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"I sensed that about you," Gianni said. "I thought to myself, she doesn't seem like a gun person. Neither is Reuben. Don't get me wrong, he can shoot a man between the eyes from a distance, but he prefers to leave pulling of the trigger to people like me and Damon. And the twins."

That sounded about right. Why get your hands dirty when someone else could do it for you?

I walked behind Gianni to the garage. "Why do you think he came back?"

"Why does anyone do anything?" He opened the back door of the SUV and gestured for me to climb inside. "Unfinished business or money. People are often motivated by one or the other."

I slid in and he closed the door behind me.

"Or desperation." Damon drove the SUV out onto the streets which were surprisingly quiet for this time of day. Quiet enough to make me shiver again.

"Or for a good cup of coffee," Gianni added. "People can do a shit load of dubious things for one of those. Look at Damon, for example. You know he doesn't do this for the money. Not just for my attention either."

"Give the woman a knife so she can shut you up," Damon growled.

Gianni chuckled. "She'd never use a knife on me. Well, not unless I ask nicely." He glanced over at me and winked.

In spite of my anxiety at the idea of seeing Kurt again, my heart fluttered. Thinking about his cock, the way he came in my hand, and the kiss we shared, was a better use of my thoughts. A healthier one. I would have liked to focus on that, but Kurt was too dominant over my mind right now. I'd spent five years with him occupying my thoughts. It was a difficult habit to break. Was it impossible? I hoped not.

"Is that something you ask often?" I managed to ask. He'd mentioned enjoying pain, did that include knives and blood?

"Only if my partner is someone I implicitly trust," he said. "I'd prefer not to be stabbed mid-fuck if I can help it. A few nicks and slices, on the other hand…"

"If anyone was going to be stabbed mid-fuck, it would be you," Damon said.

"Are you offering?" Gianni asked.

"To stab you? Definitely." Damon glanced at the rear view mirror.

"He means with his cock," Gianni whispered loudly. "I told you he loves me."

"And I told you to fuck off, but here you are," Damon said.

I leaned forward as far as my seatbelt would allow and said to Reuben, "Are they always like this?"

They reminded me of the playful arguments my brother Asher had with Reuben's brother Zeke. They'd been friends since school, practically brothers. Thick as thieves, my mother used to say. When it came to each other, they had no filter. The nastier the words, the harder they laughed. I'd forgotten about that until now. Listening to them slinging insults back and forth always made me giggle.

He sat around to look back at me. "Probably. I tend to tune them out."

Gianni clutched his heart. "Boss, you wound me."

"You'll live," Reuben told him. He offered me the faintest of smiles.

"He really loves me too," Gianni said, lowering his hand back into his lap. "Obviously he does, or he wouldn't share you with me."

"Don't make me change my mind," Reuben said.

"That's up to Mina," Gianni said.

Reuben turned around further and gave him a look that said otherwise. That I belonged to him and he would decide on my behalf if anyone tried to force his hand.

"Like I said, she's a distraction," Damon said. "You two shouldn't be disagreeing over a woman. With all due respect, boss."

Reuben grunted and turned back around.

If I didn't already have the impression Damon didn't like me, I did after that comment.

Did he expect me to walk away from them both or for them to walk away from me? Maybe he thought they should cut my throat and leave me to die by the side of the road.

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