Page 74 of All's Fair in Love & Wrath

Otto: No

Me: Then no

Otto: Can I at least watch what you guys do to him?

Me: No

Otto: So I just get to be the computer bitch

Me: Safer that way

Otto: This blows

Me: That’s life. Now shut up and get me the info by lunch

Rolling my eyes when the shithead sends me a salute emoji, I put my phone back down and wrap my arm around Sienna. She snuggles into me, her chest rising as she wakes from sleep. I don’t hold back from kissing her forehead, brushing the blonde strands from her face, letting her wake up slowly in the safety of my arms. What a fucking privilege.

“Good morning, sweetheart. How’d you sleep?”

“Mmm. Good.”

“I’ll never get used to hearing that. I told you it wouldhappen.”

“Cocky this morning, are we?” she says, her voice all groggy. She’s so fucking cute.

“Just stating the facts.” My phone vibrates again next to me, three rapid-fire texts. It’s not the burner, so I know it’s not Saint, but I need to answer it, especially with everything going on.

Malice: Monroe’s at work and now I have no one to raid Daily Rise with

Malice: Who’s coming with me?

Malice: I’m hungry

Sin: Can’t, dealing with prospects this morning

Malice: Chaos? Buddy? Dear ole pal?

Sin: He’s probably been told to sit like a good pup and waiting for his next command

Chaos: Will you all shut the fuck up

I think for a moment about how reckless it could be to take Sienna out of the compound during the day, but with Malice and me with her, I feel confident nothing is going to happen.

“Hey, baby girl. Are you up for a short ride this morning? Mal is going to that bakery with the cinnamon rolls you love so much, thought we could go with.” Sienna sits up quickly, nearly knocking my teeth out in the process. She bites her bottom lip, eyes tracing all over my face.

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

“Is it safe?”

“You should know by now that if I thought for a split second it wasn’t, I wouldn’t jeopardize you.”

“Then yes!” Sienna’s stomach rumbles not a moment later,and I grab her quickly, tossing her onto her back, her legs falling open as I lay on top of her. Her wrists are secured above her head in my hand, stretching her body out, perky nipples straining against the fabric of my thin white T-shirt she slept in last night.

“Is my baby hungry?” I ask as I run my nose along the soft skin at her jaw to right under her ear. “I know how she feels. I’mstarving,” I whisper, biting the flesh of her lobe before working my way down her body.

“What are you doing, Axel?” I grin up at her as I sink lower, pushing the T-shirt up just to expose her belly button, where I drop open-mouthed kisses against her skin.