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“Fuck, that is a pretty sight. An exhausted pup and a pleasure-slut boy napping. Perfect.” Uncle Bowie chuckled and fucked into me a few more times before he pulled out of my ass. I didn’t have the energy to roll off Ridge or do anything I should. Uncle Bowie yanked me over onto my back and eased the sheath off me.

My heart did a bizarre thing where I swore it ached because I was covered in lube and my own cum and Ridge was a fucked-out mess, but I’d never actually touched him with my dick. Technically, I hadn’t been in him. I wasn’t sure why, but I regretted missing out on the experience. My chest stung more painfully.

“Rest,” Uncle Bowie said roughly, but he kissed me on the forehead, then leaned over and did the same thing to Ridge before he disappeared through the walk-in closet with the toy—probably into the bathroom to clean it.

Ridge rolled over and laid his head on my shoulder, and while it was strange, what else could I do? I snuggled him close.

“You’re going to be okay,” I whispered in his ear. “I won’t let anything bad happen to you.” I was lying. Why did I want to say such stupid things? Nothing could’ve made me take the words back, not even a gun pointed directly at my skull.

He only held me tighter.

9

BOWIE

The next morning, my boy and pup were very quiet as they ate breakfast. Saint was on his knees in front of a bowl of food near my feet, gaze nervously jumping between me and Ridge. He was having the same breakfast as us—cereal and milk—and I’d been kind enough to give him a spoon.

Ridge was still half asleep, hair a mess, and he swayed slightly with what I assumed was the hangover to end all hangovers. He groaned and palmed his face, dropping his forehead against the stainless steel kitchen island. We had a dining room with a large table, but we rarely used it for anything other than formal get-togethers. The island was our normal eating spot.

“It hurts,” he grumbled.

I hummed, then took a sip of my cappuccino, savoring the melted chocolate drizzled across the top. I’d given the kitchen staff the day off, citing a need for privacy. Usually they would’ve created a massive breakfast of fresh fruits, bacon, eggs, and toast, but today this was good enough. “I believe what you’re experiencing is called karma.”

Ridge shot a glare at me, and satisfaction settled in my chest. I’d always enjoyed dishing out punishment, and there had been times when I’d considered the Dom lifestyle. My work kept me too busy to invest time into clubs, and now it turned out I didn’t need to go searching because I’d found two subs. Well, one. Ridge teetered between Dom and sub, not quite fitting into a role, and that was fine.

Ridge shoved a spoonful of cereal into his mouth and sighed, nose crumpling in distaste. “This is garbage.”

“Maybe you should learn how to make your own breakfast then.” I smirked behind my mug as I took another sip and glanced down at the tablet in front of me. I scrolled through the local news. Even though I’d chosen to take the day off and spend it with Ridge and Saint—something they didn’t know yet—I always had my work brain switched on. I liked to keep up to date. Omri had agreed to call me if anything went awry, and he kept everyone on their toes. It was always amusing for him when he filled in for me. The staff underestimated him due to his larger-than-life fashion sense, which was pure stupidity.

Ridge didn’t acknowledge my comment, shoveling more cereal into his mouth. He grunted but didn’t say anything else.

We ate in silence, and Saint dutifully devoured his food without complaint. At least one of them knew how to obey orders.

When Ridge was done, he shoved the empty bowl away. “Are you going to take Saint to work again today?”

“No, the three of us are going to pay the Harlots a visit.” I finished off the last bit of my cappuccino and set the mug on the island. With a sigh, I closed the news on my tablet and focused fully on him. “We have checks to take to them.”

Saint immediately straightened, shifting uncomfortably on his knees. His dark eyebrows dropped in concern and he reached up to tug at the collar, clearly eager to talk.

I chuckled. “I can see you want to say something, pup. What?”

He chewed on his bottom lip, then sighed. “Uncle Bowie, they’ll kill me if I go anywhere near them. I can’t go with you.”

I waved my hand. “You can and you will. You’re a Godfrey. We don’t back down from situations like this. Your parents already tarnished our name, and I’m not going to let you do the same thing.” I stood and adjusted my navy suit jacket, straightening it and smoothing my hands down the sides. When I was satisfied, I knelt in front of Saint and petted his short dark hair. “It’s okay, pup. Ridge and I will be there with you. We’ll protect you.”

I’d heard Saint whisper something similar to Ridge last night and it had surprised me. They’d competed against each other for so long that I’d never expected a kind word said from either of them to the other. How did this entire situation affect Saint? Had he come to realize that we’d saved him from his parents’ mistakes?

Saint hesitated and dropped his hands to his thighs. “Uncle Bowie, what if they want more?”

I laughed. “I know the Harlots. I’ve done business with them. As long as they get what they were promised, two million for them, two for Ms. Winters, they’ll be happy.” I reached down to run my thumb along his bruised jaw, and he stayed perfectly still, accepting my touch. “This was a warning, nothing more.”

He opened his mouth, then closed it again, nodding. I enjoyed that he trusted me enough not to argue, unlike Ridge, who took every opportunity to start a fight. Nothing I said seemed to get through his head, or if it did, he was too stubborn to listen. As much as I hated to admit it, I’d been the exact same way when I was his age.

“Why do you need me?” Ridge grumbled, crossing his arms.

“Because I want us to spend time together.” The way his eyes widened amused me and I chuckled. “You were quite adamant that you wanted me to be your Daddy, boy, so I will be.” I rose from the floor and buttoned my suit jacket. “Go get dressed.”

He glared at me but slid off the stool, stalking out of the kitchen. I shook my head at his terrible mood and smiled down at Saint.