They both move to sit by me, gesturing for me to continue.
“I want to find sick fucks, torture and then kill their asses. Purge, you can use your hacking skills to identify targets, and to lure them in. Ghost, you can use your invisibility knack to help apprehend them. We can use the torture room in the basement. Then, call in a disposal team when we're done.”
Hunter starts to cough, and Razor thwacks him on the back.
Synn starts laughing his ass off.
Purge perks right up. “I am so down with this. I can Rage Out on perverts.”
“And I can create new masterpieces,” Ghost nods along.
“Yay,” I cry. “I want to focus on the worst of the worst—pedophiles, rapists, murderers, domestic abusers. Men and women both.”
“Sounds like a plan,” Purge grins.
I look to my other men, who I can tell really want to say something, but end up agreeing with me. Even though Hunter and Trikk look a little green.
We talk spiritedly for hours, then make our way to bed. I can’t wait to start.
I wake with a big yawn, stretching deliciously.
Looking over at my puppy pile of men still asleep, I notice Trikk and Purge are missing.
The decadent smell of food and coffee tells me where my Loverboy is.
I move to get out of bed, and the others stir. Sam wakes from next to me, reaching out to stroke my face, with love.
“Do you know where Purge went?” I ask him.
He shakes his head, but Frost grumbles, “He’s been up for hours, holed up in his room, I think.”
That makes sense. My hacker must be already searching for our first target.
I decide to grab a quick shower before breakfast. Hustling my ass, I scoot into the bathroom, wanting a second to myself.
Once I’m finished and dressed, I come out to see the bedroom empty. Voices below tell me where everyone is.
I go to the kitchen, smiling at the sight of my husbands joking and talking, with plates in front of them.
“Good morning, Bambi. I made your favorites,” a smiling Trikk hands me a plate, overloaded with stuffed French toast, bacon, and fresh fruit.
I’m so touched that he cooks for me every day. “Trikkie, you don’t have to cook all the time. Maybe you can teach me, so I can help out?” I say as I collect my kiss.
“I love spoiling you, Bambi.” Trikk says, beaming.
“You are the sweetest charmer. Thank you; I love you.”
“I’m happy to teach you, any time.” Trikk hugs me, stepping back to fill his own plate.
We're all sitting at the table, eating and chatting.
Synn gets our attention by raising his voice.
“Have you guys figured out what you’re going to do with your family estates? I have. Mine will be turned into a safe haven for women and children, who’ve been through traumatic experiences.”
I jump up suddenly, going to kiss my thoughtful sinner. “I’m so in love with that idea. My family business can be an asset for that.”
Ghost speaks next. “I'm going to let my mother decide. For now, it remains her home.”
