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Not wanting to make a scene, I do so, watching as he leads us down toward the private rooms.

I stare at the key in my hand, double and triple checking it's definitely mine. There's no doubt about it, and I try to figure out my next steps as we approach room 31.

Pausing outside the door, the man turns to me, his smile turning into a dark smirk.

"This is a pleasant surprise," he says in a deep tone, crossing his arms as he straightens up. "Do Mommy and Daddy know you've come out to play?"

Finding my voice, I snap my gaze to him, glaring heatedly.

"What the hell are you doing here, Hawk?"

Chapter 3

He doesn't immediately answer, eyes scanning me up and down. I glare at his neck tattoo peeking out from the collar of his shirt, grumbling to myself internally. It's definitely him. I'd recognize his tattoos anywhere. The moment he turned eighteen, he started marking his skin with black ink.

It's very confusing to me though. This is supposed to be a high-end charity event. Apparently the buy-in-amount for the men was a minimum of a half a million dollars. I thought I'd be safe here…

How very wrong I was.

"Is that our dear sister's voice?" someone else asks from behind me.

I spin around wildly, eyes widening in disbelief.

"Jett?" I spit out, but it's not really a question.

He stops a few feet away from me, his own blue eyes dancing wildly.

"My, my. You've grown up," he taunts, running a hand through his light brown hair.

I don't like that I'm stuck between them in the corridor. My only salvation is the room to my right, and I play with the key in my hand.

Quickly, I make a dash, undoing the lock as fast as I can so I can get inside and lock them out, images of masks haunting me.

Before the door can even close, a hand slams onto it, forcing it back open. I try to use all my strength, but Hawk shoves it open, and I step back in time so it doesn't hit me in the face.

"That's not very nice," he says coolly, stepping into the room. "You were taught better than that."

"Don't tell me how I was raised," I snap back, swallowing harshly as Jett enters behind him. "I'm not doing this."

Jett leans against the door frame, rolling a piece of invisible lint between his thumb and index finger. "By all means, go running off and complain. You never were any fun."

I know he's trying to provoke me, but I ignore him, shifting my gaze to Hawk.

"What are you even doing here?" I question again.

He shrugs. "You know how much we cherish foster care. How could we say no to an event like this? You being here is just an added bonus. I do love a good family reunion."

"So, I'm supposed to believe that you just paid a million dollars for a charity event," I scoff. "In our home town, nonetheless."

Jett rolls his eyes. "You can believe whatever you want, sis."

"Do Mom and Dad know you are in town?" I question. "Or are you still ignoring them?"

Hawk raises an eyebrow. "We don't ignore them. We just ignore you."

"How precious," I mumble. "Perhaps you could go back to doing that."

Grinning, Jett steps into the room so he can close the door as a couple walks past to find their room. I watch in horror as it closes, locking me inside with these two maniacs.

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