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I jerk away from him but I can’t go far with them standings so close.
“No,” I lie smoothly.
Augustine wraps my loose hair around his hand and lifts it to his nose. “Nah, she’s not scared, Vi. But she is going to earn everything we are about to put her through.”
Gulp.
“I'm going to leave you three here and—” I get half a step before Darius takes my shoulders in hand and places my back against the outside of Club Genesis.
“And nothing,” he finishes for me.
A wall of heat engulfs me. On the plus side, I’m no longer shivering from the cold. On the downside, I’m not getting away unless a miracle happens.
My hands come up and with no other place to put them but Darius’ chest, I let them fall. Hard. And then I shove with all my force. As I suspected he doesn’t flinch nor move. The brute only growls like he wants more of me struggling.
The killers have their beasts tightly reigned inside or I would already be dead in the snow. I can practically hear the chains rattle. One break of a weak link and I’m their next meal.
I struggle to keep the tremble out of my voice so my teeth don’t chatter as I speak. “Look, what will it take for you to back out of here, let me go my way and you go yours?”
A growl hits low in their throats.
“Bailey D’Angelo, what the hell makes you think we’re going anywhere without you?”
Victor’s light brown eyes draw closer as he leans in and runs his lips up the side of my neck.
“Stop, that,” I utter weakly.
“No,” Victor rumbles with a dark chuckle against my pulse point. I shudder and fuck if I don’t turn my head a fraction to give him better access.
“I won’t talk,” I try again, but every time I breathe in it is their male scent attacking my ability to think straight. All those fantasies I had for these men so long ago roar back to life in full color and with all the heat that had me screaming into my pillows on more than one occasion.
Darius reaches for my chin. “You’re going to talk tonight. I’ll bet money on it.” The man’s voice is made of black vodka and poured over ice—dark and chilled.
I shove at Darius’ hand. Hair falls over his forehead and if he was gorgeous before he’s now hot enough to leave me panting in the middle of a snowstorm now. He brushes the long strands of his hair aside, drawing my eye to the ink up the inside of his forearm. Skulls, snakes and roses all twine up his forearm. But I can’t see past the rolled-up sleeve. Who goes out in the middle of winter with no coats, shirts undone, ties discarded and their sleeves halfway up their arms?
Beastsmy voice answers for me.
Touché
My brain does a rapid assessment of what I know about them.
Trackers, assassins. Armed. Dangerous to everyone unlucky enough to cross their paths. And not runners for Club Genesis as far as I know.
Another fact that stands out is that they haven’t killed me yet. I take a calming breath, but I don’t dare let my guard down.
“I know your names. But how do you know mine and how did you recognize me?”
“We’ve known who you are since the day you were born for the same reason you know ours, I bet.”
That is Augustine. He’s been quiet, watchful.
“We know your date of birth,” Victor says as he towers over me.
“We know your past and your future,” Darius offers like some oracle pulled through time, as he plays with my hair.
I huff out a cloud of vapor. “I thought the three fates were women. Do you know if this is where I die? If so, can we get on with it?”
Darius has a somber look about him and then he slowly smiles. I can’t imagine it is something he does often. Not that it looks forced, but there's a seriousness about him that gives me the impression he doesn’t have much to smile about.
