Page 22 of Oathbreaker

At fucking Vipers’ practice.

Next comes…he’s coming over.

Because I invited West to Sunday Dinner.

Fuck. My. Life.

“Guys,” I say for a third time. “I really need to?—”

“Would he actually tell you if they were fighting though?” Dash mutters, immediately going from annoying and antagonizing to, well, still annoying, but now overprotective too.

“I—”

“Of course not,” Atlas says, tapping at his phone. “I’ll get my team to start an investigation. Find out what’s really going on?—”

Banks rolls his eyes. “West isn’t like that. I told you?—”

“I’ll get his cell and email.” Dash pulls out his phone. “You check in on his movements?—”

Aspen’s eyes are wide. “Boys, you should?—”

Lily scowls at Atlas. “That’s serious overkill?—”

“It couldn’t hurt,” Royal begins.

Jade smacks him. “Don’t encourage them.”

“Hudson,” Lily murmurs. “I think?—”

And that’s the moment the last of my control unravels.

“Just everyone fucking stop!” I shout, my head throbbing, my throat tight, my eyes dangerously close to tears.

Finally, there’s silence.

Complete and total silence.

And that’s followed quickly by even more concern.

Willow squeezes my hand. “Honey, what’s wrong?”

My heart convulses.

God, I love these men and women. I love their concern, their protectiveness, the crazy, annoying banter.

I just…love them and the family we’ve built.

All of which means I have to level with them and I have to do it quick.

Only as I open my mouth to confess to the man currently in residence in my guest room, I see movement out of the corner of my eye.

Fuck.

Fuck!

Colt limps into the kitchen.

Then says, like the idiot he is?—