I strolled to her and sat in a chair beside hers. “Do you miss me, sister?”
“If I did, I wouldn’t tell you.”
I cracked a smile. “That tells me enough.”
I glanced at the monitors—two hundred and thirties cameras covered every angle, direction, and inch of the place. Nothing slipped past Luna.
“You need to take a break.”
Her raven-black hair swayed across her shoulder when she shook her head. “Not happening.”
“You must trust someone other than yourself to do this job.”
“Do you?”
“What?”
“Do you trust someone other than yourself to handle your job as the underboss?”
I stared back at eyes similar to mine, and she waited patiently for a response she already knew the answer to.
“Exactly,” she answered.
“That’s a totally different scenario.” I shook my head.
“Why? Because your job is more important than mine?”
“Yes.”
She reared back, eyes wide, and I dropped my head and laughed. She pushed me as I howled, the moment making me miss our back-and-forth.
“You came here to get on my damn nerves, didn’t you?”
I reined in my laughter. “Didn’t you just accuse me of being a lost sibling? Now, I can’t get on your nerves a little bit?”
She rolled her eyes and crossed her legs. “Why are you cleaning up after Rolando?”
I leaned back in the chair and stared at her momentarily, then caught her up on what had happened. She shook her head and sighed. “It’s unlike him to be that sloppy.”
“Because he can’t keep his eyes off me.”
Her brows arched in surprise, then she frowned. “What do you mean?”
“He wants to be the only one to get in Dameon’s ear.”
“You mean our father?”
We stared at each other. “Must we go through this every time he’s brought up?”
“Yes, I will. You know how this works.”
I closed my mouth and gritted my teeth.
As much as my sister loved me, she loved Dameon just as much. And she wanted us to be that father-and-son duo I pretended to be.
Still, she understood how my madness had stirred throughout the years. She just didn’t know how far down the rabbit hole I’d gone to get my payback.
“Rolando is power-hungry.”