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“You guys wouldn’t believe me in a million years if I told you who it was.” He had both his brothers’ attention now.

“I’m going to pound you into the ground if you don’t spill right now,” Roman said.

Dom shook his head. “And I’m going to help him.”

Cassandra’s feet hitting the treadmill was the only sound for a moment. Lukas just grinned before finally telling them.

“Little Reina Torres.”

Except hell, there was nothing little about her anymore. A lot of perfect about her—the shape of her ass, the way her tight little pussy had clamped around his fingers when she came, and damn near everything about those breasts—but she definitely wasn’t the shy, young girl they knew years ago.

Dominic nearly choked on the water he’d grabbed. “I guess she’s not twelve anymore then.”

“No, asshole, she’s only four years younger than us.” That would make her twenty-seven now.

Roman shook his head. “I don’t really remember her as a kid, but hell, I do remembered the rumors I heard about her in high school and college. You mean to tell me the Ice Queen was in our BDSM club?”

Lukas thought about her soft scream as she came all over his fingers at his command. “Whoever gave her that nickname obviously didn’t know his elbow from a monkey’s ass, because there was not a bit icy about Reina on Sunday.” Nervous, maybe. Shocked, definitely. But not cold.

“Okay,” Dominic cut in, “Ice Queen or not, she’s not a member of Deeper Threat. What the hell was she doing there? How did she get in? Did you ask the door guard?”

“She didn’t come in through the main door. I found her in the back hallway by the service stairwell that leads to upstairs. Evidently she was in Triple Threat and got lost or something.”

Roman gave him an incredulous look. “Or something? You talked to her, right? Caught her? What did she say?”

“We didn’t actually get around to talking about why she was there or how she’d gotten there.”

“Really, asshole? What was more important than to talk about issues that would preserve the privacy of Deeper?” Roman threw his hands up in the air.

Damn it, he’d known he was going to catch hell for this. “Yes, actually. Let’s just say she didn’t know there was a BDSM club down there.”

“I still don’t know what you thought was more important to talk about than what the hell she was doing there,” Roman muttered.

“Hell, Roman, I wasn’t really thinking too much about club security once Reina Torres was nearly naked in front of me. Our conversation was more along the lines of ‘You’ll come right here on my fingers while we watch the scene where the guy is fucking his sub in the ass.’”

The words boomed through the room since Cassandra had chosen that moment to turn off her treadmill.

“Well, damn, son. Why didn’t you just say so?” Dominic laughed and Roman was soon joining him.

Cassandra, small towel draped around her neck, came and knelt down next to Dominic where he sat on the weight bench. He tilted her chin up for a kiss. “Good run?”

“Yes, Master. Even better when I stopped and heard a piece of the conversation. Sounded very interesting.”

Dom smiled down at her, a love Lukas never would’ve thought he’d see for her shining clear in his brother’s eyes. “Which part? The part about coming on fingers or fucking in the ass?”

“Either.”

“Then why don’t you head up to the shower, and I’ll meet you there in a few minutes. Obviously, I’m not going to get much of a workout with my pansy brothers, so I’m afraid I’m going to need to take out all this energy on you instead.”

He kissed her again, and Cassandra bounded out of the room with a little wave.

“She’s looking a lot better,” Lukas said once she was out of earshot.

A shadow fell over Dominic’s face. “She still struggles. Feels inadequate. Has panic attacks when we leave the house. I just wish those bastards were still alive so I could kill them again.”

La Cosa Nostraonly killed when it was necessary. In this case with Cassandra, it very much had been.

“I can’t convince her that her not being able to have kids doesn’t matter to me. And when I think about what I said to her… what I did…”

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