Page 157 of Into the Woods

I snuggled into it, comforted by the soft fabric and the scent of the guy I loved. It was like being hugged by him, but with fewer muscles.

He was officially never getting this piece of clothing back. I was invoking the girlfriend’s right of eminent domain, adding the hoodie to the list of his things that now belonged to me.

Like his cock.

Just thinking that had me smiling as I wrapped my arms around myself.

As we came back in, Maddie looked up. At some point, Ryan had gotten up, and she’d taken over his seat while he was on the phone, pacing in front of the window that overlooked a desolate side street with a healthy dose of the roof next door.

Ash was still at the computer, this time with Royal and Rook hovering over his shoulders. Bishop was sprawled on the couch. It looked like he was asleep, but I had a feeling if he heard one small move, he’d be up and ready to go.

“Do you want me to get you some clothes?” Maddie offered, swinging her long legs where they were draped over the arm of the chair.

My best friend had a good five inches on me, but her clothes would definitely fit better than the ones I had on.

And yet…

“I’m good,” I said with a smile, tucking my head into the loose neck of the hoodie to take another hit of Court’s smell.

Court smirked at her before kissing the top of my head. “Food,” he ordered, gently pushing me toward a stack of boxes piled on the table in the kitchenette.

I scowled at him. “You need food, too.”

He grinned. “I ate earlier.”

I gulped down air, and my cheeks heated as I remembered the way he’d sunk to his knees in the shower and eaten me out.

My gaze instinctively shot to his dick, wondering if I could get away with the same excuse if I dragged him back into our room.

His brows lifted, and he shot me a look that said his cock wasn’t an approved food group. He was wrong, but I wasn’t going to argue that point in front of our friends and his family.

I pawed through the boxes of pizza and other stuff before snagging a garlic knot. I ripped off a chunk, then popped it into my mouth and chewed the doughy garlic and butter concoction.

Bishop swung his legs off the side of the couch, putting himself in an even more awkward sprawl by giving me a place to sit. He cracked an eye open. “How ya doing, Bex?”

I shrugged and ate another bite as all eyes turned to me. “Thank you for taking care of Cami.”

He gave me a sad smile. “Of course. I wish I could’ve done more.”

“Was she okay? I mean other than her ankle?”

He looked away. “She’s gone through a lot tonight, Bex. She’ll need time and for people to just love her and let her heal.”

Tears gathered in my eyes. “Fucking Eric and Alex. They got Alex, too, right?”

“I handed him off to Striker myself,” Ryan assured me.

Good. I knew Alex had kinda been trying to help me, but he was the reason Cami had been there. He was the reason her ankle had been broken.

Royal pushed away from Ash. “Okay, let’s—”

“Wait.” I held up a hand. “I need to know what’s going on with Linc first.”

Royal looked annoyed, but Court stopped him from complaining by asking, “Do we have confirmation?”

Ash sighed and nodded. “He’s currently being taken to La Santé. They’ll arraign him, and his name will be leaked as one of the people arrested.”

“Linc’s going to prison?” I gasped, my mind blanking at the name of Paris’s maximum security prison. “But he’s one of the good guys. How…” I turned and glared at Rook. “Did Trick betray us? Lieutenant Striker?”

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