Page 100 of The FBI Agents Who Stole Me

No one in the car breathes for a few seconds.

“Aw, you included me in your deal?” His voice is faint. “Best brother husband ever. I’m less mad about the drugs, but I’m still going to kick your ass after you patch me up.”

“Fuck off, Elliot. I just saved your ass.”

“I said you were the best brother husband, didn’t I?”

The guys snicker in the front seat.

My jaw drops. The audacity of these men. Damn, I really do love them.

Julian keeps going. “It was the only way I could keep you both out of jail. And there was no guarantee I would have been chosen to wed one of the open houses.”

My hand flies to my chest. “Are you saying you offered to marry someone else?”

I’m so damn angry, and surprised, and touched. Both of them would have given up everything for me. For Emily.

My chest burns. Then warm tears fall, and they don’t stop.

Elliot squeezes my thigh before Julian pulls me in his lap. I sink my face into his neck.

“I love you, babydoll. You know I do.” Julian’s eyes are dark, devastated, but steady. His arm closes around me.

I sniffle. “I love you too,” I say with a hiccup.

Bash lets out a low whistle from the driver’s seat.

“I’m telling Mags Julian made you cry, Lee. He will wish he married someone else when she cuts off his balls.”

“Snitch,” Julian says then flips him off through the rearview mirror.

Cal grunts. “I’m with Bash. Mags is going to find out.” He turns to Julian and drags his thumb slowly across his neck in warning.

Elliot makes a rough sound that might’ve been a laugh or another groan. His head drops back against the seat, but his eyes stay on me and Julian.

“Still pissed at you,” he mutters, but it was aimed at Julian. “Don’t think I’m not. But… she’s here. We’re all here. So maybe don’t drug her again, yeah?”

He huffs. The asshole doesn’t seem that sorry.

“Seriously, Julian. You better not. I’m the one that will actually kill you next time.”

Elliot huffs. “Rude. My threat was working on its own.”

“This family is deeply unhealthy,” Cal whispers to Bash in the front seat.

“Fuck off,” Elliot tells them, no real heat behind it. “I told you, kid. No jail time for you. We’re in the clear.”

I look at Julian. His thumb is still pressed to my knuckles, but his face has gone doctor-still. “Tell me.”

“We’re clear for now.” Julian’s eyes flick to Elliot then back to me. “Val pulled me out of the meeting. Anything tied to you under the Eligere’s Justice house will vanish.”

I nod. I wait for my lungs to loosen. For my shoulders to drop. But nothing happens.

Emily’s justice is out there now. The world is finally seeing what they did to her and to the other kids. So why does the hole in my chest, that has been there since the night the cops showed, feel bigger? It’s hollowing me out.

The truck hits a pothole, and Elliot curses. I lean into him, careful of his shoulder, and press my lips to his temple.

“I’m still mad at both of you,” I whisper.