Page 78 of Wicked Mafia Sinner

And then there’s the location.

Being from a modest income family and most recently broke, I can’t help but notice all the glamorous marble and shiny gold accents.

In front of me, the open floor throws back the men’s reflections in shades of charcoal and black. Crystals from the overhead chandeliers catch the late afternoon light from the windows and scatter it across the ceiling in sharp, colorful patterns.

Toward the middle of the spacious opening is an area made for making a person feel welcome. My guess is not many people make it this far up in the Redthorne building so if you do, it’s because you’re trusted.

Against the far wall there are a few offices with their doors closed with a few of them being boardrooms. I can only guess this is where the bad guys come to do private deals between the Red Letter men and other bad guys.

Every inch of this place is luxury top to bottom, including the people.

Rowan's hand presses against the small of my back. His palm radiates warmth through my dress and I take strength from that soft contact. It’s not easy meeting new people when I rather bury myself in books and charcoal pencils. I mentally latch onto the fact that I don’t need to fear the men whose eyes have all moved to me. They mean me no harm. I can think about their job descriptions later. Right now my eyes are locked on the woman standing in the center of the room.

Familiar violet eyes meet mine the second I step out of the elevator.

“Cora!”

My smile deepens and that twin connection people always tease us about grows stronger.

She’s cut her sleek black hair short again. Shoulder length this time. It frames the same heart-shaped face structure I have and makes her apple cheeks stand out. A lot of people would say she resembles Snow White but if you do it to her face she’d punch you.

I’ve seen it happen. She’s opted for a skirt suit today that makes her look every bit the billionaire’s executive assistant that she is.

Speaking of her boss, Soren Wolfe is at her side looking worth every bit of his billionaire dollar net worth. He’s got the same expensive tailored suit as the Red Letter men, same aura of importance and danger. And he’s madly in love with my sister. She doesn’t see it or is pretending to not see it according to our last conversation, but I digress. I make a mental note to ask her about it later. Maybe she was on a sex-a-thon vacation with the man and that is why she couldn’t answer my calls.

Soren’s amber eyes track my every move as I quickly leave behind Rowan to race toward my sister.

My heart hammers in my chest. “Raine.”

"Cora. oh, baby girl! I've been trying to get a hold of you forever!" Her voice breaks with emotion as she speaks.

I pull back and lock eyes with her. “Same. You need to learn how to answer a phone call.”

“Come here.”

I'm wrapped around my twin sister with my face buried in her neck. Her arms crush my ribs and the smell of her soft perfume fills my lungs. Nostalgia threatens to take over but I squash all the bubbly emotions trying to force me into crying. There’s no time for that.

“I missed you,” I whisper to her and she squeezes a little harder.

“Same, baby girl.”

“Will you ever stop calling me that?”

She pulls back, but doesn’t release. “Not as long as I remain the older twin.”

And then I'm right back to being squeezed within an inch of my life.

"You asshole," she whispers into my hair. "You absolute asshole. I called you forty-seven times."

"Same. You didn’t pick up on a single one of them."

I break away enough to see mascara smudged beneath her left eye. She must spot the same for me because we both reach out at the same time to clean the black marks from each other’s eyes.

"You look terrible."

“Ditto, babe.”

Soren moves in beside Raine and settles a hand on her shoulder. “Let the girl breathe for a moment.” There's a slight humor in his voice. And if I’m not mistaken, love.