CHAPTER 15
ROOSTER
He’s still staring at the bed when she drifts off—the assassin. I watch him while my love lays sleeping with the others. Cue strokes her hair, his eyes closed to the ceiling. Mack sleeps on her other side. Ryder is still awake, though, glaring at Blade from the far corner of the bed. I’ve not said as much, but I dislike the assassin even more than Mack.
Killer or no, you don’t kill yer family.
I meet Ryder’s gaze—fire there. Ryder never liked this life, probably less than any of the rest of us, but he’s got a mean streak too—I’ve seen it. And I wouldn’t want to be on the receiving end.
I pull my pants from the bedside and push myself to my feet. It’s always a smart idea to protect yer goods after ye just f****d the love of a man’s life in front of him, especially wh
