Page 72 of Shadow

“Okay?” I muttered. “So, what’s the problem?”

“You gonna tell him or shall I, babe?” Nevil angrily said, looking at Charity, who sat subdued, her head hanging low.

When no one spoke up, I sighed, placing my hands on my hips. “Alright. What did you two do now?”

And that was all it took for my sisters to speak over each other.

“We just wanted to help!”

“We weren’t in any danger!”

Joy giggled. “You two are in so much trouble.”

Narrowing my eyes at my littlest sister, I didn’t have to say anything as Faith grabbed Joy’s arm, escorting her from the room. “You stay out of this. Bad enough you threw yourself at the brothers.”

When the peanut gallery left, I turned my attention back to Charity and Hope.

“We’re sorry, Zeke,” Hope muttered contritely.

“Not good enough, darlin’,” Angel growled.

“Why are you even here?” I asked, looking at the Diamondback brother. “I get why Nevil the Geek is here and Whisper, but not you.”

“Not a geek asshole,” Nevil growled, crossing his arms across his chest. The big fucker was a pain in my ass. He was always here.

Angel, however, just smirked and said, “Ask Hope?”

Hope gasped, shaking her head as I looked at her. “Well?”

“Okay,” Charity huffed. “Fine. So, we chased after the truck. Big deal. We found it, didn’t we? You guys were busy with Joan. We weren’t going to let that fucker get away. Joan’s family now. Zeke claimed her. That means she’s ours. Ours to protect.”

I couldn’t have heard her correctly. Because if I did, that meant my sisters, my five-foot nothing, soap making, can’t cook, free spirit pain in the ass sisters put themselves in danger to track down the son of a bitch who shot and damn near killed my woman.

Closing my eyes, I begged, “Please tell me you didn’t?”

“They did,” Nevil growled.

No. I refused to believe it.

Not my sisters.

I already had enough on my plate.

I couldn’t deal with this shit too. It seemed the second I arrived here, all hell broke loose. I didn’t know what I ever did to deserve this kind of punishment, but I would rather deal with the fucking voices in my head than my sisters.

They were enough to drive a man to drink.

“And just so everything is out in the open and on the table, I’m formally claiming Hope,” Angel added.

And that was the last straw.

Walking away, I threw my arms in the air and shouted, “That’s it! I’m done! They are all yours! I quit!”

Just then, the front door opened.

“Uncle Zeke!”

“Ezekiel!”

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