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“Is everything alright?” I ask.
“Do you have a boyfriend?” he asks instead of answering.
“No.” I have never been so glad to be single. I don’t know exactly what is happening, but I want to find out. Not just because he is a stunning man but because of the pull low in my stomach and the gut feeling that I should. “Why?”
“I needed to know who I had to kill.”
Chapter Four
Breeane
“What?” I ask faintly, convinced I heard him wrong.
In a blink, he is right in front of me, my breasts grazing his chest. His hands are on the counter by my hips; his head is tilted so his eyes can focus on mine. I am transfixed at what I see in them. They are an unusual amber color that seems to lighten the longer he stares, but there’s also a need within them.
He takes a deep breath. “You smell fucking delicious,” he growls.
I gulp. “Can we go back to the killing statement?” As much as I want to run my hands over his chest, neck, and head, I probably should get answers.
“Do I scare you?”
I jerk my head, taken aback by the edge of pain now in his voice. “Well, no, not exactly. If you knew my family, you wouldn’t ask that. I’m way more afraid of them than you.”
“Did they hurt you?” He frowns.
“All the time,” I sigh. “But not physically.”
“I would never hurt you,” he says firmly.
“I believe you.” I don’t know why.
My head snaps to the door as it slams open, and two men freeze as they see us. The brothers. I forgot about them. Now that I am in the same room with them, I will never forget how their presence affects me. Seriously, is everyone hot as fuck here?
“Doesn’t she smell delicious?” Logan asks them without taking his attention off of me.
I tear my eyes off them to look back at Logan. “Really?” I don’t understand.
“She does,” one of the brothers says. I switch my focus to him. He is slimmer than Logan and the other brother, yet not lacking in muscles. He is dressed the same as Logan but has a black t-shirt on. His blonde hair is long on the top and shaved close on the sides. His eyes seem to glow the same amber as Logan’s but brighter—it’s unnatural.
“Las?” Logan questions.
“Yes,” he replies.
Las is almost the same size as Logan but has dark blonde hair reaching his ears. He’s wearing dark jeans, combat boots, and a blue t-shirt. His expression is severe but satisfied.
Logan hasn’t moved an inch. “As much fun as this is, and believe me, I’m not mad about having sexy men talk about how delicious I am. I need some answers,” I say.
“We have to work out our shit,” Lucas exclaims.
“We do,” Logan agrees.
Las smiles slightly.
“Listen, I have enough family that ignores my emotions; I don’t need that here, too,” I snap. “Now, one of you is going to tell me what the fuck is going on.” They each exchange meaningful glances. “No, don’t do that. I don’t care what it is, tell me,” I demand.
“It’s not something we share,” Logan starts.
“But we have to tell her,” Lucas says.
