Page 126 of Outcast

Matías was teaching the oldest girls how to tell the good wines from the poor and how to order like old money. Something that was natural to his fancy-ass upbringing, but boring as hell to the girls.

I was the favorite and I couldn't pass up a chance at rubbing it in his face.

The bastards had even started running workshops.

Parker taught art history, bringing in stolen art from his heists for giggles. Grey taught offensive fighting. Lafe, as much as he hated the drug business, taught them how to tell legit drugs from knockoffs. He didn't approve, but at the same time, he knew it was invaluable information. Not so much to prevent the girls from being drugged, but to help them drug others. His class paired nicely with the poisons class.

Then Andre ran a class on building a spy network.

The girls loved that.

In fact, the classes were such a hit, we had a special set of workshops next month. A week-long group of intensive zooms from some contacts of the bastards.

A hacker, an ex-FBI agent–I was dying to know how he was hooked up with this group, a chef, and for lack of a better term, a serial killer. The kicker was, Rita said the serial killer was a woman.

I might sit in on that course and see what she had to teach.

And the one from the chef. Rita said he was also covering crime scene cleanup.

The day flew by, and the girls ate up the class like a treat. Molly was the best and most naturally inclined, but I never doubted she would be. She was Rita's favorite for a reason.

Rita texted me, letting me know she'd gone home early and her and Matías would see me there.

I took my bike, and headed straight to Matías' Goliath of a house. Our house now according to him.

We'd also started training some of our men for security work so they could provide as efficient of a detail as the bastards' guys.

I acknowledged the two men who were visible from the front door, and punched my code in. Toeing off my shoes, I called, "Honey, I'm home!"

"In here!" Rita called.

Making my way to Matías' office, I pulled off my T-shirt. If I played my cards right, flexed my abs just right, then I could talk Rita into an early dessert. For me.

I came around the corner and froze.

Matías was on his knees, a hand on Rita's ankle as he licked up her calf.

Rita had her special shoes on, but only the toes wereplaced on Matías' shoulder. I swallowed as I let my gaze move up the rest of her body. A skintight skirt with a high slit up the thigh of the leg she rested on Matías. A tight button down blouse, with several buttons undone to show her cleavage.

Her wild curls had been slightly tamed with half pulled back into a bun. A few tendrils framed her face and black, sharp-rimmed glasses rested on the end of her nose.

"You're late." She pursed her blood-red lips.

Holy fuck, was she hot, dressed like the wettest dream of every man.

"We had to get started without you." She slapped the ruler I hadn't even noticed in her hand across her palm.

"Sorry," I muttered because I couldn't muster anything louder than that. The room intensified in heat as I stepped inside and shut the door behind me.

"On your knees." She pointed her ruler to the spot next to Matías.

"Yes, Ms. Aguilar." I found my grin even though my face was burning. Shit, I was just the right height too. On my knees, I could bury my nose right in her pussy.

In just my jeans, I got down on my knees next to Matías. Her good boys waiting to do whatever she asked of us.

He didn't glance at me, keeping his gaze on Rita. Of all of us, he loved role play the best. It was such a kink for him. I didn’t even think he realized he liked it before I introduced it with a spare police outfit from one of our guys Rita had worked with Andre to get onto the force.

He was my size and I wanted to have some fun. When he found out, he'd scoffed and told me to keep it.

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