His plump mate (Rebel and Austin) by Buchanan novel Chapter 627

Kaia POV

He is supposed to be in prison. How the hell did he get out? Why wasn’t I notified?

“What the fuck are you talking about? He’s supposed to be rotting in a fucking jail cell,” Isaiah snarled.

“No shit. I don’t know.”

“Prison break,” Sinclair said. “I need my laptop. I am limited with what I can do on my phone. I don’t know how he broke out, but he paid someone to help him. I just can’t access it yet.”

I looked at Thalia. “Do you have the route?”

“Yeah. I locked onto his GPS. He is taking us to the underground cellar.”

“Underground cellar?” Aiden asked.

“Yeah. Fun torture place to extract information from targets. They don’t know what we are, though. That works to our benefit,” Thalia responded.

Sinclair sighed. “Damn it. Are you two ladies as disappointed as I am?”

We both chuckled. “Yeah. We could either have an actual decent fight or incredible sex. It’s neither now. Ricky is so getting pimp slapped,” I said.

Our mates chuckled and shook their heads. “Leave it to you three to make a bold comment like that in front of us.”

‘Trust me when I say you are going over my knee, when all of this is said and done, trouble.’

‘You are not tasting the rainbow, finding a pot of gold, or riding any unicorns tonight, stickler. I’m still pissed with you,’ I growled in the link, clearly annoyed.

‘That goes both ways, trouble. You completely disregarded our feelings.’

‘Feelings over safety? You would have made the exact same choice and would not have cared what my feelings were, even if I begged you. Don’t play the hypocrite now, Isaiah.’

I closed the mind link, and he scowled at me. Oh, well. Tough shit.

Adrian sighed. “Listen, it’s not that we don’t trust you three. We do. We are protective over you. We know you three are bad asses. We have witnessed it firsthand, but you can’t fault us for wanting to keep you safe. Especially, Sinclair, since she is carrying our pups.”

Sinclair softened, but very little. “We understand, Adrian. It doesn’t change who we are, though. We protect those we love. We love our families and packs. No one gets to hurt what’s ours.”

Thalia also softened a little. “Sinclair is right, guapo. We are mean and ugly when we need to be. We are trained to anticipate every outcome. Trust us to do our jobs.”

Aiden sighed. “This is no longer your job anymore, Mojito. You three left this life behind.”

I spoke up. “You’re right, we did. But we aren’t taking a job, Aiden. We are the targets. Instead of fearing it, we embrace it. We don’t operate the way you three do. We weren’t trained that way. Just trust us. Stay behind us and be ready to fight. You’ll know when, we promise.”

“Instead of having this discussion, we really need to think about our game plan going in,” Sinclair said. “We have T-minus nineteen minutes.”

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