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“Black cat is a woman,” Lamb declared from beside me.

“What?” I choked out.

“I mean, look how she rides. Plus, it’s an unofficial race, meaning there’s no rule saying girls can’t compete.”

“It doesn’t mean it’s a girl,” I retorted.

“Trust me.” Lamb winked. “I know how girls ride.”

“Me, too,” another voice popped up beside me. “That’s definitely a woman.”

“Anna.” I sighed, turning to look at her. I was between the two physical forms of sin and knew this normally didn’t end well. “What can I do for you?”

“First, you can give me this.” She grinned, stealing Adair off my lap before I could move.

“Aunt Anna!” Adair giggled, giving her a big hug and a wet kiss.

“Hey, little man.” Anna smiled, pinching his chubby cheeks. “And you”—she handed me a white envelope—“can have these back.”

She grinned then left with Adair, promising him they could continue to watch the Black Cat race in her room. Anna didn’t have a room, which more than likely meant she was about to commandeer Wolf’s and sabotage it somehow. I used to warn my president, but found it was inevitable after the first few months. Instead, I focused more on staying out of the way.

I looked away from them, hoping Anna could keep corrupting my nephew to a minimum as I looked down at the envelope. I didn’t even think about what could be inside of it until I unfolded the lid and pulled out its contents.

“She didn’t,” I growled.

Lamb peered over my shoulder and, with raised eyebrows, said, “I think she did.”

* * *

Iswung the door open, more than buzzing with annoyance. By the time the door bounced off the wall, I couldn’t remember my own name.

My eyes couldn’t believe what they were seeing. All they could comprehend were soft pale skin, black lace, and long red hair.

I swallowed.

“Took you long enough.” Mallory turned away from the window.

“I … uh …” God, it was like I was a teenager seeing a woman for the first time. “What are you wearing?”

“Oh, this?” Mallory purred, acting all coy. “It’s a little something I asked Anna to pick up for me.”

Little was right. She had on tiny black lace panties that I now could see was a G-string with little silk bows on either side of her hips and a matching baby doll dress. The bow on the front pulled the material over the black bra beneath, which was transparent enough to see her hard, pink nipples.

“I see you got my message,” Mallory said, looking down at the envelope in my hands.

“You returned these to Anna,” I said, recalling the reason I had stormed up here in the first place. “Mallory, I said I didn’t want you doing this.”

“No,” Mallory said, walking around the room to stand in front of me.

I remembered the door was open, and I shut it. I was pissed, but I would be even more so if a brother got a sight of this.

“You said you didn’t want what you said to me to affect my decision.” Mallory looked up at me with those big, brown eyes that were ringed in black makeup that only made their color seem so much brighter. “It hasn’t. I planned on getting rid of them for a while now.”

“Mallory …”

“I love you.”

I stuttered, looking down at the little thing in front of me. I thought she would be shy when she said it, blushing and looking away, but no, she had looked straight into my eyes, and my mind had stalled. She meant it. She truly meant it.

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