“I swear to God, V. Keep your panties on at the rodeo. Please.”
Colten chuckles, lighting up a cigarette. “Look, Ace could do with gettin’ some.”
I scowl at him. He is not helping the situation. And Violet needs to fix her… whatever the hell it is she has with Luke before she goes after my husband’s brother or cousin at this rate.
My gaze drifts back to watching Hunter walk away.
I’m starting to realize there isn’t much opportunity to relax here. There is always something Hunter has to deal with. Which is fine, so long as he always comes back to me.
I keep watching Hunter as he walks away, spinning my ring on my finger.
“He will be fine, Lola. Don’t worry about him,” Colten says quietly.
I smile as I look up at him. “It’s nice to see him have someone who actually cares for him. You’re good for him.”
And I take that as a win. Colten seems quieter than Hunter and Ace. But I think he’s starting to warm to me. I want to win him over and show him that I do love his brother.
“Can we go get some food?” Violet asks, completely oblivious to everything else going on around her.
“Yeah. Let’s go. I want a beer,” Colten says and leads us into the crowd.
CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO
HUNTER
As I approach Jett,an uneasy feeling creeps beneath my skin. The kind that never shows up without a reason.
He flicks the end of his cigarette into the dirt and grinds it out beneath the heel of his boot.
“What’s up?” I ask, stopping in front of him.
He tips his chin toward me. “We got Greeks tryin’ to play cowboy and have shoot ups on our land now.”
I drag a hand down my face and let out a slow breath. “Fuckin’ hell. I’m sorry, Jett.”
He’s driven an hour to tell me that, so I think it might be worse than he’s letting on.
He chuckles under his breath and shakes his head. “Nah. You’re all good. I was getting a bit bored anyway. None of us got hurt. But we gotta do something about this, Hunter. We can’t let them keep coming here and trying to pluck us off.”
My fingers scrape along my stubble as I think it through again. “Orders are to take out the ones that come. Hold them off until I get this shit with Ashley’s murder sorted.”
Jett nods once. “Yeah. That’s fine. But how many men they got?”
“Enzo is looking into it. He said they’re small fish. If it gets worse, tell me. We might be able to pull in some of the Vegas guys to help.”
The Volkov brothers run Vegas. Russian mafia. All of them are fucking terrifying men. Their leader, Mikhail, never shows his face. Always masked. Always hidden. Yet somehow nobody ever causes trouble in their territory.
That kind of reputation is earned in blood.
Jett scratches his jaw thoughtfully. “So, the Greeks are trying to take our ranch now? That’s their play? You said no to their deal, and now they think they can shoot their way in?” There’s disbelief in his voice, like even he can’t quite believe the balls on them.
“It seems that way,” I reply. “My guess is they’re in deep shit in LA.”
Jett shrugs. “Then maybe we need to start making new allies over there.”
I nod slowly. That’s already part of the plan. Find the people who hate them and see if we can work together. Or wait until Enzo sends the manpower, and I walk into LA myself and wipe every last one of them off the map.
Either option works for me.