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“I don’t think so,” I exhale, closing my eyes so the graininess goes away. “I’m going to hate myself tomorrow.”

“Nah, you’ll be okay.”

“No. I’ve wanted you three for too long and now this will be the only chance I get. Of course I’m trashed the one time we’re all alone. So handsome, all of you. I’m a virgin.”

“What? What did you just say?” Bane hisses, entering the room again with Alto. “What?”

“God,” Colt groans.

“Fucking hell. We are screwed,” Alto says.

“Tired,” I yawn, leaning my head against his shoulder. I’ve already forgotten what I said.

He runs his fingers through my hair. “I know, sweetness. You need to eat a little something, take some meds so your head doesn’t feel like it will explode tomorrow, and then drink some water.”

“So much to do,” I whine a little pathetically.

“I know, but it will be worth it.”

The sound of boots pounding against the floor has me opening my eyes. Alto is the first one I see, tall and muscular, his shirt stretched over his chest. He smiles softly at me and hands me a bowl of grapes. He also hands me four ibuprofen and Bane unscrews another Gatorade bottle.

I take the medicine and down half of the drink, then manage to eat a handful of grapes before I truly can’t keep my eyes open.

“Good girl,” Bane growls at me, but I sense a hint of pride.

And I like that.

“We’ll see you in the morning, sweetheart.”

My eyes close and I think I feel their lips on my forehead as they say goodnight.

I must be dreaming because there is no way they would ever do that.

So I decide to get lost in the dream.

And there’s a part of me that never wants to wake up.

6

ALTO

I’m exhausted. I haven’t been able to sleep since we brought her to our house. I’ve tossed and turned all night, afraid for my fucking life because all I’ve thought about is Harlow. I can’t believe we brought the Prez’s daughter here. What were we thinking? We could have easily changed the sheets on her bed and left her at her apartment.

But no, we brought her here, and I think the last time she stepped foot in the house is when we had a housewarming party for some fucking reason. She came with a gift, a fancy blender we have no idea how to use, that sits proudly on our concrete countertop.

I roll out of bed and rub a hand down my face, trying to think of something to tell Prez because I can’t keep this from him. Grizzly is our best friend and lying to him won’t fly. He’ll know. He’s good like that, so I’ll have to twist the truth.

God, I’m a real bastard for lying to my best friend.

My phone buzzes on my nightstand and I snag it from the charging stand.

Speak of the devil.

I tug the strands of my hair. “Fuck,” I curse.

The message is simple. It’s only telling us that church will be at noon and to be there on time or someone will be on clubhouse cleaning duty.

Fuck that.

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