To The End (Hannaford Prep, #4)

by J. Bree

I stare at the Jackal across the table as the exclamations and shouting only get louder. He watches me, and there must be some serious issues in the man’s brain because he only looks more obsessed with me. Like I’m impressing him by selling him out. I need a little less psycho in my life.

We’re firmly a stab-first family going forward. Apparently you have the perfect farm animal disposal system.”

“Ugh. Fine. I love you, Blaise Morrison.” He gives me a look, and I sigh at him. “Fine. I fell for the idea of you when I was listening to your lyrics while I was going through hell. Then I met you and found out the real you was even fucking better. I don’t say it easily but… I do love you.” He grins at me. “I know you do, Star, you prove it every fucking day you protect us all. It’s just nice to hear it sometimes too.”

“Well, when she’s bitching me out for shit, it’s nice to remember how tight your pussy was around my dick when I fucked you on her bed.”

Illi grunts and grinds his teeth as he settles back in the bed to get comfortable. “I look forward to being the joint best man at your weird-ass wedding.”

“Because when you strip slowly, I get to think about all of my favorite parts of you. All of the parts I want so desperately to see and you make me wait. Then I get pissed off at waiting and tear the whole thing off of you and fuck you on the edge of the pool while Harley does laps.”

A car engine roars to life, and Ash snarls at me, “You aren’t fucking expendable. You’re nonnegotiable. You’re everything I’ve ever fucking wanted and needed, and you’re trying to get yourself killed.” I swipe my cheeks and clear my throat. “I love you, Ash. I love you, and I won’t ever let this man touch you again. That’s the line I’m drawing. I can do this.” He groans then snaps, “I’m not saying it over the phone. You’ll stay alive so I can say it to your face.”

He looks down at my hand and I think about taking it back, but then looks back up at me and says, “One look at you and I knew I’d kill for you too. You’re different to Poe, more guarded and cynical, but if anything, that proves you’re my blood.”

“I’ll head out to keep an eye on you and Poe tonight. Call me, Wolf. I’ll come whenever you need. I mean it, you will call me from here out.” I nod and feel freaking emotional as hell at him leaving. He watches me closely and then holds out his arms. Holy shit, he wants a hug? “Poe taught me sisters need hugs,” he grumbles, and I step into his arms.