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COLT

I’m in my room, restless and unable to sleep. I can’t stop thinking about today, but I also can’t stop thinking about Harlow. It’s hard to sleep while knowing she’s under the same roof as me. There isn’t a damn thing I can do about it.

Wincing, I turn to my back and stare up at the ceiling, wondering how the hell these men got the best of us. We knew something wasn’t right when we left the gas station, but when we left the shelter we should have been on alert.

We have something to live for now, something special to us to come home to. We can’t gamble our damn lives away. We’re fools to be so reckless with our lives. Harlow would have been devastated if anything happened to us. She was devastated. The look on her face when we walked through the door…I never want to see that again.

Prez’s punishment will be out of this world when he finds out about us, but I don’t care. I’ll take any punishment when it comes to Harlow. Her text message to us changed everything. Her dare was the best thing to ever happen to me, to us, and now it’s our turn to dare.

That’s the one thing Grizzly will say.

“How dare you take advantage of my daughter!”

He’ll yell it too. He’ll be fucking furious, and we have to stand our ground. We have to make sure we stand by Harlow. No matter what happens. Things might get bloody. Not for Harlow, but for us. We are betraying him right now. We’re fucking his little girl behind his back, only he doesn’t realize she’s not so little anymore.

She’s a grown woman and she’s beautiful, smart, and sassy.

The door creaks open and Bane is standing there, his arm wrapped in a sling. He’s got a bottle of Jack in his hand.

“Can’t sleep?”

I shake my head and sit up. “Fuck no. I have too much going on in my head.” I scoot over and make some room for my best friend. “I hope you brought that to share.”

He grunts, tilting the bottle to me as he steps inside, closing the door silently before walking over to the other side of the bed. The mattress dips from his weight, the frame squeaking.

“If you break my bed because of your heavy ass, you’re buying me a new one.”

“We’re all going to be in the same bed soon anyway. Get used to my heavy ass.”

“I’m not fucking cuddling you.”

“You better not fucking cuddle me. I don’t want anything to do with your hairy ass.” He unscrews the cap from the bottle and takes a swig. “We could just take turns. Like rotate. Each of us has a night with her.”

I think about his words, and it makes sense. I’m sure that will happen, but I don’t see any of us going a night without her. We will need her too badly. I know our situation is unique. We are three men who want to share the same woman, but we don’t want to share with each other.

But that might mean bodies get brushed up against sometimes.

Even in our sleep.

“Maybe. I don’t know. I’m sure it will happen, but I think we all like the idea of never going a night without her and I know I’m not about to say, ‘Fuck you, it’s my night. You can wait.’ I’d hate to have to wait.” I take a swig of whiskey, then stare at the bottle. “You know, we shouldn’t be drinking this on painkillers.”

“Eh.” Bane waves away my concern. “It only means they’ll work faster.”

“That’s—no. That’s not what it means. Who told you that?” I take another gulp. “It’s a miracle you’re still alive. Truly.”

“Says the guy still drinking the alcohol.”

I hold in a chuckle and hand him the bottle, passing it back and forth. “Yeah, well, no one said I was perfect.”

A moment of silence passes between us and Bane sighs, his head thudding against the headboard. “I think Grim is behind what happened today. I don’t know how or why. I don’t know his motive, but I think it’s really convenient that all this happened while he was here.”

“I’m not saying you’re wrong, but I am saying trust Prez. Grizzly has never steered us wrong before. He wouldn’t now.”

“I don’t know, man. He’s blinded by this MC. He’s desperate. I think he knows we’re in a bad way, and he’s scrambling to make sure we don’t go under.”

“We won’t,” I reassure by slapping his shoulder. “We’ll be okay.”

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