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The man was so damn stubborn, and once he got it in his head that he was right, there was no changing his mind.

“I know this.” He threw up his hands, fuming. “But this is one thing we can at least give her.”

“Then how will we pay for it, Costas?” I asked him bluntly. “She didn’t want your blood money to pay for her expenses. As you know. And I have,” I pulled out my phone and scanned my banking app. “Exactly nine hundred dollars left in my savings.”

Costas’s teeth clenched.

He knew, just as well as I did, how our grandmother felt about everything he did. She was not impressed with how he lived his life. She loved her grandboy like no one else could, faults and all. But she still let him know, up until she couldn’t speak anymore, that he needed to turn his life around.

To do that, he’d have to leave the gang. Which he wasn’t ready to do yet.

“Honey,” Costas started, but I couldn’t take it anymore.

I was just so, officially, done.

“No,” I said before he could continue. “I’m not doing this with you. I’ve done a lot of sacrificing over my life, but I’m done. We’re going to do the cremation thing. I have enough to do that.”

Costas’s jaw clenched.

“Well, how the fuck’re we gonna get her there?” he snapped.

I didn’t know.

Someone might get suspicious about seeing a body bag in my car and start asking questions.

“Let me call the place and ask,” I snapped as I stormed outside.

And, of course, that was when I nearly ran into some of his sheep. One that looked incredibly familiar.

Not even the hair dye and the contacts could hide a Carter face from me.

I knew the Carters better than they knew themselves—at least two of them, anyway.

I knew that jaw. That hair line. The stance.

All Carter.

Gable caught sight of me from where he was standing in the back of the group and flared his eyes at me.

I quickly looked away, knowing exactly why he was there.

I knew he was undercover. I just never expected him to be undercover when dealing with my dumbass brother who needed a reality check.

Maybe this was his wake up call…

I pushed past them all, phone already to my ear, and swallowed hard when the man on the other line answered. “Yeah, my grandmother just passed away. I was hoping to talk to you about some options.”

When I looked back, not a single man was left outside, because they’d literally gone into my should-be sanctuary.

I gritted my teeth, angry all over again.

I hated them in my house!

Fuck my life.

If I had any money to my name right now, I’d be so gone.

Want to know what Texas is like in the summer? Take a shower, don’t dry off, then put on your clothes.

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