Taming My Five Alpha Baby Daddies
River said in a low, controlled voice, his gaze locked on the rogues through the tinted windows, “do we still have the machete in the trunk?”
That made me raise my brows. A what?
Hudson, sitting stiffly in the front seat, smirked. “Machete? Sure. But I was hoping for the grenade launcher.”
I choked. “What kind of limo is this?”
Hudson twisted around to look at me, his grin only growing. “The kind that plans for surprises, sweetheart. And trust me, this? Barely qualifies as one.”
Okay, does River has a lot of enemies that they were prepared for things like this?
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