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The way she reached for me when I slipped into her bed and sighed that wholly sweet sound each time I whispered Found you. The way she trembled beneath me when I made her come again and again and again. The way she looked as I fucked her. My hand fisted in her light hair. Those green eyes, heavy with satisfaction and lust and exhaustion. Those perfectly full lips parted in ecstasy.
Her bright laugh and hushed questions that ranged from teasing to far too personal. Her goddamn scent that haunted me. Lavender and vanilla in a mixture that was so subtle. So perfect. So fucking intoxicating.
“Diggs,” someone snapped just before I was hit with a fork.
I jerked away from it as the memory of Tree’s laugh faded, fumbling to catch something I should’ve been able to grab before it ever hit me, then looked around to see the worried and contemplative eyes locked on me.
My identical twin, Maverick.
His wife, Einstein.
Our Boss, Dare.
Shit.
“I know I’m pretty and all, but I figured you’d have better things to do than stare at me,” I tried to tease as I tossed the fork toward the center of the table and grabbed my own to stab at my food. My untouched food, even though the others were already done and had probably continued with our weekly business meeting.
“You weren’t eating,” Einstein said slowly, those assessing eyes narrowing the way they did when she was figuring out a complicated puzzle.
“And I’ve been asking about the restaurant,” Dare added, words slow and hesitant. “The Thai restaurant.”
I shrugged and stuffed nearly an entire pancake in my mouth. “They’re good.”
“So, they’re gonna pay us?” Dare asked when I didn’t elaborate.
And fuck me if I didn’t stop chewing to figure out exactly what he was talking about. Any other time, I would already know.
Give me food, and I’m on it. I know my job, and I’m ready to go. But this damn girl...
“Thai?” I asked as I forced the pancake down sooner than I should’ve, giving myself time to think while nearly choking on the syrup-covered creation I wasn’t sure I could even taste.
But at that moment, I couldn’t remember if I’d even visited the Thai restaurant for this month’s numbers, or if the restaurant was actually one of mine or Maverick’s...
When Dare had been forced into the role of Boss at thirteen years old—because a blood-bound contract had demanded a male Borello always be in control—he’d made it his goal to legitimize the mafia family he’d taken over. Throughout his first twelve years leading the family, he’d done exactly that.
Gotten us out of every illegal thing while slowly laying claim to almost every business in Wake Forest in the least hostile ways possible. Either by buying the businesses when the owners were ready to retire or investing when they were about to go under and taking a percentage of the company.
The Thai restaurant in town had needed help a second time just over a year ago but still hadn’t been ready to sell. So, we’d given more and now owned nearly half the business, but they’d stopped paying us our share a couple months ago.
“The restaurant,” I continued with a nod when it all came rushing back, then stabbed at another pancake. “Paying us. Right...no. They aren’t. And the owners are hiding from me. Well...” A breath of a laugh left me before I shoved the entire fluffy cake in my mouth and spoke around it. “They think they’re hiding from me. I know where they are.”
“That’s great,” Einstein murmured sarcastically as she wrote something down in the books she kept for Dare.
“When were you gonna tell me?” Dare asked.
I waved my fork around. “Now. Thought that’s what the meetings were for?”
“Idiot,” he mumbled, then looked at my brother, who hadn’t taken his eyes off me.
A stare I was refusing to meet because I didn’t want to know what he was gathering from everything over the last couple of minutes.
“You need to deal with this,” Dare told him, gesturing to me and adding, “First, we need to deal with the restaurant.”
“Fuck, I’ll do that,” I said, clapping my hands together and practically bouncing in my seat at the idea. “Told you, I know where they are. Just didn’t know we were allowed to pay those kinds of visits to people who aren’t in our world.”
“We aren’t,” Dare warned in a low, lethal tone.
“Fun-sucker,” I mumbled as I went back to my plate.
