He grins, wide and taunting. “Sure am, Doctor Derrière.”
Aubree grunts. “Ew. Tim there?”
“Allegedly,” Minka answers. “I haven’t seen him yet, but Cato said he’s making arrangements to be at dinner. Come to the apartment. I’ll save you some of the potato stuff.”
“Yes!” She starts the car engine and revs until the sound rolls this way. “Daddy Mayor there, too? He’s so sexy for an old guy.”
I drop my head and shake it side to side. “She’s greedy. TimandJustin?”
“One is a fantasy that won’t ever come true,” Felix answers. “The other is her future. She doesn’t get a say in it.”
“Mmhm,” Aubree drawls. “See you in ten.”
“Make it twenty,” Minka orders. Then looking to Felix, she slaps her hand to his chest and makes him stop. “Give us twenty. I need to get this underwear out of my ass.”
He presses his palm to the spot she slapped, but his eyes glitter with menace. “Twenty minutes, then we’re walking in whether you’ve finished or not.”
“Deal.” She tightens her hold on my hand, grinning wildly. Then she takes off down the stairs and forces me to run or fall. “Quick!” She laughs, loud and carefree in a way she so rarely allows herself. “We’re on the clock and I was told there would be sex.”
“For fuck’s sake.” But hell if I don’t drop my head and pump my arms to move faster. “Don’t fall down.” I slap her ass and elicit another squeal of delight. “I’ll fuck you even if you break your legs at this point.”
“Archer!” Cackling, she slams against the wall at the next floor landing, only to turn and keep going. “You’re so gross.”
Happy Holidays!
Timothy Malone III was supposed to be the heir to his father’s mafia empire. But it’s not until Aubree Emeri’s life is threatened that he considers accepting the power he was bred for.
He’ll dowhatever it takesto keep her safe.
Grab Lost Kingdom now to find out what happens next.
“When my cop brother asks, ‘does that boy have a job?’ am I allowed to answer that you’re a killer, or should I let you take the lead on that?”
When he’s a dangerous enforcer, and she’s town’s most protected little sister, sparks fly just as often as the bullets.