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Lukas raised his glass. “Here, here. Especially since it looks like I’m the only one not hitched or almost-hitched.”

They drank their whiskey and sat. Both Lukas and Roman looked over at Cassandra where she sat primly on the couch, ornaments hanging from her pretty nipples, pretending to read a book.

“Speaking of almost hitched…” Lukas tilted his head towards Cassandra. “Good to see you again, Cassandra.”

“Hello.” She gave both his brothers a shy smile. She’d gotten to know them in the eight months they were together. Both men had liked her. Hell, everyone had liked her.

“Telling Ian Tambour and the Russians that Cassandra was my wife seemed like the best way to get her out of his clutches without starting a war.”

Roman turned back to Dominic. “So you just made it up. Fair enough, I guess.”

Dominic leaned back in his chair. “Technically, I have a marriage certificate with Cassandra and my name on it from seven years ago. But since she signed another name, a fake one, not ‘Clemens,’ I’m pretty sure the marriage is not valid. Although Tambour didn’t need to know that.”

“Is that why you guys broke up?” Lukas asked. “Because she lied about her name?”

All three men turned to stare at Cassandra who looked like a deer caught in headlights. “Ends up Cassandra is part of the Clemens family, well known for their theft and group cons all over the country. She was sent in to get close to me, I’m sure to steal whatever she could. I’ll admit, she used that sweet little pussy to reel me in tight. I never even saw it.”

Cassandra’s face was flaming. She wasn’t even pretending to read the book any more.

Roman frowned. “How’d you find out?”

Dominic shook his head. “That’s just it. I didn’t even know I was a mark. I just thought she ran off without saying anything to me, only stealing some jewelry. Petty theft, really.” Although the loss of their mother’s engagement and wedding ring hadn’t been theft to just him. “I actually just found out what family she was a part of about a year ago.”

Lukas stretched his long legs out in front of him. “Interesting. I never would’ve guessed she was playing you as a con. I thought you two were—” he shrugged “—the real deal.”

Dominic didn’t look at Cassandra. “So did I.”

“That’s why I wasn’t completely surprised when rumor hit me that you were married. Once I heard it was Cassandra. I thought you’d just never told us,” Roman said.

“Actually, that’s what I thought was happening too. I spent the better part of six years looking for Cassandra Barker, my wife. Then I discovered she was actually part of the Clemens family a year ago.” Now he stared at her. “I would’ve been coming for her either way. She had a lot to answer for. Ian Tambour just sped up my timetable. Got her into my clutches, and me back into her pussy, quicker. Before you leave remind me to show you the dual penetration chastity belt I have her locked in right now.”

Both his brothers chuckled and Cassandra squirmed on the couch. Good. A little embarrassment was the least she deserved.

“Seems like her own family threw her to the wolves since she had the gall to set free some human trafficking victims of the Russians,” Dominic continued. “Which is how she ended up in Tambour’s clutches, then mine.”

Roman nodded. “But you’re not married. Because she put a false name down on the certificate rather than the name Clemens.”

“Yep. No legal name means no legal wife for me.”

Cassandra hadn’t said a word the entire conversation, not that Dominic had expected her to participate since she was barely clothed with her breasts out for everyone to see. But she spoke now.

Words he never dreamed he hear.

“Actually, Cassandra Barker is my legal name. Gordon Clemens is my stepfather. He married my mother when I was eight. She took his last name, but he never adopted me so mine remained Barker. Because I’ve always been part of his family everyone assumes my name is Clemens. But it’s not. Cassandra Barker.”

She stared him in the eye. “Or technically, Cassandra Barker Rinaldi.”

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