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He couldn’t have been older than sixteen. He was filthy, no shoes or socks, rags for clothes. He was covered in dirt, and I couldn’t tell much else about him. I looked up and down the sidewalk, and while I should have texted someone something like, “Hey, guess what? I found a dirty guy who might be insane and eat my face, but I decided to take a chance. Pray for me,” I didn’t. I just took a few steps closer.

We started a business to protect and help people. Angel was very passionate about it. Gabe and Mason took part, but business was slow, and that had a lot to do with the fact that we weren’t advertising. I mean, it wasn’t like we could say, “Want someone dead? We’re here for you.” So, Shep, my hunk of a man who loves to cook, opened a bakery, which was also a front for our murder-ish business.

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Kyran crawls over me until I recline beneath him. “I’m gonna need that orgasm now, angel.”

“Mmm… we’ll have to make it quick. And quiet.”

“I can do one of those.” He grins, and I hum a laugh, gripping his ass.

He’s rubbing our hardening cocks together through our pants when he peers right, frowning. “Does the damn cat always have to be on the bed when I’m trying to get slutty?”

I’m kind of surprised that he loves the sketches as much as he apparently does. If you hung them all up on one wall, it would look like the kind of psycho-stalker shrine lunatics make for celebrities whose bushes they jerk off in. Who knows, maybe I am that level of obsessed with Kyran. But he seems to think it’s endearing, so we’ll just go with that.

JJ pursed his lips. “Okay, but he will be the one to take the fall. Someone needs to be arrested in the end. Maybe we can talk death after he’s been ridiculed and destroyed.” He smiled at the kids. “No one will mourn him by the time we’re done, I promise.”

“When did you become so violent?” Mason chuckled.

JJ shrugged. “When they fucked with my family.”

From the corner of my eye, I could see Shep grinning.

“What?”

“You really like the guy.”

“Are we going to talk about guys we like, Shep?” I faced him. “You and JJ are—”

“Oh, I’d fuck him so hard his ancestors would feel it, if he’d let me.”

I raised my brows. “But?”

“But we’re kind of on the run and all.”

Fair enough.

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AUTHOR’S NOTE

The books I write skirt along the line between light and dark, therefore I tend to say my stories are gray-ish. This is slightly darker than my others and does contain sensitive issues. Please heed the warnings. Dark or not, I enjoyed writing this book and love introducing you to the amazing Saint brothers. While this book is set at Christmas time, you will see it can be read all year round.

A few minutes after I busted up their “good to see you” party, Zachary’s stomach had growled. He’d sheepishly mentioned that he hadn’t eaten this morning. Despite that going very much under the category of personal problem, Danny had given me a hopeful look and asked if maybe I could “rustle up something.”

Rustle up something.

Like I was going to grab a loincloth and a spear and head out into the forest.

My sister, Skylar, had done some shit-stirring herself on our last anniversary. “Rick and I talked about it at length, and I’d like to offer my uterus to the two of you,” she’d said grandly. “As a gift.”

“Well, you can stuff it right back in your body where it belongs,” I informed my troublemaking twin. “We like cash.”

The dead had unfinished business, and it was my business to help them set things right. I wasn’t sure why I could see and communicate with them. My spiritual advisor, Dakota Daydream, seemed to think I had a better connection to the earth than most. Or maybe someone up in heaven got bored and decided to put a little something extra in my Build-A-Bear kit. I’d made my peace with it.

Most of the time, anyway.

“You’re walking like you just got turned out."

“So are you,” he growls. “You’re pretty much my sperm bank at this point.”

I grab his arm while he play-fights me off. “You’re one to talk! That sweet ass has been ripping shots of my cum like tequila on Cinco de Mayo.”

I give his ass a smack. “You like that, baby?” I crowd him, and he hums.

“Don’t tell the fans. They’ll start sending us whips and paddles.”

I pinched his ass, and his shoulders shook with laughter. “Can we not…”

“I’m sorry?” he said and covered his mouth as he chuckled. “But I think you’re adorable and you can say what you want, but I happen to like that I make your dick hard.”

“Jesus.”

“Are you two going to play a song or go bone in the bathroom, because I’ve got a party to get to,” Tommy asked and Drew high-fived him.