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I just wanted you to know in case you have to call in the calvary.
Fleur:
Yeah, that’s all you need. Me calling your brothers.
Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that.
Fleur:
No kidding. Be careful. Let me know when you’re back at home. If I don’t hear anything from you in four hours, I’ll do what needs to be done. *shudder*
I smile and sit back against the plush seat of the luxury town car. This is why we’re best friends. There’s no judgement between us. We know our lives aren’t ordinary and never have been. She has her own rowdy group of overprotective men in her corner, ones who would lay their lives down for her.
When the car comes to a stop, I look up at the large, Queen Anne style home and suppress my reaction to it. It’s gorgeous, but I can’t get swept away with some dormers, a wraparound porch and intricate brackets that look original. Nope.
I step out of the car before the driver has a chance to come all the way around and glide, just like I was taught to do in polite society, toward the front door. Before I can knock, it swings open, and I’m met with the warm and apologetic eyes of Massimo.
I narrow my eyes at the man in front of me and breeze by him. How our bodies don’t touch while I do it is a miracle. Let’s face it, a woman only has so much resolve when being assaulted with how good it felt to have his cock fill me and the chemistry which flows between us, no matter how much I wish it weren’t so.
The memory of waking up still sticky with his cum…and his brother’s cum…is too fresh. If I weren’t on birth control, we would be having a tough conversation. I won’t be bringing that little fact up. It’s a good thing all test results must be kept on the up and up to maintain membership at Club Sin because it means I’m protected.
Do they even care? Probably not, but I do. Damn it.
Does the thought of not being on birth control and getting pregnant with their baby turn me on? Yes, it does. But—no. Stay focused Viola.
I sweep into the house and find Marco and Mateo standing in the parlor waiting for me. Marco grins at me as if we’re long-lost friends and Mateo’s face is a mask of neutrality. So, par for the course as far as I can tell. Apparently, I haven’t thrown them off their game.
“I’m here, as demanded,” my words are glacial. “What can I do for you,” I almost choke on the next word, “gentleman?”
“We owe you an apology,” Massimo’s voice is gentle from behind me and I’m damn proud of myself when I don’t flinch.
“No need,” I say dismissively with a wave of my hand. “If that’s all,” I turn to move back past the youngest brother who is between myself and the door, my intent clear.
Massimo grabs my wrist and I glare at him, imagining him bursting into flames from the lasers I’m shooting at him. No such luck. I’ll have to work on it.
“Please,” Marco coos, “we do owe you an apology.” I look at him over my shoulder and find Mateo looking at me with the same cold indifference. “We invited you here for dinner.”
My eyebrows rise in surprise, his words coming out of nowhere in such a way that I couldn’t prepare myself for them. Fuck. Now they probably think they won something. My voice is incredulous, “Dinner?”
“Let us make it up to you. We should have never left you like that. I didn’t want to,” Massimo’s voice drops to a whisper with his last sentence.
I’m sure he didn’t want to. He’s the ‘nice’ brother. As much as a man involved in organized crime can be, I suppose. I’m not under any illusion that a wolf would make a grand pet either. Yet here we are.
Yet here we are.
I look toward Mateo and curl my lip. “It sounded more like a threat than an invitation to dinner on the phone. One which would put me in another vulnerable,” the accusation is thick in my voice, “position.”
Mateo holds up his hands as his lip twitches. “There aren’t any pictures. We might not be good men, but we’re not those kind of men.”
My shoulders relax slightly and the zing of excitement which runs through my body is the only explanation for what happens next. “Fine. Dinner it is.”
Marco grins and practically bounces on the balls of his feet as Massimo turns me and leads me deeper into the house and into the dining room. I glance around and fall in love a little bit more with the house. All the original details are intact or painstakingly restored.
Mateo pulls a chair out for me and gives the nape of my neck a squeeze after I sit. The action speaks volumes even though I’m not sure how to interpret it. My gut is telling me he’s the one who I need to keep my eye on the most.
“You have a lovely home,” I tell the triplets honestly.
“Thank you, princess,” Marco’s voice is full of pride as he sets a glass of wine in front of me.
