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“Fuck, that leaves Matteo with what… beer?” Vito says with a scoff.
“Whatever, let’s just watch,” I grumble.
The aim of the game is to send a drink to someone we’re all interested in. They can switch it out if necessary, choose whatever they want, and if it’s within the category we selected, we get to make our move. It’s as simple as that. I mean, there have been occasions where they’ve opted for a different brother, and we respect their decision, but fuck, it’s fun to leave some things to fate.
Three beers are placed down in front of us, but none of us pay the waiter any mind, all of us focused on the woman who has captured our attention.
The bartender places a sweet-looking cocktail down before her, and I hate that her back is to us so we can’t properly see what’s happening, but hope pools in my stomach when the waiter takes the cocktail away moments later. Vito groans as Enzo chuckles. I do nothing, completely enraptured with her every move.
It feels like an eternity passes before the waiter returns, shot glasses in one hand and a bottle of water in the other.
What. The. Fuck?
“What the fuck do we do now?” Vito asks, but I pay him no mind as the bartender peers over at us. My breath falters in my chest, a response playing on my lips, but her next move has a smile spreading across my face and my thighs parting to accommodate my cock as it pulses with need.
“It seems that doesn’t matter, because she’s heading our way.”
3
WREN
Of course they’re fucking attractive. I shouldn’t have expected anything less, but shit, with the dimly lit room, low music, and the moans and groans that swirl around me, it only seems to amplify how hot they are.
Squaring my shoulders, head held high, I aim my gaze in their direction. There are three of them. Three men who are undoubtedly related, with an air of arrogance emanating from them.
The man to the right looks to be the youngest, with mousy-blond hair that frames his face tucked behind his ear, making him look like a model. His grin is enticing, playful, and infectious as his brown eyes sparkle with a hint of mischief, observing my every move. He rubs his finger over his chin, his perfectly manicured hand making me wonder how skilled he is with them.
My eyes drift to the man in the middle, his brown eyes matching the guy’s beside him, only they seem more calculated and mysterious. His jet-black hair is swept back off his face, except for a loose tendril that flicks down to his eyebrow. He swipes his tongue across his lips, drawing my gaze to the scar running top to bottom along the right side of his mouth.
What would it feel like under my tongue?It makes me bite my cheek to stop myself from pouncing on him.
Forcing myself to stay focused, I slow my steps so I have a chance to appreciate the guy sitting to the left of the booth. With his brown hair cut short and his eyes matching the others beside him, he assesses my every move with hawk-like interest. A shiver runs down my spine. He has ‘don’t fuck with me’ vibes, and it makes my stomach clench. Even with the dark lighting, the scars marring the skin at the collar of his shirt are visible, but they only entice me further.
Three men, definitely related, with the same deep brown pools for eyes, yet oh-so different.
Shaking my head, I berate myself for getting distracted, especially when I’m here with a job to do, but fuck, it’s been far too long for me, and they’re hot as hell.
Only two steps away, I let the smirk desperate to tease my lips take form as I come to a stop at the edge of the booth. There’s a blazer on the seat before me, and I place my phone and bottle of water on the table before leaning against the chair.
The material has a soft and expensive texture to it, and as I glance at the guy to the left, the only one not wearing a jacket, I make sure to run my finger along the designer fabric, all the while his eyes trail even the smallest move.
“I don’t recall ever seeing you here before,” the guy to the right says with a grin as I turn to look at him, his eyebrow quirked as he feasts on my exposed body.
“That’s because I’ve never been here before. My friend recommended this place to me while I’m in town,” I lie through my teeth. I know for a fact these men have never stepped foot in here before either.
Glancing around the room, taking in the various sexual exploits on display, I rake my teeth over my bottom lip as I turn back to them. “I’m undecided on the vibe so far though,” I add, shrugging, as my eyes fall to the guy in the middle.
“Well, you came to the right place if you want a good time, didn’t she, brothers?” the mousy-blond replies, shuffling to the end of the booth and rising to his feet beside me. He swings his arm out to the side, offering me to slip into his seat, but I raise my eyebrow.
“I love a good time, but I don’t accept drinks and take a seat with just anybody,” I say with a smirk, extending my hand in his direction. “I’m Ava.”
The name feels natural on my tongue. It’s the one I’ve used since I left Featherstone Academy, and it offers me a new lease of life. No baggage, no bullshit parents, no fucked-up shit that I’ve done.
A new beginning, or so I’d hoped. That isn’t what I got though, but I deserve what I get now.
Those are thoughts for another time. For now, my focus is on them.
“Pleasure to meet you, Ava, I’m Enzo,” he responds, shaking my hand firmly yet gently at the same time.
