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CHAPTERTWENTY-THREE
One Year Later
Slipping on my clothes from the night before, I blindly tiptoe my way towards the bedroom door. Sleeping here was a mistake, but thinking clearly was the last thing on my mind last night.
“Baby.” A gravelly voice grumbles as the overhead lights click on. “Just where the fuck d… do you think you’re going?”
Shit.I think, turning around slowly.There is no way in hell I’m escaping now.
“Morning Tris.” I offer with a smile, pretending like he didn’t just catch me red-handed.
“Answer the question.” He says, staring at me through narrowed eyes.
“Keep your voice down.” I whisper, looking pointedly at Cyrus, still sleeping on the opposite side of the bed. “You know I have to go in early today. Alex is going to kill me if I’m late again.”
“Bullshit.” Cyrus mumbled, throwing an arm over his face. “You fucked your way to the top, princess. Not even Stevie Jr. can boss you around now.”
“Fuck off.” I laugh, chucking a throw pillow at his head. “She still hates that you call her that.”
“Tough shit.” He replies, as a lazy grin spreads across his face. “We hate that you insist on working at the club when you don’t need the money.”
I knew better than to let Cyrus and Tristan sleep with me last night, but after a long day, the offer was too enticing to pass up. Out of the four of them, the twins hate mornings the most. If they had it their way, I’d be securely locked up in the house with them until the sun went down. It's probably why they give me the most shit for taking my position at the club so seriously.
I’ve been running things at Hell’s Tavern for a little over a year now and since I took over and rebranded, the club has gained a 200% increase in revenue. Not to mention the surplus of new paying customers coming through our doors most nights. It feels good to watch the club’s transformation from this seedy place no one knew anything about to one of the most exclusive clubs in Caspian Hills.
“If the owners would think with their heads instead of their cocks,” I tease, stripping the sheets away and exposing their bodies to the chilly air, “they’d agree that their manager needs to show up to her interviews on time.”
More business means more staff and lately it feels like we’re hiring a new person every other week. Our interview process is a lengthy one, but it’s part of the agreement the guys and I made when they agreed to let me take over.
I stifle a laugh as their long limbs clumsily clammer for the sheets I yanked off.
“You’re going to regret that.” Cyrus smirks as his emerald eyes glaze over with lust.
“Oh, am I?” I tease, knowing full well what kind of punishment they like to serve out.
“Get your ass over here.” Tristan orders, his eyelids growing heavy. “Now.”
The commanding tone Tristan uses sends a delicious thrill up my spine, and my resistance all but vanishes. Even after a year of living with The Reapers, they can still evoke the perfect rush of fear and excitement that makes me feel alive.
Being with both of them is like diving into a pool swirled with fire and ice. Like burning in an inferno while simultaneously fracturing into a million tiny pieces. And as much as I want to resist the temptation, I know there’s no way in hell I’m getting to the club on time.
Alex is definitely going to kill me...
