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“What about our little secret alliance with her?” Dex said. “What about her role as a mole?”
I chuckled, a devilish sound that I barely recognized. “Her role is as a mole... yeah. That’s a good one, isn’t it?”
“It has made for an interesting semester so far.”
“Keep things as they are with Brook,” I said. “She has no idea what’s really going on and that’s just how I like my women... in the dark and ignorant.” I puffed on my cigar and smiled. “There really is something amusing in all this. There’s something profoundly satisfying in watching her play her silly little games. She thinks she is so smart. Thinks she is so cunning, thinking she’s in charge... that she has the upper hand.”
“If she only knew, right, Deacon?” Oliver said with an excited clap of his hands. “If she only knew that she was working for you all this time.”
“And she won’t find out that she’s working for me now, will she?” I said, shooting them all a menacing glare.
Dex averted my gaze, Oliver quieted down and Garret looked at the floor.
“Damn right,” I hissed. “You boys all know what will happen to your precious family businesses if word of our little... union... gets out.”
“No worries, there, sir,” Dex said, mustering up all his respect and reverence for the situation. “We’re the only ones who know about this. Our little secret won’t leave this room.”
“Good,” I said as I dropped my lit cigar into the remaining cognac in my glass. After a momentary flare up, the cigar hissed and died. “Brook has been a relatively small part of this equation so far... but now... Now the big games will finally begin.”
Dex stood. “I see.”
“Now, we’ll really see who can outsmart who.”
Chapter 1
Brook
The house of Saints was ominously silent since Bishop’s expulsion. I felt it. Everyone walked on eggshells, tentative and unsure. The tension in the house weighed down on me... weighed down on everyone.
Alone in my room, I contemplated going to Deacon to talk to him about it. He hadn’t said much since then.
Go, a little voice in my head said. Go see him. Talk it out. Make peace of some kind because he must certainly be upset with you.
But why? That was the question that kept coming back.
Standing in front of the full-length mirror, I looked at my reflection, trying to see me through his eyes. In tight blue jeans and a curve hugging low cut red t-shirt, I felt sexy while being laid back and easy. Going braless added to the sexy appeal.
