Page 6 of Lie to Me

Hell, in the goddamn country. My older brother will take over for him one day and I’ll be his second in command. Which also means that if anything were to ever happen to him, it would be up to me to step up in his place, while my younger brother, Enzo, would step into mine.

The kid might only be twelve-years-old, but I can already tell he’s going to be an absolute nightmare. He’s already fascinated by what we do and has already started begging to come out with us on jobs. Our dad waited until we were fifteen to start inducting us into the business—even though it was all basic shit at that age, I didn’t make my first kill until I was seventeen—and I can tell he’ll have a hell of a time keeping Enzo on a leash until then.

Luckily, our dad also made a tradition to buy us our own apartment when we turned eighteen, so I don’t have to deal withthe backlash of Enzo not getting his own way anymore. I love him to death, but he’s a handful.

My phone buzzes on the counter and it’s honestly embarrassing how quickly I grab for it and swipe to see the message.

Sloane

I haven’t been waiting for you to text me.

That text really shouldn’t make me as happy as it does. We’re only asking for trouble, yet I can’t seem to stop my fingers from typing out a reply.

I didn’t think you would be.

Her reply comes instantly.

Sloane

Your turn, Romano.

Fuck it. I’ve spent my whole life being the perfect son. What’s one little fuck up in the form of a little blonde spitfire that has me feeling more than I’ve ever felt in my life from only one encounter?

That’s my reasoning as my fingers fly across the keyboard, eager to reply to her.

I haven’t thought about you once, O’Brien. And I definitely don’t want to see you again.

Sloane and I have texted with each other every single day for two weeks. I used to wonder what the hell people found to talk about when they texted with someone so much, but now I get it. We talk about everything and nothing.

I haven’t taken the step to see her in person, though, and she hasn’t mentioned it, either. It’s like we’re living in this weird limbo where we know it’d be stupid to continue on like this, but we both can’t stop.

It’s addictive.

She’s addictive.

It’s late Saturday night and I’m at home in bed, because I’m anti-social as fuck, when my cell chimes with an incoming message. I ignore it, knowing it’s probably Luca wanting me to pick his drunk ass up. But when it goes off again, I know I need to check it. I roll over and grab the phone. My heart pounds when I see that it isn’t my brother, but Sloane instead.

I figured she’d be asleep already. We spoke this morning and she told me she was spending the day with her brother, Finn, but other than that, we haven’t texted.

Sloane

Ever notixe how annoyin clubs are with the smoke machines? Pisses me odf

Considering this girl is smart as hell and usually texts me using full words, never using an abbreviation, I’m gonna go ahead and assume she’s been drinking.

Where are you?

Sloane

whyyyy

Where the fuck are you, Sloane?

Sloane

Vixens

On my way.

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