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“But he’s your brother.”
He shook his head against my neck as he squeezed me tighter. It would’ve been painful if I didn’t want it so much. “No, he’s not. He stopped being anything to me the moment you showed me those scars.”
“You don’t mean that.” But I couldn’t stop my heart from soaring. That he’d chosen me over family. That he believed me.
I suspected over the years that their mother, Joyce, knew. But her demeanor told me she would never come between her son and I. Even if her feigned ignorance meant my death.
“Yes, I do. If Mitchell were still alive, I’d kill him for you. I would’ve killed him back then if I’d known.” His voice rumbled through his chest and into my body. Settling like a weight next to my heart.
“Why?”
“Because you are the most important thing in the world to me. Your happiness matters more than my own. More than anything else. If you told me having my beating heart in your palm would make you happy, I’d cut it out of my chest right now. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you. No one I wouldn’t kill. Say the word, Sunflower, and they’re gone.”
For a moment, I couldn’t speak. I tried to absorb his words. Tried to slot them in place with the man I thought I knew and the man I was coming to know.
Vander and Mitchell were as close as two people could be. I’d always assumed he’d approved of his actions. But it was clear now he hadn’t.
I didn’t know how to handle his fierce protection of me, so I lightened the mood with a joke.
I chuckled as I spoke. “Well, there’s this annoying chick in my pole dancing class. She parades around in those tiny outfits and comments that her favorite stores don’t even carry my size.”
“What’s her name?” He brushed the hair from my shoulder, placing a gentle kiss there.
I tilted my head and narrowed my eyes at him. Was he thinking of doing something? “I was kidding.”
“I’m just curious. I rarely hear about your day.”
“Isabelle,” I answered with skepticism.
“Sounds like one of those women with fake boobs, fake make-up, and fake hair.” He laughed, easing my nerves.
“Yes, exactly.”
“She’s got nothing on the genuine beauty my wife has.”
“Thank you, husband.” I smiled against his chest.
His hands stilled just before he fisted my hair and yanked me back until I was looking at him. His gaze burned with an intensity I wanted to drown in. “Say it again.”
“Husband.” I traced a finger down his tense jaw.
He closed his eyes and leaned into my touch. I pushed forward until our lips brushed. “Vander. My gangster husband.”
I licked the seam of his lips until he opened, driving his tongue inside my mouth. Our mouths moved in sync as he consumed me. It felt like his kiss was trying to say something. Trying to express the words, neither of us was ready to speak.
We kissed until I couldn’t breathe. Until all the air left my lungs and all thoughts flew from my head.
All that was left was him.
35
Vander
Asmile played on my mouth as I sipped my drink. The warmth of the whiskey coated my tongue, and although it was expensive and usually my favorite, I didn’t care for it right now. I had a new favorite.
A new favorite taste; Grace’s sweet little cunt. A new favorite sound; the way she said my name in pleasure. A new favorite scent; roses. She had become my addiction.
Even as I leaned back in my chair, searching the crowd in the busy restaurant, my mind wasn’t here. It was at the penthouse with her. Wondering what she was doing. If she was happy. How quickly I could get her undressed when I got home.
