“Am I upset that you beat the crap out of Greg? For being a jerk and trying to pull some creepy drug shit? Um no.” I shook my head, almost sneering at the thought of him. “His well-being is the least of my worries, currently.”
Kingston broke into a smile as he suddenly tugged me forward, making me melt into his chest as the others began to talk far more openly. Mostly about how Greg squealed like a ‘little bitch,’ as Yates so politely described it.
I wasn’t lying about what I’d said to King. The possibility—well, now confirmed reality—of their violent streak didn’t scare me. I had known their reputation for some time, and while I’d never seen it in action, it didn’t surprise me fully. I had no idea to what extent all of this stretched, but I knew without a doubt that they would never hurt me or our families.
So honestly… it didn’t faze me, and I knew that was messed up and selfish. I mean, I trusted my boys. If there was a reason they felt the need to act like this, then there probably was. After all, these were the same guys that would cuddle with me during movies, entertain my fun holiday ideas, and take me to brunch super early in the morning just because I was craving pancakes.
Sweet men with a violent streak. My favorite flavor of ice cream, apparently.
Then again, I would take these men any way they came, from dark to psychotic. I just had never faced that reality until tonight. Now, more than ever, I felt guilty about not telling them what was going on with me. I knew they could handle it, clearly. But wasn’t there something to be said about handling it myself? Also, I knew they had more things to worry about—but I couldn’t lie, it was very tempting.
My eyes ran over the twins as I considered blurting out that I’d kissed both of them. Then again, what if that made things awkward? Or the others didn’t care? Why did that bother me so much? Lincoln watched me with heat, but I didn’t see any jealousy or anger at the way I was curled against King’s chest. That was good.
Confusing but good. Right?
Did the kiss mean nothing to him, then? Was that what that meant? That didn’t feel right to me. I frowned slightly, feeling flustered with what had happened with both twins, and then overwhelmed for wanting it with the others. The only thing worse than having my guys not feel the same about me was having to choose between them, and that wasn’t something I was willing to face. I couldn’t ever do that, even if my life depended on it.
My thoughts drifted from confused to exhausted as I closed my eyes and let out a small yawn. I couldn’t tell you how long we stayed in the kitchen as the five of them talked, but eventually everything went dark as I literally fell asleep on my feet, surrounded by my boys that were covered in blood.
I loved everything about Wildberry Lane, including these shadowed corners.