Chapter SIXTEEN-MAX

It wasn’t even seven yet, and I had just broken up the third fight between Kian and Dante before ending the morning Crew meeting.

My phone started buzzing, and I took off my hat and wiped my forehead before answering it. This do sixty percent of the work shit my grandmother assigned to me was the fucking pits.

I’d had to get up at four to take care of some goddamned goat problem for Jed, and now this shit.

I looked down and saw it was from Penelope, and my heart started galloping inside my chest.

“That your lady?” Zeke asked, his purple eyes narrowing in on me.

I nodded and took a few steps away, but now all four men were looking at me expectantly.

Dante had a wad of tissue stuffed up his nose, and Kian was sporting a black eye. But no one bothered to leave and give me any privacy.

Fucking hell.

“Hello?” I said, expecting sweetness and sunshine to greet me.

Instead, I was treated to an ass chewing by a little spitfire I’d only met once.