Page 188 of Sincerely, Butterfly

I didn’t even think about how all of this would look on them, how the Brotherhood would react to it.

When I told my dad how the night went—minus the sex part—and how I haven’t heard from the guys since, he told me that they’re most likely having to deal with the fallout.

Because not only do they know who’s been causing chaos in New Orleans, but now people think there are two killers on the loose.

Like I said, I fucked up. Big time.

And I want to help them fix it, but how do I do that without making it worse?

If they’re not going to talk to me, how am I going to know what's going on inside their minds?

Do they hate me now? Are they going to turn me into the Brotherhood? Try to kill me for the trouble I’ve caused them.

My father wouldn’t let them do that. He would come out of retirement, get my grandfather involved, and have the whole Russian mafia on their asses if they tried to hurt me.

I don’t want any of that to happen.

I just want my men.

I’ve done so much to prove to them I’m their perfect girl. The one they can unleash their deepest and darkest desires on at night, while still loving and taking care of them during the day.

I don’t want their money, their power, or the life that comes with that. I just want them.

Can’t they see that?

Or are they so broken that they don’t want love in any form?

“I know what you’re going to ask. And no, I haven’t seen them since Mardi Gras.” Is the first thing Callie says to me when I pull up to her house.

Callie slips into the passenger's side of my Jeep.

“Did I fuck this all up?” I ask Callie, trying to keep myself together, but I’m freaking out on the inside.

“No.” Callie shakes her head. “You told me about the things they said to you when you revealed yourself. That you were amazing, perfect, a fucked up little freak.” She grins at the last part.

I bite my lip, smiling as I remember how that night's events unfolded. Every word they said, every touch of their hands, their cocks, their mouths; it’s been on repeat in my mind.

“What if they had time to think about it, and they’ve realized how much trouble I am to them?”

“Babe, breathe. I’m sure they’re just working, dealing with Brotherhood stuff.”

“Can you ask Garrett if he knows anything?” I beg, giving her my best puppy-dog eyes.

She glares at me, so I stick my lip out farther.

“Ugh, fine!” she huffs. “But you owe me.”

“Thank you.” I grin widely as she pulls up his number on her phone.

She puts it on speaker as the phone rings.

“Hello, my Little Poppy Seed,” Garrett purrs through the phone.

Callie rolls her eyes, but I see the slight blush on her cheeks. As much as she likes to act like she despises this man, she doesn’t.

“Whatever, Gary,” she mutters. “Look, I’m calling for answers.”

“And what answers would you like, my love?”