Page 9 of Snowed in with the Billionaires

Chapter Six

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Kaiser

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There aren’t many timeswe’re surprised by a turn of events. No, actually that’s incorrect. We’ve never been unsettled by a turn of events in our entire lives.

Anticipating the next move is second nature to all three of us. Staying three steps ahead is what made us the men we are today—insanely fucking rich and dangerously powerful.

We take everything in and give nothing away. But this unknown dark-haired siren standing in our kitchen, peeling potatoes, took us by complete and utter surprise. For one crazy moment, at least.

She’s nothing like the woman we’re accustomed to—polished, sophisticated, confident—who can hold their own in any situation while they take over the world.

She’s different in that she sucker punched us in the fucking nuts with just one glance at her. A complete fucking first for us.

Also, apparently, she’s our girlfriend—collectively ours. Last time I checked, my best friends and business partners, Tristan Dane and Ren Knight—men I would die for—and I had no such thing as a girlfriend simply because we don’t do the whole dating thing. Oh, we fuck, but the women we take to our bed know the conditions and usually have their own as well. It’s all mutually understood. So this is an enormous surprise.

In fact, her presence rattles us so much, she distracts us from the fact that our whole extended family has just crashed our weekend at the cabin where we pay tribute to Louie Banks.

While the woman who adopted us, Camilla Banks, was kind and gentle and taught us the finer things in life, it had been her brother, Louie Banks, an ex-military guy, who taught us how to be calm on the surface but ruthless beneath.

This had been his cabin. Snow Rock. He’d bring us here every year around this time, just to catch our breath, he used to say. And when we were older, we’d enjoy a fine bottle of whiskey with him.

He made us promise that once a year we would come to Snow Rock, catch our breath, drink fine whiskey, and remember him. We’ve been doing this for the last four years in a row.

And this is what we walk into in year five.

This is exactly something Tanya, our adopted sister, would pull off. There isn’t anything in the world we wouldn’t do for her. The instant we found out her husband raised his hand to her... well... suffice to say no one knows where he is right now.

We knew we needed to make up for lost time with the family. We planned to do it after our weekend here at the cabin. A hostile takeover, with the backing of the fucking Irish mob on the opposition side, is a little time-consuming. Yeah, those bastards had no issue bringing guns into our boardroom, so we had to show them who was boss. They were stubborn but handed over their business in the end.

The instant Tina introduces her as our girlfriend, I know for a fact that Tristan, Ren, and I were thinking of the same thing. Do we know her? Did we fuck her? Is she looking to blackmail us? Is she pregnant and looking to blackmail us? Is she an assassin? Will she wrap her pretty thighs around our necks and strangle us to death in the middle of the night? We should be so lucky. I can’t help but grin at the image.

Well, we could definitely rule out having her in our bed or breeding her. There is no way any of us had this woman beneath us and then forgot she existed. No fucking way at all. So is she here to kill us? Poison our food? We’d have to feed her some of it first, just to make sure. That should be a blast.

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