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“Not one who knows how to catch thrown knives or kick 300lbs bodyguards into oblivion.”
“I didn’t kick him hard enough clearly,” I mutter in annoyance, remembering that he did manage to try to shoot us earlier on. “Wait. How do you know I kicked his ass?”
“Cameras, Canary,” Ares casually notes. I feel his closeness from how he inhales deeply, his voice coming from my right ear. “Should we ask how you’re able to move like a fucking assassin?”
“Because I trained like one?” I offer like it should be common sense. “Why? Don’t like a strong woman who can throw you down the stairs with a soft kick?”
“Why does that make me horny just thinking about it?” Zander wonders in glee, though he’s in my face a second later. “It also makes me want to carve your flesh out.”
“Can you do that after I sign the contract?” I offer, trying not to get distracted by how their unique aromas blend dangerously well together.
Ares is wearing something leaning more on the musk side, while Zander has an intriguing fruity scent with hints of vanilla and pine. It’s odd, yet comforting.
Together makes me want to be in a nice sandwich between them.
“Why is that?” Zander inquires.
“So there’s some sort of liability when I have to explain to Warren why he can’t kill the two of you for mismanaging Prescott property.”
It has to be funny because Zander’s laughing hysterically.
“AH! I love her! I didn’t think I could meet a woman I genuinely enjoy threatening with bodily harm and isn’t left teary-eyed and frightened for their life!” he admits in glee before releasing me. “Also haven’t met a woman Ares has been willing to lose his life over.”
“Ares losing his life?” I’m not grasping what he’s trying to say, so I look at the man in question.
“Dom always gets first dibs.”
“First dibs…” I must be having a slow morning.Or afternoon?
“Dom gets to test the potential woman worthy of being in the same room as us Ruthless Kings,” Zander reveals. “Seeing as you’re still breathing proves you got past our initial challenges, but it’s acknowledged between us that Dom physically taunts the ‘survivor’ before we get to make a claim.”
“Which you guys didn’t abide by,” I sum up and look to Ares. “So you’re a dead man walking?”
He shrugs, looking unbothered.
“Maybe.” He’s intrigued by something at the bottom of the stairs, near a corner. “Not like Dom would get rid of me, but that depends on whether he’s in a good, merciless mood.”
“Right,” I drag on the word because I’m also distracted by what he’s looking at.Something feels off.“Hey, Zander?”
“Yes, Dolcezza?”
“You have your knife?”
“Yes. Always in my left pocket,” he announces.
“Let me borrow it,” I ask without looking at him.
“Are you going to give it back?”
“Maybe.” My eyes are narrowing on the specific spot, and I know I need to be extremely quick. “I’ll let you carve a heart in my flesh when I’m bad if you give it to me.”
“Speak less,” he gleefully cheers.
I don’t think I needed to offer him anything to get the knife. He places the handle in my open hand the next second, but it’s already gone and darting across the space between us and the rather expensive-looking statue in the corner.
Until someone gasps.
“FUCK!” They curse, triggering three sets of sounds.
