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But still. Blood is blood.
And soon,we’llbe blood.
Joined.
Bound together forever.
My jaw grinds as my mind flashes to other more literal ways I could bind the stunning and furious-looking redhead across the table from me.
My tempting, sinfully attractive neighbor whoreallyought to have some curtains put up in her bedroom.
The one who’s been spying on me. The oneI’vebeen spying on right back. I’m just much better at it than she is.
Desire makes my cock swell as my mind flashes back to earlier today. When I was standing in my kitchen rinsing out my coffee cup, staring through the windows above my sink…
Into herbedroom. Where I watched her strip off her sweatpants and hoodie and prowl naked around her disaster of a room until she found some other clothes to pull on?—
“You realize she’s going to bite your dick off the first chance she gets, right?”
My jaw grinds and my train of thought is interrupted as I glance sideways at my younger brother, Hades, sitting next to me on our side of the conference table.
When we were kids, I used to roll my eyes at the way our father named all of us after Greek gods, titans, and muses—Atlas, Ares, Hades, Deimos, Kratos, and our sister, Calliope. But as we’ve gotten older, we’ve all weirdly grown into the mythological figures we were named for. Hades especially.
There’s a darkness and an edge in all of us—our father made damn sure of that with his heavy hand and strict discipline. But Hades—named for the god of the dead, the king of the underworld—always seems to revel in it. The sadistically sociopathic glint I can currently see in his eyes is a testament to that darkness.
He shrugs at my cold silence.
“You know I’m right.”
“What I know is this is neither the time nor the place, Hades,” I grunt back.
My brother shrugs again, pushing his longish hair back from his face. He got our mother’s piercing ice-blue eyes. I got our father’s dark, brooding ones.
Behind him and towering above all of us despite being younger than Hades and me, Kratos mimics my stern glare at our brother.
“It’s a good arrangement,” he rumbles in that mountainous way of his.
I nod to my brother. Kratos is a good, steady voice of reason. Though Deimos, who’s holding down the fort back in London, is the true peacekeeper of all of us siblings.
A peacekeeper in the style of a nuclear deterrent, that is, not Gandhi.
“Oh, I agree,” Hades smiles brittly. “It’s good for peace and will bring an end to bloodshed. I mean, it’s notmycock that’s going to get chewed off.”
“Could youattemptto not be a dick for just two minutes, Hades?”
I turn to smirk quietly at Calliope, my sharp-tongued little sister, sitting on my other side. The youngest and smallest of all of us, and yet somehow, she’s the law-keeper. She’s got our grandmother Dimitra’s genes.
Across the room, the group of Kildare men who’ve been talking quietly amongst themselves finally come find seats at the table. Cillian and I catch each other’s eyes, and we nod.
This wasn’t his idea, or mine. It was Dimitra who first put it forward: a way to put the hostilities between our families and our subsidiaries behind us for good. As she pointed out, the closest we’ve ever gotten to peace before was when Atlas was set to marry Saoirse.
What better way to settle our differences than by becoming family?
But when I glance at Neve sitting across the table, still glaring pure malice at me, it’s clear her uncle still hasn’t told her what’s about to happen.
This should be interesting.
Cillian clears his throat, sitting back in his seat as his green eyes slice across the room, silencing it with a look.
