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to tell my kids I’m heading out. Not even thinking about the fact I called her ‘baby’.

I make it to the warehouse in no time after leaving the zoo.

Parking off to the side, I hop out and head inside. I find Runes immediately at the table saw.

“Where is he?” I sneer, wanting to see the man who killed Amanda.

“In the back, figured we’d take care of the problem right here,” Runes growls, nodding to where Dag, Rati, Kraken, and Regnir are putting down plastic. “Might as well since it’s still bare.” He shrugs when I look back at him.

Nodding, I wait for them to finish and release a harsh breath.

Nearly fifteen minutes later, a junkie-looking fucker is dragged into the main room by Logi and thrown in my direction. Vanir steps forward and places his foot on the fucker holding him down.

“This him?” I demand.

“Yeah, VP, this is him. The police report was right in the matters of it being an accident and all; however, what they didn’t put in there is the fact she was targeted. The ‘accident’ was made to look like one, but they wanted her out of the way. Seems we already have enemies here in Tallahassee,” Vanir states, kicking the asshole.

Red fills my vision. “Tell me you have what information you need from him.”

“Dude’s nothing but a payoff. Have at him VP,” Runes says, tossing me a blade.

Grinning maliciously, I head over to the junkie as Vanir steps back and stands next to the rest of my brothers as they form a circle to keep the fucker from going anywhere as I stalk my prey.

The junkie stands and eyes me wildly. “Do you know who the fuck I am?”

“Naw, man, but I swear I didn’t do shit to that woman like they say. I didn’t kill nobody,” he stutters, licking his lips.

“I don’t believe you. But for the record, that woman as you put it, her name was Amanda, and she was my kids’ mom,” I snarl, getting in the asshole’s face and spitting the words out. “For your actions, you’ll die.”

I don’t let the asshole get another word in. My mind goes blank of any other thought but ripping into the man who took Amanda’s life from me. From our kids. From Charm. This man has no idea of the agony he unleashed when he killed her, but he’s about to. He’ll feel it all firsthand.

Thrusting the knife deep into the junkie’s shoulder, I twist it in place, causing him to fall backward onto the floor. Another knife is then handed to me by one of my brothers. I do the same to the junkie’s other shoulder. One by one each of my brothers hands me a knife, and I sink it into a part of the man whose screams I savor. When the last knife is handed to me, I end the asshole’s life by slamming the steel into the middle of the man’s neck and twisting it before pulling my own knife out and sinking it into his gaping mouth.

Standing, I throw my head back and yell, finally releasing the pain I’d felt for the loss of Amanda. Only in the surrounding strength of my brothers without witnesses to see can I allow myself to let it go and finally find peace for the woman who I’ve always cared for.

Chapter Thirteen

Charm

We left the zoo about an hour ago, but the kids didn’t want to go back home. The boys complained the entire way when I started to go home, and Astrid begged to go to the park. They just finished installing a new playground, and she wanted to go play on it more than anything. So, of course, the boys complained they wanted to go too, and now we’re all at the park, but the kids failed to tell me there’s a massive adoption event going on today from the local humane society.

Now they’re all staring at a bronze-eyed dog named Beowulf, who the kids have told me they need to take home because their dad is a Viking. The look on the woman’s face when she heard them say that about made me crack up.

“Well, it seems like the kids are taken with him, and he is with them. Would your husband mind if you took him home? Beowulf has been with us for ages, over a year now,” the woman, Miranda, says to me with desperate eyes.

I can’t believe what she just said.

My husband.

She clears her throat and speaks up again, “He’s never done this well with children before. While he was never a risk to them, he never enjoyed them. Not with your kids. He loves them.” I glance over to Beowulf and the kids, watching Oskar and Emil rub his belly while Astrid’s on the ground getting her faced licked ridiculously by this guy.

I suck in a deep breath, knowing I’m about to get myself in deep shit. “What breed is he again?”

“An Akita, and he’s eight years old. He’s neutered, up to date on all his shots, is microchipped, and his adoption fee is waived this month since it’s senior dog awareness month.” Miranda goes on to tell me.

“Please!” the kids speak up in unison, staring directly into my eyes.

Fuck it.

“Where do I fill out an application?” I question Miranda. She hands me a tablet, telling me to fill out all the information, and so I fill it out. I haven’t had a pet in years, so I answer honestly when it comes to my vet references and all, but I’m as honest as I can be with her. Within twenty minutes, I’m holding a leash in my hand with a massive bronze-eyed, chocolate and obsidian colored Akita with white legs. He’s gorgeous, and he’s so well mannered, but the way he is with the kids totally sold me on him.

The kids and I end up going back to their house and I bring Beowulf with us. He’s so well-mannered it’s insane. He

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