Page 7 of Rayne

"Let's see what you have written down," Hawk laughs, snatching the piece of paper from my hands. It dawns on me that it's our list of hard and soft limits, and I try to grab it back but he lifts it out of my reach, scanning the contents.

"No flogging… no blood. Oh, but you're potentially down for anal," he remarks, handing it to Jett.

I cross my arms, glaring daggers at them both. "That's none of your business. I'm not having sex with you sick fucks. Step aside so I can go see Damien. Maybe it's not too late to do a redraw."

"But think of the children," Jett moans tauntingly. "You're going to single-handedly ruin the charity event."

"Fuck you," I snap at him. "I didn't sign up for this."

Hawk laughs. "The fact you signed up at all is baffling. Who knew our little, sweet innocent Rayne had it in her?"

Leaning back against the door, Jett reads over the paper, blocking my exit. "Brother, you didn't put down any hard limits."

"No such things as limits," he replies with a smirk at me. "Just missed opportunities."

I gawk at him before throwing my hands up. I turn away from them, looking around the room. I hadn't noticed it before but there's a mini fridge in the corner, a cabinet against the wall, and an adjoining bathroom. The door is open and I spot a jacuzzi inside along with a glass shower.

There's nowhere to sit down except the huge bed in the room, so I move over to the corner, leaning against the wall.

"Why are you even back here?" I ask. "I thought you were in New York working on some skyscrapers."

The company they inherited was a construction business. Last I heard from my parents, they were doing well, but I never knew to what extent.

"I told you—we care deeply about this charity cause," Hawk replies. "Plus we're going to have dinner with Mom and Dad before they head off to Florida."

My eyebrows shoot up in surprise. I had no idea they knew about their trip, confirming that they are still in touch with our parents more than I realized. I'm hurt that it wasn't mentioned at dinner last night, but before I can draw that conclusion, Jett speaks up.

"They don't know we are in town yet. It's a surprise."

"Oh," I mutter, shifting awkwardly. "Well, be prepared to be hounded about a family vacation in a few months."

The two of them look amused.

"Mom is so sweet," Jett says to Hawk. "I can't wait to hear what she has planned."

I glare at them. "Disney World. I told her you wouldn't go."

"Wouldn't go or you don't want us to go?" Hawk questions sarcastically, rolling up the sleeves of his button-down shirt.

"Does it even matter?" I mumble. "You've barely stuck around the past thirteen years. I've never seen you around long enough to go on a vacation."

Jett smiles—almost innocently. "We've been busy working, Rayne. Success is important to have in life. Dad taught us that."

I shake my head. "Whatever helps you sleep at night."

"That's your problem," Hawk laughs. "Always scared of taking risks. God forbid you break routine for even a second."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" I snap.

He raises an eyebrow at me. "Still a paralegal?" he asks, even though it's obvious he knows the answer. "You have a safe job. Secure—but it's always the same. Hell, I bet you still have the same routines each week."

"There's nothing wrong with routine," I argue, angry that he still knows my habits. "Routine is the key to success."

"No," Hawk cuts me off. "Risk taking and hard work is the key to success. You can't get better at something if you do the same thing over and over. Resting on morals is a death sentence."

"Maybe that's why she's here," Jett tells his brother. "Boring old Rayne wanted a little fun."

My gaze snaps to him. "It's a charity event."

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