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Ace flashes me a grin. “Wouldn’t drink whiskey without it.” He pours each of us a generous measure over ice, and I lean back against Romeo’s chest and rub a hand over my stomach.
“I know you said earlier was only round one, but I feel a little full right now. Could we maybe do round two in the morning?”
Ace sips his drink. “So you’re staying over?”
I tip back the entire contents of my glass and swallow it down in one gulp, enjoying the smoky liquid burning my esophagus. “Can’t drive now. I might get a DUI.”
He chuckles. “I guess you’re sleeping over then.”
Romeo plants a kiss on the top of my head, and I resist the urge to squirm out of his arms. This would be so much easier if they acted like the heartless douchebags they must be if they work for the Morettis. “We probably need to change those sheets first. You soaked them with cum.”
I scoff. “I’m not changing any sheets. That mess was created by you two.”
Ace flashes me a wink. “We would never ask a guest to change our sheets, Trouble.”
I roll back my shoulders, steeling myself against their devilish charm. “I’ll fix us all a nightcap then and follow you guys through in a few minutes.”
Ace knocks back his drink, but Romeo places his full glass on the counter, and I remember that he doesn’t drink a lot of liquor. I’ll have to think of something different for him.
A few moments later, I walk into the bedroom to find Romeo wrestling a pillow into a pillowcase while Ace effortlessly fixes the duvet cover in place. Leaning against the doorframe, I watch them, mildly impressed at their obvious comfort with domestic chores. After tossing the last pillow onto the bed, Romeo blows out a breath. “Fucking hate changing sheets,” he grumbles.
“Well, here’s your reward.” I hand him the glass of Budweiser I poured in the kitchen.
He frowns at my outstretched hand. “Where’s my Jack Daniels?”
“I thought you preferred beer?”
The frown on his handsome face deepens.
“You were drinking it at the bar earlier.” I shrug. “You left your whiskey, so I figured you’d prefer beer.”
Ace comes to stand beside us. “And she even put it in a glass for you.”
I laugh and hope they don’t notice how fake it sounds. “So you can pretend to be all civilized while you drink your piss water.”
Romeo takes the glass from me and gulps down a mouthful, then smacks his lips together in satisfaction. “Best piss water I ever tasted.”
“I’ll take Jack over piss water any day of the week.” Ace reaches for his drink, and I hand him a glass.
“Cheers.” I toast them both, then down my own drink while watching them do the same. Once they’re done, I fake a yawn. “That bed looks so inviting.”
“So does your ass.” Romeo gives it a slap, and I let out a fake squeal of protest. “So get the fuck in it.”
Stripped down to our underwear, we get under the covers, and I wonder if they usually share a bed or if this is just for my benefit. Before my mental fantasy of the two of them writhing naked in this bed can finish playing out, Ace and Romeo are practically comatose either side of me.
The sedatives I put in their drinks in the kitchen earlier did their job perfectly, but just to be sure, I nudge them both in the ribs a few times. When neither of them move, I slip out of bed and silently pull on my clothes.
Taking Romeo’s phone from the nightstand, I hold it in front of his face to unlock the home screen. I glance at the two sleeping men, and an unexpected pang of guilt stabs me in the stomach but I brush it away. It’s not like they’re going to get hurt. And even if they do… Nobody forced them to work for the Morettis. One night of hot animal sex where they acted like decent human beings isn’t enough to make me forget they work for sex traffickers. A shudder ripples down my spine at the thought of all the innocent women and children who were hurt far more than men like these can even comprehend. For all I know, Ace and Romeo are an integral part of the whole operation.
With renewed determination, I take the burner phone from my purse and use the app I bought for this very purpose—to clone Romeo’s phone. From now on, I’ll hear every call he makes and see every text, email, and DM he receives and sends.
Game on, motherfuckers.
Chapter
Eight
ACE
