Page 146 of Desperate Secrets
Smile sweet.
Lift your glass.
Toast our happy ending like you’re thrilled for us.
Just know this one little truth.
If you ever come for what we love?
If you even breathe wrong in our direction?
If you think you can slither around the edges of our peace?
There will be nowhere—nowhere—left for you to hide.
Trust me on this.
We will hunt you.
We will find you.
And when we’re finished, the only thing left in your place will be a scorch mark so faint the wind won’t bother remembering your name.
And before you ask—no, that’s not a threat.
It’s a promise.
A polite little courtesy call from a woman trying very hard not to ruin her lipstick before breakfast.
Because if you think the men in this family are vicious?
Oh, sweetheart.
They learned it from us.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, my guys are waking up, and I have much better things to do than educate people with delusions of grandeur.
Much. Better. Things.
My suggestion before you tangle with us is to go find your better thing and leave well enough alone.
Got it? Good.
The End.
