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“Lena, that’s a twenty-four/sixteen mill split. After fees and payouts. Our gross profit.”
Those fees and payouts are to do with the jewels themselves, not other fees and costs.
Even so…
My fingers start to tingle in that familiar way, like I’ve done the impossible and I’m about to steal billions in jewels.
“It’s the Quinate.” I make myself say it.
Harry hands me the file again. “Some of the Quinate.”
I glance at the page, reading on. Oh, fuck me. “This is worse than the Quinate. Anyone who’s anyone knows of the bitter hatred between the Agnossio and Miller families. I don’t want to be doing some fucked up Robin Hood shit, stealing from the Italian to give to the American.”
“Do your job,” she says, “and Agnossio won’t know.”
“I’ve never met these old guys, and I keep away from anything to do with the Quinate, but even I know of that hatred.” I shut the file again. “Absolutely not.”
“They’re not old, Lena…” She flips the file in my hands open and shifts some of the papers, pulling out two photos.
I almost forget how to breathe.
The men in the photos are beyond gorgeous.
I stare at the first one. His dark hair is something I want to touch, but I take in his face.
Dark, dangerous with cheekbones so sharp a girl might cut herself, and a mouth so sensuous that the same girl might willingly drown for a taste. The distracting eyes are smoke-ringed with charcoal and the kind that belong to a man who’d kill you while he makes you come.
Emphasis on the dangerous.
“That hot number is Hendrick Agnossio.”
“I don’t care,” I say, my voice a little rough-edged.
She points to the other photo. “This one is Jacques or Jac Miller.”
Now this one is dark blonde with lazy curls, a laconic mouth that can probably send you to fucking heaven and vivid green eyes that will lead you into hell.
“Totally your type, Magdalena.”
I cut her a look. “Are you…fanning yourself?”
“I’m a cut and dried lesbian, but I know hot and those two are hot.” Harry shrugs.
“Harry!”
She rolls her eyes. “Hypothetically.”
I like them younger, less dangerous, way more malleable. Or older, very rich and malleable. I like easy, and then when I’m done, I like disappearing. With men, I don’t want to think. I only want to be challenged regarding sexual positions.
These two?
Fuck no.
“It says here Miller hates Agnossio because of some telenovela shit.” I shake my head. “Daddy Agnossio fuckingmurderedMiller’s sister and Miller murdered Daddy A? Now they’re part of the Quinate so they can’t kill each other because it’ll upset the fucking power balance? Jesus, Harry.”
“Technicalities, Lena.”
I stare at my best friend. “She was twenty-one.”
