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Eli arches a dark eyebrow. “Crazy or insane?”
Letting my hands drop back down, I frown at him. “Is there a difference?”
“Yes.”
“I don’t know.” I shake my head at him in befuddlement. “Both?”
Kaden shrugs, still not missing a single spin with his knife. “She can’t be worse than Raina.”
“No one is worse than Raina.” I hold up my hands to illustrate two separate groups. “There are insane people. And then there’s Raina. She’s not in the same league. Hell, she’s not even playing the same sport.”
“Hey,” Eli cuts off, shooting me and Kaden a threatening look. “Watch your mouths about my girl.”
Kaden just shrugs again. “She would probably take it as a compliment.”
Eli considers for a second, and then tips his head to the side as if conceding the point. “True.”
“So no, she’s not worse than Raina,” I continue. “But she’s still driving me crazy!”
All three of them exchange another knowing look and then smirk at me.
“Stop smirking,” I mutter. “I’m serious. I have never met anyone who is as infuriating and tenacious and as utterly incapable of following orders and as immune to my charms as…” Trailing off, I shoot them all a dark look. “You’re smirking again.”
They chuckle.
Rico wiggles his eyebrows at me. “Yeah, I mean, Kaden is the one getting married in a couple of weeks, but I’m sure we could make the priest stay for a second wedding right after as well.”
“Yeah,” Kaden adds, his dark eyes glinting as he holds my gaze. “And I’m sure I can find that French maid costume you keep talking about, so that you can practice wearing it instead.”
I scowl at both of them. “Shut up. I’m not…” Trailing off, I sit upright again as a realization crackles through me like a lightning bolt. “Oh, fuck. Your wedding. It’s on a Saturday. I need to find someone to cover Kayla that day.”
“Bring her,” Kaden says with a casual shrug.
Shaking my head, I stare at him. “Haven’t you been listening? She’s crazy. And annoying as hell.”
“So are you, and you’re still invited.”
“Fuck you.”
He smirks. But there is a sparkle in his eyes. Kaden talks a lot of shit. In fact, we all talk a lot of shit and take every opportunity to mess with each other. But when push comes to shove, we have each other’s backs without question. Every day of the week. Or at least, I hope so. But maybe that has changed now that they know that I’m not sure if I want to be a hitman.
As if his mind went down a similar path, Rico turns to me with a serious expression on his face. “I’ve been meaning to ask. Well, we’ve been wondering…”
Panic shoots up my spine. I’m pretty sure I know where this is going, but I manage to keep a casual expression on my face as I meet his gaze and raise my eyebrows in silent question.
“Why didn’t you tell us?” he asks, his serious eyes searching my face. “That you didn’t want to become a hitman.”
That panic ripples through me again, mixed with dread this time. I can feel Eli and Kaden watching me as well.
“It’s not that I don’t want to be a hitman,” I begin, trying to choose my words carefully. “Like I said, I do actually enjoy it. But I just… I want a choice.”
He gives me a small smile. “Yeah, I get that.”
And he does. I know that he truly does understand. Out of all of them, Rico is probably the one who most understands what it’s like to feel trapped in a life that you haven’t chosen.
“But still,” Eli picks up from the white couch across from me. His golden eyes are also serious as he studies my face. “Why didn’t you tell us about that?”
How could I? When they’re all so perfect. Eli, the ruthless killer who will without a doubt surpass our father as the most legendary Hunter assassin. Kaden, the calculating schemer who makes people flinch just by looking at them. Sons that our parents can be proud of. Sons that will accomplish great things and carry on the notorious Hunter name. And Rico, the powerful leader who will rule this entire state one day. The pride and joy of Federico Morelli.
