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No.

After a week full of break-ins, thankfully during the day, ambushes at the least expected places, whining, pleading, begging, and attempted bribing, they had enough. And the three dickheads came together and figured that the best course of action was if all three came and ruined my sanctuary. I was bending down to Carter, who I thought was the good brother and had my back in this insane obsession of theirs, and who was currently knocking on my hardwood floor after he flipped my white couch so he could get under it. He was muttering there has to be one. What, I didn't know?

I whispered, “I'm calling Mom if you don't stop,” when suddenly there was a loud banging on my door, shaking it on its hinges.

Great, who had they called for reinforcements?

I didn't get to take one step to my poor door, when Chace ripped it open, turned around to look at me, put his hand to his chest, and gasped, “You bitch!” before the cacophony of shouts.

“I knew it!”

“Dear God, we hit the motherload!”

And mayhem ensued.

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“I'm disowning you. You no longer exist,” Max sniffed when I came into his line of vision.

“Is that the way you greet your savior?” I asked, raising my brow to the giant who was my big brother.

“Savior?” he snorted and looked at me through the bars. “You're the one who put us here.”

“No, the nice police officers who came are the ones who put you here.”

“And who called them?” Chace asked in outrage.

Dear God, save me!

I couldn't understand how three adult males in their thirties could possibly behave like that. It was no wonder neither of them had girlfriends. Despite their various shades of blond hair, astonishing green eyes, and sculpted bodies, they were all still single. Yes, they were my brothers, but even I had to admit they were good-looking.

I chanced a glance at Jason, who was quietly sitting on the bench opposite them, wearing a stunned look on his face. He didn't say a single word to me. Not before the cops came, or after. Not even now, while those three were sending me death glares.

“I'm sorry you ended up in here. That's not what I wanted,” I whispered to him, scared of his reaction and crossing my fingers he wasn't going to fire me.

“What about our apology?” Max demanded.

“What apology?” I asked, still looking at Jason, who remained silent still not looking away from three idiots sitting opposite him.

“We're here because of you, too!” he yelled. “How could you call the cops on your own flesh and blood?”

“Because you were trying to tie me up and kidnap Jason!” I yelled right back, noticing the female police officer sighing as she came to stand by me and look at Jason.

“Bullshit,” Carter said, pulling my attention from the woman and stopping me from spending the night in a cell. “We were just trying to take the man out, show him a good time.” He shrugged. “You know, wine and dine.”

“And what about tying me up?” I asked at the same time Jason finally spoke, his tone incredulous.

“You wanted to take me out on a date?”

“Yes!” all three of them said in unison.

Jason started to turn his head my way but decided not to when Max said, sniffing, “You should consider yourself lucky. After all, we are a catch.”

“I'm sorry, but who are you?” He shook his head in confusion, leaving the subject of a date with three men alone.

All of them gave him charming smiles as Chace said, “We're your future brothers-in-law.”

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