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“She didn’t like the circumstances of our parents’ deaths. I don’t think it had anything to do with us.”
That was a fucking lie.
The great Evangeline Franco was the queen of this household. Loved and adored by her husband and sons, she didn’t want us disrupting her life. After the second time Damian brought home a dead bird that he killed, she begged Arlo to give us back.
Except we had nowhere to go.
We had family who would have taken us for the money. But Arlo had adopted us as a favor to the Grand Master of The Founders Society. My grandfather was the richest man in the world. Number one on the Forbes Billionaires list, and the leader of all the secret societies.
Fitzgerald Archibald Adams IV was a cruel, brutal man. He made Arlo and his beatings seem like family fun time. I was glad we avoided having to live with old Fitzy. But the first six months of living with the Salvatores was pretty rough.
Evangeline would whisperdiavolowhenever she looked at Damian.The devil. She often spoke in Italian. Her parents were Italian immigrants. On her mother’s side of the family, they were Sicilian Mafia. Made men who controlled Calabria.
The Basile family.
We worked with them monthly on illegal shipments from Europe to the United States. They blamed Arlo for Eva’s death and held it over his head. To avoid a war, The Devil’s Knights handled a lot of shady transactions for the Sicilians.
Luca was contemplating asking them for help with the Russians. The Italians hated them and had every reason to want to wipe them off the map. But they had too many requests. Too many favors we would need to repay for the rest of our lives.
“Alex wouldn’t have let you touch her again if she wasn’t okay with your sickness.”
“Stop calling it that,” he snapped.
Laughter shook through me. “What would you call it? Getting aroused over murder is a sickness.”
“You like it, too.” He waggled his dark brows at me. “Just admit it.”
I shook my head. “Nah, D. Murder is a necessity for me. It’s kill or be killed.”
“Now it’s hunt or be hunted,” he fired back with venom in his tone.
“It will never be over. We will always have another enemy, another person who wants what we have.”
Someone knocked on my door. A light tap that could only come from one person.
“It’s open, Cherry.”
Alex pushed on the door, standing in the entryway with her long blonde curls spilling past her shoulders, stopping right below her big tits. She wore a pair of black silky shorts that showed off the definition in her thick thighs. The short top had thin straps and rode up her stomach.
She didn’t look like the same girl from high school. Even back then, I couldn’t keep my hands off her. But now that she’d filled out her body with curves, I wanted her even more. I licked my lips, already thinking about pulling those thighs apart and shoving my head between them.
Damian leaned forward, palms on his knees, as his eyes flicked up and down her body. His thumb rolled across his bottom lip as if he was hungry and dying for a taste.
I patted my thigh. “Come here, Cherry. It’s time for bed.”
Her eyes moved between us as she approached the bed. “Are you both sleeping in here?”
“Damian likes to sleep alone,” I told her.
“He didn’t last night.” She stood between us, her pretty blue eyes aimed at me. “All five of us slept in that bed.”
“Do you want him to stay?” I asked.
She glanced at Damian and nodded.
He looked as if he were holding his breath, still unable to relax, even after Alex’s confession. I didn’t know why he was so afraid of Alex not accepting him. He worried she would rip us apart. That she would get rid of him, like Evangeline had tried to do all of those years ago.
Alex sat on Damian’s lap, and he hooked his arm around her, digging his fingers into her hip. She shoved the hair off his forehead and smiled. “Can I paint you?”
