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“You filthy fucking girl,” he whispers, going faster. “Look at you, you’re outside, and suddenly all you want is to ride my fingers in public. Someone’s going to see, and they’ll know that you really are a dirty fucking girl and you always have been. You pretend like you’re so good, but we both know the truth. When you’re with me, you’re my dirty fucking slut. Now beg me for it, baby.”

“Tigran, please, don’t stop,” I gasp, my back arching. “I need it, baby, please, I need it.” The fear, the danger, the pleasure—it’s all hitting me hard. I don’t know why I’m doing this, but it’s like something’s shattering in my chest. He’s breaking it, destroying the barriers, the armor, the layers, all the shit I’ve piled aroundme, all the little mannerisms and beliefs I’ve used to hide myself away all these years. He’s wrecking them with a hammer, and I love him for it.

“That’s right, baby, come for me,” he murmurs in my ear as his fingers plunge in deep and his palm grinds against my clit. “When you’re done, I’ll make you suck them clean, you dirty fucking girl, and then you’ll walk around the rest of this park with filthy and ruined panties like a good little slut.”

Oh, fuck. That does it. My back arches as I shatter on his hand, coming hard, coming like the flood that will finally wash me away and leave me someone new. Leave me shivering, but not alone. Because I have him.

“Tigran,” I moan, twitching and out of control. He doesn’t stop until I regain some of my senses, and true to his word, he flips his hand from between my legs and buries his fingers in my mouth.

I lick them clean.

“Good girl,” he praises, his expression filled with longing and devotion.

We emerge from the trees holding hands. I’m feeling weak and dizzy, and he’s beaming like a dark prince. The old man reading his paper frowns at us, and I wonder if he heard any of that.

Probably. I wasn’t quiet.

Tigran talks about normal things—about what we’ll have for dinner, about visiting Roman and Lena and Arsen again, about taking me back to our room and fucking me senseless. Poor man is probably hard as hell and aching for release.

Which I’ll happily, greedily give him.

But as we turn to walk toward the car, Alexan appears jogging toward us on the path. His face is grim, and Tigran instantly steps closer to me, one arm wrapped protectively across my shoulders, on high alert for threats.

“What’s going on?” Tigran barks.

“We’re safe, don’t worry,” Alexan says, slowing his approach. “But we found him, and I thought you’d want to know right away.”

Tigran tenses. I feel him looking at me. He’s not happy, but this must be important. I gently touch his arm. “Go ahead,” I say, nudging him. “It’s okay. Go talk.”

He grunts but doesn’t let me go. “Say it in front of my wife.”

Alexan hesitates, glancing at me, and only shrugs. “We found Oisin McGrath.”

Tigran doesn’t move. I feel my heart in my throat. That must be the other twin—and that means more danger, more killing, more blood and shuddering.

That means my husband is going to do something reckless.

“Then we’ll kill him tonight,” Tigran says, a vicious gleam in his eyes, and I feel a new fear slip over me.

The terror of losing someone who matters.

Chapter 25

Tigran

The house is like any other in this shitty neighborhood. Half the windows are boarded up, and the rest are covered over with newspaper. The whole block is one of those bombed-out wrecks the city forgot about and left to crumble and fend for itself. They’re all over Baltimore, festering deep in the most impoverished sections, and I always thought we could do better—find some way to clean them up. But that’s not Baltimore, and it’s not my problem.

Arsen is quiet in the passenger seat. Alexan is behind the wheel, and I’m in the back. I can’t remember the last time my brother came out on a job like this. Definitely not since Roman was born. We decided as an organization a while back that thepatronwas too important to risk, so now Arsen spends most of his time behind a desk and back in safety.

But I know it bothers him. Even if we’re not blood relatives, we were still raised by the same vicious, ruthless bastard, and he’s got the darkness in him too.

“We should rush it with all our strength,” Arsen says softly, watching the still night. There’s movement out front as a lookoutchanges position on the front stoop. The young kid is half asleep and probably getting paid in dope. “No reason to do this quietly.”

“We don’t want to risk the product.” According to Alexan’s sources, this is where some of the drugs the McGraths stole ended up. “And I really only care about Oisin.”

“You don’t have to go inside.” Arsen twists around and watches me carefully. “We have plenty of manpower.”

“They tried to kill my wife,” I say softly, meeting my brother’s gaze. He holds it, jaw working, and I know he wants to argue. If his life is worth preserving, then mine should be too. I’m an important member of the Brotherhood. So much of our day-to-day operations flow through me.

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