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“Have to admit, family life looks good on you,” I said, meaning it. Dude had been nothing but a beast before he’d met his wife.
Air huffed from his nose. “Blows my mind every day that I got lucky enough to call them that, so you can bet your ass I’ll never squander it.”
He hesitated before his tone shifted. “What about you? How are you guys…handling things?”
Unease rippled through my consciousness. Made me fuckin’ itchy when it was brought up in a setting like this, but Trent would always have my back, dude more like family than anything else.
Betrayal wasn’t in his vocabulary.
“Otto is delivering a package as we speak,” I told him.
There were five in my crew. Years ago, we’d become brothers, even though we didn’t have the same blood running through our veins.
The five of us had made a pact. We lived on that pact, and we’d die on it, too. Each of us with different responsibilities although the mission was the same.
Strange how it could be the one good part of me, and it still made me wholly corrupt.
Trent hesitated before he pushed, “Shit’s dangerous, man.”
“You wouldn’t expect us to do anything else, would you?”
Once we knew? Once we got started? There was no going back.
A sigh pilfered out of him. “Guess I can’t, but you have to know you have more important things to worry about.”
My chest clutched. There was no question what he was referring to.
I warred, pausing the pass, before I leaned back in and started sweeping the needle over his skin again.
“You know I’m careful, brother,” I muttered under my breath.
He started to respond, except we both stilled when the security system dinged when the front door opened.
It was late, but it wasn’t like it was rare for one of my brothers to come sauntering in at this hour.
I leaned back in my stool so I could see out through the opening of my station to the front door of the lobby.
Only it wasn’t one of my crew.
It was a woman.
A woman I’d peg to be in her mid-twenties, nervous as all hell as she glanced around and fiddled with her fingers, clearly feeling ill-at-ease and out of place.
Pin-straight chestnut hair cut in a long bob and parted in the middle. She had this heart-shaped face that made her look so fuckin’ innocent I felt guilty just looking at her.
She was tall and all goddamn leg, wearing a pair of white shorts and a white jean jacket with a red tank underneath, white tennis shoes on her feet.
She kept gnawing at a plump, cherry-kissed bottom lip that even in the distance I was sure was ripe for sucking. A bolt of lust hit me from out of nowhere, my dick kicking at the tantalizing sight.
Fuck me, she was delicious.
A lost little lamb who’d stumbled into a demon’s den.
The last thing she needed was to be hanging around here, so I didn’t take the time to stand when I called, “We’re closed.”
I started to turn back to the task at hand when a sultry, breathy voice hit the air, and in my periphery, I caught her lifting her phone and waving it in front of her. “It says you’re open until ten. And the door was unlocked.”
She said it timidly and with full of question, but with a fierceness that lingered underneath.
