Page 97 of Sire

I gaze at him, all glistening ink and muscles. “Yummy.”

“Speaking of...” Axel constantly interrogates, “What’s for lunch?”

I peek past Sire and answer him, “Cheesy sausage balls and buttery biscuits.”

Nash elbows past Axel, aiming for my oven. “That’ll be myYesto your lunch invitation.”

Sire turns to them, frustrated with the cock-block. “I didn’t invite you to stay for lunch, fuckers.”

“But I did.” I put a biscuit on a napkin and hand it to Nash. He winks, shoving the entire thing in his mouth.

Manners? Who needs them when you look that hot?

All three of them do, though I scrunch my nose. “Ew. Shower before we eat.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Axel pops a Snickerdoodle in his mouth. “Sire, go first.”

“Fuck you.” He grabs two frosted Christmas trees, chomping with his mouth open. “I’m not leaving you alone with my hot wife and her warm cookies.”

Axel bounces his brows at Sire, who smirks, but Nash rolls his eyes.

“Speaking of not leaving me alone…” With my wooden spoon, I point to the large windows in our living room, overlooking the bustling street below. “Wanna tell me who’s that crazy man on the hog outside? The one you told to stalk me while you three went on your Saturday run?”

This is my struggle.

It’s what I’m not happy about.

Nash glances at the floor. Axel looks at the ceiling. They’re guilty as fuck, but my happy husband of four months?

He looks me in the eye. “Wilder or Remi. I haven’t checked who’s on watch today.”

My voice shoots up three octaves. “You told a crazy motorcycle gang towatchme when you’re not here?”

Sire grins. “They’re not crazy.”

“Bullshit.” Axel coughs on cookie crumbs.

“Not crazy?” I storm toward the window, pulling back the white sheer, giving Mr. Motorcycle my middle finger. “Look at him!”

The hulking guy with shaggy blond hair and gold aviators leans against his massive Harley. Smiling up at me, he twiddles his fingers under his chin like he’s lost his goddamn mind.

The other guy I noticed “watching me” earlier is equally as big as him, but he has darker hair. He doesn’t smile when I wave, aka, flip him off. He chews a toothpick and scowls.

“They’re crazy.” I turn away from the window. “And I know MCs when I see them.”

“They’re not in an MC. They’recousins.” Sire gives me a guarded look, one he doesn’t let his brothers see.

That’s right!He told me months ago about the crazy contract killer cousins who’ll help him kill his father this spring.

But what is he up to now?

I’m used to the kings, his brothers, guarding me when he’s not around. Not someone else. It makes my pulse race. “How do you know we can trust them?”

“Youcan’t.” Axel fumes like me, then snarls at Sire, “I don’t know why you hired them to watch one of our queens when we have other men to do it.”

Coldly, Sire arches a brow. “None are as bloodthirsty as them.”

“But why do I need watching?”Something’s going on. “After you went all Sleepy Hollow and the Headless Horseman on Waylon, I’m safe. I’m fine. Besides…” I point to the Glock on the coffee table. “I can make heads roll, too.”