Four or Dead by G O A

Four or Dead

Chapter 43

Devaro... Present...

Somehow Emma and I work out a schedule for her to train with some of my best men in the crew. We even had them come up and meet her and it was amusing to see them immediately soften when they met her. It

was as if she was their queen and they were ready to lay their swords to

her every whim.

Truthfully I don't blame them. She has a way about her that turns even one of the cities infamous crime lords soft. You can not imagine how silly it is to see these rough and rugged men surrounding her and laughing and smiling with her. Seriously how does she do that?)

T hate the way I can't help but smile as I watch them interact. I don't understand all the strange things going through my head. I mean she is beautiful and so young but she has this way of seeming old and wise. Like her past has built her into this old soul that speaks to each person that is in her presence.

It hurts how easy I have seemed to fall under the same spell, even though in our first meeting I pretty much threatened her. I admit she has plagued my thoughts a few times since then, to the displeasure of my son. The thing some don't know is that his mom and I had him when we were barely 16. So even though he is an adult now I haven't even turned thirty-five yet.

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though in my dark period I slept with a good amount of women, I hadn't felt that spark. They were there to fill an itch but I just couldn't connect with them. So why is this girl driving me crazy? She shouldn't be anywhere near my thoughts but like I said she has a way of drawing people to her.

"So Miss Emma which one of us devils would you like to train with you first?" Anthony, one of our sharpshooters asks her.

She smiles and glances at each of the four guys I recruited for her training.

"Well, I am weirdly excited to learn how to shoot so what do you say, Tony?" No one calls that cold bastard Tony and yet he lights up when she says it.

As I said, it's crazy weird.

I watched for a good hour as my men swooned over this tiny girl before the door to my office bursts open. In comes the four hot heads who claim said girl as theirs. (7

and heads right toward me but the others stop long enough to see the four scariest men in our crew surrounding

arms around Logan first and he holds her to him tightly while eyeing my men. The four of them stand and face the younger in a silent

oblivious to the growing tension in the room, bless

wasn't until we called her about a hundred times that Sam finally picked up!" Asher yells at me drawing my attention

of a jerk to my son but he is too hard-headed and

many times his life has been threatened just for being my son. I also keep this rift between

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Leo asks

have stricken up a deal! A very interesting deal actually where she was able to tell me who had been

Ramano and somehow this girl can give me a look that shuts me up

calm down okay Ash. Let's talk, yeah?" After a few words, Asher looks down at her

slow and he nods before turning and glaring one last time at me. When he calms down enough he sits nearby and pulls Emma into his lap and wraps his

what's going on? What was the terrible four doing here?" Logan asks using the amusing nickname for the four top

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proposal. Emma dear care to tell your boys what we agreed to?" I shoot her a cocky smirk and she simply rolls her eyes and shakes her head

moment doesn't seem to go unnoticed by the boys and they look between us in confusion. I try to remove the amused

is just too entertaining and we seem to click in a strange

to look at the boys and I look

pretty sure the man who has been going after the Angels is Zane Dalton, my fiancé." She says simply and waits for the

then what do you need with Emma?" He asks looking at

look and somehow we

says to let her

about his plans and the inner workings of his crew,' Emma says

though I had agreed to this and had heard her plan, I'm hit with a sinking feeling of worry in my stomach. I realize I don't feel right sending her in, but I already made the deal and I can tell she has no intention

eyes meet hers. The look in

is only eighteen' I keep reminding myself but it's getting harder to remember

walks toward my desk and leans against it with her arms crossed, and waits. I swallow back the strange pride I feel that