoyed watching him smile or get lost in a drawing. He was especially breathtaking when he was excited about something. Then I couldn't help but give him whatever he wanted.

"Would you two stop shouting?" Jack pulled the blanket over his face hiding away from us.

"Rise and shine princess!" Cian marched into the room and snatched the blanket off Jack.

I mentally sighed. Jack probably had a hangover if the state he was in last night was any indication to go off of.

Jack groaned as he slipped from the bed. He wore tight shorts that left nothing to the imagination. They hung low on his hips, but what caught my attention were the piercings on his dusky-colored nipples. Silver bars with pink jewels decorated each side of his nipple and my fingers tingled. I wanted to play with them, to watch Jack's face shift with ecstasy. My gaze was instantly drawn to them and had been since Jack had secretly gotten them on his 19th birthday. His thick lashes hid his dark brown eyes as he kept his lids low.

"Fuck off Cian. It’'s too early in the morning for your shit."

"Language Jack," I chastised.

He sighed. "Really? You don't get on Cian or Finnian when they curse, why me?"

Because you're important to me.

Because you're mine.

None of those reasons were allowed to be said. Jack was my boss's son, that was all it could be. "Jack, you shouldn't talk that way."

He tossed his arms up but he didn't curse. The good boy weighed heavily on my tongue, but I kept it to myself.

"Yeah, princess, a dirty mouth like yours only exists for one purpose, better learn to clean it up." Cian couldn't leave well enough alone.

Jack's cheeks went red as he stared at Cian. "I—fuck you."

Cian moved toward Jack with a smirk on his face. "Yeah, we've been over this, stop teasing and bend over princess."

"Cian," I called out.

Jack on the other hand looked equally angry and intrigued. Was that what he was interested in? I'd seen and ran off plenty of men that Jack had tried to entertain. None of them had been like Cian. I wasn't sure I’d be able to run someone like Cian off. He seemed like the type to lick something and call it his.

I don't want to lose Jack to anyone.

"Shut up. Ronan, help," Jack whined. He pressed his fingers against his temples as he winced. He moved around the both of us and made a beeline for the kitchen. The coffee maker on the counter was already filled with fresh coffee. Jack sighed in relief as he grabbed a mug from the cabinet.

"Don't call your guard dog out now. Not after the shit you pulled last night."

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