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“Fine. I think you’re right.”
She ends the call, drops her phone between her legs, then turns, looking out the window to the road in front of us.
“Care to enlighten the rest of us?” Sasha asks.
“It would seem that my brother’s wife and your brother’s girlfriend is—”
“I don’t think either of them think—”
“Honey, if they’re both diddling it, and did so more than once, then yeah,” Sasha comments, cutting off my rebuttal and meeting my eyes in the rearview mirror as if it’s stupid for me to think anything but what she indicated
“Sasha!” Sienna reprimands.
“What?” Sasha’s right hand flies off the steering wheel in an exaggerated gesture. “She doesn’t know what that means. I got this kid-coding shit down, thank you very much.”
Sasha sounds proud of herself, but I’m so confused right now that I keep my mouth shut.
“Anyway,” Sienna continues. “Nineteen-year-old Ciera back there is apparently in the top one percent of hackers across the world and released evidence that implicates the police commissioner in a trafficking ring of underage girls as well as video and audio recordings of him doing . . . stuff.”
“Huh,” is all Sasha says.
“Dom ordered us to turn around and come back. Figures people are going to scour every square mile of New York for our little computer nerd.”
“So . . . what I’m hearing is that she’s smarter than both you and I put together.” Sasha clucks her tongue in the same annoying way Sienna did a minute ago, and I’m starting to wonder why they both claim not to like each other when they’re so much alike.
“Well, she must be smarter than Domenico and Krishna too. They didn’t pull that off with a head injury, so I’m choosing to look at this newfound knowledge like that.”
“For once, I like your assessment better,” Sasha agrees while they speak about me like I’m not here hearing every word they’re saying. “But I’m tired of being cooped up in my dad’s house and being told what to do. I say we don’t go back just yet. At least let’s get our toes done first.”
“Might I remind you,” Sienna starts, “that the last time you didn’t follow Dom’s orders, he broke your bone.”
“She’s lying,” Brooklyn hollers, drowning out the gasp that leaves my lips. “Domino wouldn’t do that!”
Sienna whips her head around so fast to look behind her seat that it’ll be a miracle she doesn’t have a friction burn from the seatbelt across her shoulder.
“Brooklyn,” she scolds in a tone that has me leaning back in my seat. “Normally, I like your smart little mouth, but calling me a liar will not be tolerated. Bring it down a notch or ten. Capiche?”
“I’m sorry, Si,” she says, sounding remorseful.
“You’re forgiven.” Sienna gives her an appraising smile then twists back around to face forward in the passenger seat.
“We’re so going to get our asses handed to us,” Sienna comments. “And they’re probably going to show up at the nail salon and make a scene . . . but I’m feeling transgressive too. Besides, who would be stupid enough to fuck with us?”
* * *
Two hourslater and feeling prettier than I ever have, we’re back in the SUV and headed to the cake shop Sienna had mentioned stopping by earlier.
It’s amazing what a little nail polish does to a woman’s confidence. I’ve never had the privilege to have my fingernails and toenails polished. I’ve always envied those that could freely do so because they wanted to.
They’re painted a deep shade of red. Crimson isn’t even my favorite color, but for whatever reason, when I saw the wall of every color imaginable, it was the tint my eyes were drawn to.
As messed up as it sounds, I think my subconscious picked it based on Domenico and Krishna’s reaction to the blood Dom smeared over my naked flesh. I don’t know why that act turned me on when it should have made me have the opposite reaction.
Isn’t it immoral?
The way they make me feel should be sinful, wicked even, wrong, but that doesn’t curb my appetite for wanting more. For wanting things I’m not sure they’re capable of or willing to give me.
I’m the intruder in their life after all.
