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My clothes were covered in blood, so instead of the haht into the trash, glad I hadn’t worninto one of the three shower stalls, I turned the water as hot as it could go War The tackiness of it after it dried? Eh, unless it was painting the body of the whio without it Don’t knock it until you try it There was so My cock twitched at the sight of it cascading overI had a wet pussy to fuck right now, both of us covered in the blood of my enemies as she followed my every command
“Stop jacking off I promise you’ll thank me later” Killian’s shout preceded his entrance into the locker roorin on his face when he appeared I was too curious to knohat had hiiddy, so I washed as quickly as possible and stepped out, glaring at full force He laughed, knohat I was getting at but not giving in that easily
“Is that a bruise on your jaw? No wonder you’re so fucking happy,” Ky joked, shaking his head at our masochistic brother
“You have no fucking idea, Ky,” he said, not even flinching at the jab “Now get some clothes on! We have ten minutes to pick her up”
“Who?” we both asked at once, but he just held up his er and walked out of the door
“Have Iinto the next rooht?”
“Yes,” Ky confir atsuit with a white button-up underneath, draping the jacket over my arm
As the default future head of the family, I preferred to keep up appearances Neither of my brothers had wanted to take the role, so it fell to ht have been candid around me here, when it was just us and especially to show off when he got good pussy, but outside of our home, both Killian and Kyrell deferred to me In public, my as law, and they respected that, which was the only way this could work
“Let’s go,” I ordered, turning and walking out, Ky following behind one for a black button-up, the sleeves rolled up to expose his forearold watch His black slacks were the sa it classy tonight Killian was really the one we’d have to worry about He wasn’t afraid to wear jeans and tees, clothing I hadn’t bothered to wear in years The Adrostos needed to give off an air of intiet who truly ran things That wasn’t possible in vintage tees and ripped jeans
“Finally,” Killian groaned as alked out,up as I took in his clothes He earing a suit this tiet hion ue until I finished up, the frustrated tic in his jaw so only a brother would notice
He was fidgeting the entire way down to the garage level, so much so I expected hi control for once
“Where are we picking her up?” Kyrell asked, taking his usual spot in the driver’s side, Kill getting in the back while I took shotgun
“Don, it’s a saiving us nothinghim for information would be useless, so I just looked out of theas Ky navigated through the streets About X minutes later, we entered thein front of the store
“Kill, it’s closed,” Ky pointed out, his tone clipped with irritation that he’d just had his ti on a bright pink piece of paper taped to the inside of the door as Kill started swearing with a veno my seatbelt, the noise unheard beneathforward to read the note
That was the one and only tiet to order me around and pretend you have the power here I bow to no