
Right now, I know for a fact all these men are armed.

My entire mind is a computer programmed to think the worst of a situation, all in less than a second. See that knife? Wield it, fling it, learn how to use the least amount of effort to do the most amount of damage. . . . It’s those who don’t have shit who end up needing one. Ever heard of insurances, boy? People who have insurances rarely use them. Doesn’t matter if you’ll use the skill, it’s an insurance.

I learned whatever there was to learn, multiplied by the billionth power. Because of him, I grew smarter, stronger, meaner. He taught me to live among my father’s private little mob-no, not live. He’s my uncle and the closest thing to a dad I had growing up. You know damn well if it involved you, it’d be a nine-man mission, Eric Slater, my father’s brother and right hand, says as he steps inside. None, not a single one of them, as skilled as I. The nine-member squad composes the Underground enforcing committee led by my father-every man here with a different level of skills. Seven of them, plus the two squirming in my hold. I spin them to face the door as I watch the rest of the men shuffle in. In less than a second, I’ve got Derek pinned up against the wall and I’ve got Wyatt in a choke hold. If I were a girl, I guess this would be the part where my feelings get hurt.īoth men walk into the room, checking out the territory with quick flicks of their eyes. He sent two of you? I ask, almost laughing. Next to him is my asshole half brother, Wyatt, and he looks none too pleased to see me. The first to materialize in my door is Derek. I pull out and grab a handful of bedsheets, toss them over to her, and she moans in protest over being without my dick anymore.Ĭover up, sugar, you have three seconds . . .

I’ve got my dick buried inches deep in a mewling woman’s cunt when I first become aware of the click of my front door.
