“Yes!”Milly cheers.
Paisley stands, her gaze falling on Malia.“I know this won’t be easy, but forget about work and what is happening.Just come and enjoy the night.”
“Hell yes.I need the hot tub.Painting has killed my back,” Malia states, linking her arm through mine.
I would love to be able to brush aside what I know like she can, but there’s a very good chance we are tangled in a web of crime we won’t be able to get ourselves out of.
For them, however, I will pretend.
Because whilst what Jaxon said was scary, nothing comes close to what these women have gone through, and I only know a little of their story.I know there’s a lot they aren’t telling me.
Only time will tell how bad it is.
CHAPTER THREE
Reid
Islam a pallet ofboxes down on the workbench before wiping the sweat from my forehead with the bottom of my T-shirt.
I glare at my older brother Wyatt as he sits behind his desk and scrutinises me.I get it—I’m the fuck up, the one who constantly disappoints them.That said, there was a time these fuckers messed up the exact same way.Now they’re in a relationship, they want to kill the joy for everyone else.
I’m pissed at them.
I’m pissed at the other two in this triplet trio who are meant to have my back but instead fucked off.
What I won’t do is admit I’m pissed at myself.
“Could you do your punishment with less hostility please?”Wyatt calls out, his sickly-sweet voice grating on my nerves.
Evie glances up from her laptop, biting her lower lip.“I’m going to head out, if that’s okay with you?Rebecca is waiting for me.”
There’s an excuse if I ever heard one.A group of women in bikinis, and I’m missing out on all the fucking fun.
“I’ll see you in a bit, love,” Wyatt promises.
I inwardly gag.Love-sick fools the lot of them.
