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“That was different! I—you—”
Her voice is just as loud as it was during sex, but it’s a hell of a lot more annoying when I’m not buried inside her.
“You don’t want Vic to see you?” I ask, jerking my chin. “Then get the fuck out.”
“Excuse me?”
“Are you deaf? I said get out. I’ve got shit to do.”
She stares at me for a second, like she’s waiting for me to say I’m just kidding or something. I just fix her with a hard stare, making it pretty damn clear that I’m serious and I want her the fuck out of here now.
“Fine,” she snaps at last, sliding off the bed and gathering her clothes in a rush.
Vic doesn’t move. He still hasn’t looked at her or even acknowledged her presence, but she keeps shooting him glances as she tugs on her skirt and skimpy top.
She has to turn sideways to slip past him as she leaves my bedroom, and she shoots me a look over her shoulder once she’s out in the hall.
“Fuck you,” she spits.
“No thanks. I don’t go back for seconds,” I mutter under my breath, pulling off the condom and tying it up so I can toss it in the trash. I grab my boxer briefs and pants from the floor and pull them on, leaving my shirt where it is for the moment as I hear the distant sound of our front door slamming shut.
“I see you had fun tonight,” Vic notes. Someone else might say it teasingly, trying to rile me up. But with Vic, it’s always just an observation. He’s just stating a fact.
I shrug, tugging up the zipper on my pants. “Worked as a distraction for the night. She wasn’t anything special.”
Our younger brother Ransom pokes his head into the room, coming to stand next to Vic. “I didn’t think you went for blondes,” he comments with a grin.
“She wasn’t really a blonde,” I point out. “I don’t know what the fuck color she started as, but that shit wasn’t real.”
“So, did Vic tell you?” Ransom asks, his smirk slipping away as his expression turns serious.
“Yeah.” I glance between the two of them. “He said it’s happening tonight.”
Ransom nods, his eyebrow ring flashing with the movement. “Fucking finally.”
For years, the three of us have been trying to hunt down the man who killed our mother. We didn’t have much to go on, nothing but a description of a tattoo that could’ve belonged to anyone in the city. Or even someone who was just passing through.
But we never gave up. We never stopped trying to find the fucker and make him pay for what he did to our mom.
And then finally, we got the info we needed.
“I still think it’s risky,” Vic says in his quiet, low voice, glancing between me and Ransom. “The Kings of Chaos have never fucked us over before, and I know they want this guy dead too. But if their intel is bad, we could be walking into a trap.”
“Doesn’t matter,” I fire back. “If there’s trouble, we’ll deal with it. We can’t miss this chance.”
Ransom makes a noise in his throat, folding his arms across his chest. He’s the tallest of the three of us, although not by much. “Malice is right. We can’t pass this up. Plus, you saw how Ash and that chick looked when they told us about our mark, Vic. They’re just as serious about this fucker dying as we are.”
Victor shakes his head but doesn’t say anything else.
When a member of the Kings of Chaos and some silver haired woman showed up on our turf to talk to us a few weeks ago, I knew it was going to be something big. We don’t run in the same circles as the Kings do. They run their operations in a different part of Detroit than us, but we’ve worked together before.
If they were coming to see us, I was sure it had to be about something serious. Something real. They wouldn’t go so far out of their way for nothing.
And I was right.
They gave us the name of the man with the tattoo that we’ve been looking for all this time.
Nikolai Petrov.
