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But if that statement doesn’t sum this situation up, nothing does.

Chapter Two

Xander

My face is jammed into Eddie’s sister’s tits, and if that doesn’t guarantee my death on the lucky day all three of us get out of this alive, I’m not sure what else would.

And because I’m sometimes an idiot when it comes to nice tits, I burrow in farther. “Eddie can’t kill me twice,” I mumble, liking the way her breath catches when I press a careful kiss to the side of one swell.

“Maybe not, but, um, maybe we should talk about this?” Cece says, panic lacing her tone. So getting kidnapped has her cool as a cucumber, but her brother’s best friend nuzzling her tits has her freaking out? That means she likes what I’m doing. I can work with that.

“What’s there to talk about? Nothing’s changed. We’re all still locked in a trunk together,” I say, trying to shove aside more of the fabric pinned around her legs.

“Yeah, but you’re the heir to the triad, right?”

This stalls my attempt to get more of her skin under my fingers. “What of it?”

“And Liam, you’re the Irish mob heir, right?”

Liam grunts, not wasting words when an animal sound would suffice.

“This isn’t good.”

“If they’d caught Eddie, we’d be a full set,” I say, figuring out what she’s getting at.

“If they’d caught Eddie, we’d be dealing with an outsider,” she says instead of agreeing with me.

“How so?” Liam demands.

“It’s not important,” she says, her breath tickling the hairs on the top of my head. “What’s important is that we’re dealing with somebody who has knowledge about not one family, but all the families. They must have known you two were on your way to Eddie’s bachelor party.”

“Whoever it is, they’ll die for this,” Liam says, and I try to nod, forgetting that the movement just has my face rubbing against Cece’s soft skin. Which, all things considered, isn’t such a bad fuck up. She smells like something heady and deep, a scent that would cling to my sheets and make me hard every time I caught a whiff.

The thought alone makes me hard. Which is pretty damn awkward, as I’m locked in a trunk with my best friend’s baby sister and my other best friend’s bony ass digging into my spine.

Cece doesn’t notice, what with all the fluff between the two of us. And something about a hard on rubbing against her shins is epically unsexy, so I guess it’s a blessing in disguise.

Unknowing of my internal struggle, Cece responds to Liam. “Obviously they’re going to die. Even so, this isn’t your run-of-the-mill kidnapping. This is serious.”

“So, what do we do about it?” I ask, the car jostling us all, my shoulders and elbows smacking the top and bottom of the car as it levels out again. The pain reduces my hard on. Some. “I mean, besides hunt the bastards down once we’re free.”

“Get me a gun and put me at the front of the line,” Cece says, and I’m even more intrigued. Not freaked out by the unknown and ready to jump into the bloodshed? With one hell of a pair oftits? If I imagine my dream woman, those traits would be right at the top of my list.

Liam scoffs again, and I can almost hear Cece rolling her eyes at him. “I’ll bet you a grand I’m a better shot than you are,” she says.

Liam laughs this time. “Fine, princess. I’ll take your money if you’re so willing to throw it away.”

“I’m not a goddamn princess. And when we get out of here, I’d be happy to prove it to you,” she responds.

“And I’ll watch the show,” I say, taking another whiff of the woman like a creep. What is it about her?

I try to remember what Eddie’s baby sister looked like, and all I’ve got is a tiny spitfire with eyes ready to kill. Which was probably weird on an elementary schooler, but hey, our world fucks up the best of us. When Eddie’s big brother disappeared in the middle of the night, nobody in that family took it well. They lost their heir and the heart of the next generation of Rodriguez cartel kids in one fell swoop. Add a dead mom, and yeah. Of course she was ready to do some damage to the world. It’s not like it was on her side.

What I never would have guessed, though, is that the same angry girl would end up stuffed in a trunk with me. And I sure as shit shouldn’t be sniffing her cleavage like an addict.

Eddie’s as loyal as they come. I don’t want to fuck that up, no matter how sweet his sister smells. Or the way she’s oscillating between cool and furious while locked in a trunk. Girl’s got steel ovaries, that’s for sure.

I guess that hasn’t changed.

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