Cunnier.
And I fucking love it.
“Now help me get him back on the sofa.”
Malec
"Ierased all the footage and cleared the room," Roran says as she climbs into the car, shutting the door behind her. She tosses the USB onto the passenger seat, to me.
I catch it with ease.
"Tatiana’s doing amazing. He got so upset in there, I think it won't take long now."
She smiles. Really smiles.
And goddamn, I don’t know why I even wish that smile was for me. But I know better—it's because she's finally going to get what she came here for—her sister.
At least I kept my promise to her. Somehow.
"Here." I stretch my arm behind me, handing her my phone. The screen is already open on my messages with Matteo.
She glances between me and the phone. "Huh?”
"You said you promised Tatiana a better payment if she pulled it off. Type the amount and her contact—he’ll make sure to bring her the cash."
Her brow lifts, playful. "Any amount?"
"Yes." I clear my throat when my eyes flick to that bra again.
Merhell.
"Pedro, don't drive yet. Wait."
I swing the door open and jog to the trunk. I pull out a white shirt from the emergency bag I keep stocked in case... tail accidents happen.
Opening her door, I meet her confused stare. She’s still holding my phone like it’s the only thing keeping her grounded. Like it’s hers now.
This woman’s going to drive me insane. I’m sure of it.
"Lean in." I breathe out the words, not trusting myself to say more.
I tug the shirt over her head and press the collar down until her blue eyes peek out, messy hair sticking to her face.
My pulse is racing, and I inhale deeply. "Hands."
She slips them in, then fixes her hair and face.
A small smile blooms on her face. "You know I'm not a child, right? I can dress myself."
The cunning tone in her voice? Dangerous. She knows what she’s doing.
"And where’s the fun in that?" I arch a brow.
Pedro clears his throat from the driver’s seat. "We need to go. Stop dry-fucking each other and move."
Roran’s face flames red, and I have to fight the grin trying to crawl up my lips. That dangerous little thing is at least easy to rattle.
"You’ll get used to it," I say, tossing her my bag now. "There are tissues in there. Wet one with the water bottle and clean your smeared makeup."
