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Braden shook his head. “They’ll think you’re smart.”
“You have all of us here,” Ripp said, holding out his arms. “We protect each other.”
Silence descended the room for a few seconds before Ethan met everyone’s gazes. “No one says a word about this to our parents. Got it?”
We all stared at each other and nodded, confirming a silent oath. Brooks pulled out his phone from his shorts pocket. “I know some people at the prison where Scar’s at. I’ll call them to see what I can dig up.” He walked out and shut the door behind him.
“If it is Scar and his people, how will we handle this?” I asked.
Ethan was the one who answered. “I don’t know, but we’ll figure it out when the time comes. Until then, I think you should probably stay with Braden and me.” His eyes shifted to Reagan. “Both of you. You’ll have Ripp and Brooks next door for extra security.”
Reagan grumbled and peered over at Braden, who had the biggest grin. “Fine. But I’m only staying while Emma’s in town. After that, I’m out.” She gripped my arm and pulled me out of the room and down the hall to the back door.
“What is it with you and Braden?” I questioned, knowing there was some tension between them. I felt it.
We made it to the door, and she pushed it open. “You know how he is. He flirts with anyone who has tits and a vag.”
By the time we got to her car, her cheeks were a bright crimson. I had a feeling there was more to their story that she’d failed to mention. Our new sleeping arrangements were going to be quite interesting.