Regan’s eyes went wide. “I didn’t know you got mad like that.”

Rein it in, asshole. “Sorry, little mite.”

Frankie put her hand over his. Her eyebrows lifted as she asked Gabe, “Are all of you guys overloaded with the SIG stuff?”

“Hardly.” Bull snorted. “They dumped everything on my plate.”

“Are my ears failing me?” Lillian straightened. “When did Mako’s chosen offspring become work-shy, bed-pressing loiter-sacks?”

Bull’s brothers winced.

“It’s not like that, Lillian.” Gabe shook his head. “He’s—”

“No, don’t start with the ‘he’s this or that’.” Frankie’s expression resembled the sarge’s after they’d majorly screwed up. “Why are you making Bull do everything?”

Caz held up his hands defensively before frowning at Bull. “You’re the one with the business degree, ’mano. I’m swamped with the health clinic funding and paperwork.”

“Same with me.” Gabe shook his head. “I can’t keep up with the police station budgets and paperwork. Being the chief involved more of it than I expected.”

Bull eyed Hawk who never did paperwork if he could avoid it. He was a hands-on guy, could fix just about anything, from broken buildings to broken machines, and did all the maintenance for the Hermitage and their vehicles.

As expected, Hawk shook his head. “You don’t want me doing accounting shit. Trust me. You like that stuff—and you know it.”

“I do, but I don’t want to spend 24/7 doing it,” Bull said.

With a disgusted sound, Frankie turned to the other women. “Maybe I’m blind, but I’m not seeing the teamwork Bull keeps boasting about.”

“What teamwork?” JJ tilted her head. “That sarge of theirs obviously made this a one-man mission.”

Caz’s brows drew together.

“I thought there was a no man left behind rule,” Audrey said. “Or is that only when the soldier is dead?”

Gabe scowled.

Bull blinked at the harshness of the comments delivered in soft female voices. But…when he sized up what he’d been doing from an outside point of view, well, yeah. He’d been screwed. By his brothers.

Dante shook his head. “He taught y’all better.”

“F—” Gabe cut the profanity short after a glance at Regan. “You’re right, Frankie. All of you. I’m sorry, Bull. Mako left the mission to all of us and that includes the properties—and the paperwork. Let’s figure out how to divide up the work.”

Audrey took Gabe’s hand and smiled her approval.

JJ raised her eyes at Caz…who gave a pitiful sigh before nodding in resignation. “Sí.”

A glimmer of hope rose inside Bull.

Frankie turned her gaze to Hawk who scowled, then sighed.

“Sorry, Bull.” Hawk rubbed the scar that pulled his lip slightly upward, then made a harsh sound. “If you keep the damned renters and buyers away from me, I’ll take over the maintenance and upgrades. I can deal with contractors and repair people. And Knox and Chevy, too. They’re okay.”

Damn, he’d never expected the hawk to step forward. “It’ll be a relief to get maintenance off my back,” Bull said. “You can take charge of all the physical upkeep.”