His little sister was kind of clueless-there was no way she'd ever make the first move and call him.

He thought it over. That left only two other people, but both of them were trouble, not the type to reach out unless they absolutely had to.

He sighed, slumped back onto the couch, and waved his brother off. "Seriously, big bro, don't worry about me. Go do your thing. I'm perfectly fine on my own."

He barely finished the sentence when his phone buzzed.

Charles shot up so fast he was a blur.

There was this super secret number only his big brother and Mitch knew about. Usually, when that phone rang, it meant he was getting sent out on a mission.

But there hadn't been any jobs lately. If anyone was calling now, it had to be his little sister.

He grinned, excitement lighting up his face, and gave the old shepherd dog next to him a pat on the head before answering.

"Hey, sis!"

Clara felt a wave of warmth at his voice. "Hey, are you busy?"

"Nope, not at all! When I'm not working, I'm just waiting for you to call. Why don't you ever text me first? Is that husband of yours not treating you right? I told you, you should've picked Big Bro or Mitch instead. At least then, nobody would dare mess with you."

She knew how much his big brother

the best brother in

beamed, unconsciously tugging out a handful of fur from

just wagged its

room, a man watched Charles's happy expression,

and walked back to his

was in Country Z, you're sure that

kid was already acting

even been used as a test subject-the same experimental drugs they'd used on the two family dogs had

these years, his biggest fear was that someone would take advantage of Charles's mental scars and steer him down

solid. Loyal to

had never been willing to lend his

he was ready to give them to a woman he'd just met.

the capital Used to chase after some guy, then somehow caught Dylan's eye pretty lucky, honestly. Maybe that's why she got dragged into someone's scheme

prettier. But he'd never dare say that. Clara was the family's darling, their star. Comparing anyone to her would

his forehead. "But I don't think it's

calling him-well, the

rubbed his

an underground fighting ring-no parents, just a kid covered in scars. If he hadn't poured the Chester family's resources into the boy, his face

weren't allowed to be kids.

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