Page 114 of Stolen Trophy


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Ican’t help but watch her. I should be focused on the hit we are on, watching the cameras for them as they rob the mansion of Genevieve’s latest target, but my eyes are on her. Only her. Ever her.

How I ever resisted her is beyond me. I was a fucking fool. A blind fool.

She glances over from the passenger seat to catch me staring and grins, flashing white teeth at me. There is nothing but love in her eyes. Her hair falls over her shoulder, creating a beautiful waterfall, and her eyes enchant me. I continue to stare, just drinking her in, and she arches her eyebrow.

Even now, months later, I can’t help but gawk. She’s too good for us, I know that, but that doesn’t mean we will ever let her go.

We would die first.

She’s ours until the end. Our girl. Our trophy. Our family.

Without her, we were just four men fighting to survive in the darkness. She came in like a breath of fresh ocean air and shined light on all our pain and needs, and then, with a loving kiss, she healed our wounds and held us together.

She made us a true family, something I didn’t even know we were missing before her. We were just going through the motions, and even the excitement of the hits had started to taper off, leaving us all empty, lonely, and angry. Not anymore. Not with her here with us, protecting us, loving us, and supporting us.

And just as crazy.

She reaches over, her slender tanned hand with white tipped false nails grabbing my thigh as she drags her hand up to brush my ever present hard-on. Hell, even at the mention of her name, I’m stiff.

“How about after, we drive the getaway car? I’ll remind you just why you fell in love with me,” she purrs, licking her lips.

My eyes track the movement, and a groan echoes in my chest as I jerk her closer, unable to resist, while she laughs. The image of her sucking my cock in the sports car is ingrained in my mind and never leaving, but it’s intertwined with moments like this, of her laughing and smiling at me.

Her showing me her world as I show her ours.

It’s not the highs like this when we are thieves that I’ll remember at the end, it’s the small, almost insignificant moments, like the feel of her hand in mine, that smile she gives me when she’s up to no good, the heat of her in my arms when we have a family night, the sight of her dancing with Eric, the image of her holding Booker when it gets tough, and her challenging Gage and pushing me.

Before her, we were shells, just masked husks, and she filled us with purpose and love.

“I knew I loved you from the very first time I laid my eyes on you, baby. My head just took some catching up,” I tell her seriously, and her eyes soften as I lean in and kiss her, pouring everything into it. “I won’t let it get in the way ever again, and if I do, you can kick my ass. You’re good at it.”

Her giggle wraps around my heart, making it hers. Suddenly, there’s a blaring alarm, and Gage swears into my earpiece.

“Fuck, Eric went for a piss and set off the alarms, the idiot.”

I laugh as Genevieve winks at me, kissing me swiftly before she turns. Putting her own mask on, she turns on the engine, bringing the Maserati to life, and with a sexy fucking move, she takes off towards the rest of our family, racing to our rescue.

I guess that makes us her damsels, but I’ll happily play that role if it keeps her at my side forever. Life will never be easy or perfect for us, but I will fight every day to make her happy and give her everything she deserves and never got.

In the end, that is all we can do—fight for what we love and hope it’s enough.

However, when the others pile into the car and we speed into the night, the music blasting as our laughter echoes around us, I know it is enough.

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