Page 79 of Wicked Mafia Sinner

I file that away too as I turn my face up to his.

"Mr. Wolfe." I step forward and give Soren a quick hug. He smells like sandalwood, fresh rain and oddly like worn leather. His arms close around me with a careful formality that tells me he's tracking every pair of eyes in this room. "It's good to see you again."

His voice rolls low, a baritone that is rough around the edges.

A growl rumbles behind me.

Low. Territorial. Completely ridiculous given that Soren Wolfe is clearly more interested in the dark-haired twin than in the white-haired one. But Rowan doesn’t care about that, I suspect.

I toss a glance over my shoulder. "Don't mind Rowan. He's been pent up at home with me for too long. His social skills are recalibrating."

"Not long enough." Rowan’s voice is flat but his eyes are warm, ice-blue shot through with heat, and the contradiction is the most Rowan thing I've encountered in two weeks of being secluded with the man.

“You better go to him. He looks like he might fight me for you.”

Soren looks down at me and winks.

“I think you’re right.”

Soren releases me with the faintest curve at the corner of his mouth. That’s when my sister's spidey senses start firing off.

"Hmm. There’s something different about you. You look… happy. What have you done differently lately that makes you glow like a thousand watt lightbulb? Besides getting laid.”

I am red instantly.

“Yeah, it’s written all over his face. He’s totally smitten.” She throws Soren a knowing smile and that right there tells me everything I need to know about my sister’s relationship with her new boss.

“I guess I’m not the only one.” I give her a knowing smile and now it’s her turn to blush.

Her eyes rake over me, cataloging every detail from my loose hair, to my dress and boots. "You’ve gained some weight, too. It looks good on you. And you look like you haven’t stressed out over a deadline in a while. Which leads me to why I’m here."

She grabs both my hands and twins our fingers together.

“Wait. Slow down, sis. Let me get a couple of words in.”

A masculine chuckle comes from behind me and I feel Rowan’s warmth encircle mine right before he wraps an arm around my middle.

“I have someone to introduce you to.”

Raine’s gaze turns sharp and moves to Rowan. I can’t see his face but Raine must see something that she likes. Instead of putting the man through a hundred questions like we are in the middle of the Inquisition, she simply nods her head and sticks out her hand.

Rowan takes it.

“Raine Vale. I think it’s you I have to thank for saving my sister.”

“No need to thank me.”

Puzzled, I hold a hand up. “Wait. How did you know? Actually, how did you know to come here?” Both brows pinch together and she looks at me with the same puzzled look. Like I should know.

I wipe the last of the tears with the back of my hand and hope the mascara situation isn't as tragic as it feels.

Raine pulls her phone out. Taps a social media app.

When she flips the screen around the circle of men around us all take a couple of steps closer.

A grainy video starts to play. It’s shot from a distance, probably a neighbor's doorbell camera.

“That’s the front of my house.”