“Hello Jolie,” a deep masculine voice says. I see his shape standing near the door just as he flicks on the light. “Boston?” I guess. He nods with an impassive look on his face. I don’t fail to notice the other guys in the room in my peripheral vision. I also don’t acknowledge them yet, not until I know if they’re a threat. This also isn’t the first time a foster brother has been standing by my bed when I have woken up. His large steps have him closing the gap between us. I manage to sit up, keeping the covers pulled over me. “Imagine my surprise when I got home and found out someone had been
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