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“You’re going to pay for shooting at our girl.”
Eyes wide with shock, he let go of my arm like I’d burned him. His voice was rough. “You thought I’d fucking hurt you?”
“You’re going to come for us, Firecracker, and know just how much we own you.”
Rabbit,
Nicknames for Raegan:
1. Little Thief - Beck
2. Firecracker - Rush
3. Rabit - Nico
“You’re a lucky bastard. I'm more worried about my girl than taking my time with you.”
“Rabbit, listen to me. You and me are going to hunt every last one of them and make them regret they were ever fucking born.”
“Do you need to be taken care of, Firecracker?” He practically purred it into my neck.
“Not finding you was never an option. I would burn down the entire city to get you back.”
“Pliers,” Beck supplied cheerfully. “That’s not a weapon,” I argued. “Yes, it is. Everyone has teeth.”
“We’re going to hunt down every single last one
of you that tried to steal her from us.” His voice was edged, and a shiver ran down my spine. “And enjoy cutting you up and making you scream until all of you learn the lesson that you don’t fuck with the Gentlemen, and you definitely don’t fuck with what’s ours.”
“Spit it out, Rabbit.” “Always telling me what to do,” I snapped back, but my voice was devoid of its usual bite. The corner of Nico’s lip twitched in a hint of a smile.
“You had one fucking job, Esposito. It was your fucking job to keep her safe.” “O’Rourke,” Nico said stiffly. “Sophie is alive, we’ll get her back.” “You’d better fucking get her back, boy. She’s your damn wife.”
