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“He’s gonna fill you up,” Rebel rasps, biting her lip, “and then it’s my turn.”

She nods, clinging to his neck and panting in his ear. Blindly, she reaches to the other side and grabs Ruin’s arm, pulling him closer. “You, too,” she cries out, digging her nails into his flesh. “I, a-ah, need you to—” she gasps and grinds her hips, muttering and moaning as I drive harder into her heat. Ruin turns her face back toward him and stares into her half-lidded eyes, groaning weakly as his cock jumps against his stomach. A burst of semen pours from the tip, and his shoulders curve inward as he comes early—way too fucking early, but we’ll work on that—gasping behind his mask. He reaches up and claws at the clasps, breaking one as he snaps the mask in half at the nose and throws the bottom half away. Celia reaches up and cups his scarred cheek, a smile playing on her lips for a split second before I slam home and derail her entire being, tearing a high-pitched scream from her throat. Her nails scrape his cheek, drawing blood, and that’s what does him in more than anything else that’s happened this morning.

Ruin grits his teeth as cum shoots from his cock, striping Celia’s neck and tits in streaks of white. Ahugefucking load, going on long enough that I come, too, filling up our girl’s pretty pussy with a groan that I can feel in my bones. I’ve barely finished when Rebel is shoving me aside and crawling on top of Celia for his turn.

As he thrusts, he bites onto her neck and moans, his shoulder muscles rippling as he pumps in and out of her nice and slow. I know he’s trying to hold on, but it’s pointless.

She feels like Heaven every time.

“You’re gonna come for me, right?” Celia’s gentle voice washes over me, and I do a double-take as she brushes her palms up and down Rebel’s back in soothing strokes. Ruin’s blood smears over Rebel’s shoulder, but neither Rebel or Celia notices. They’re too wrapped up in each other.

Rebel moans, a soft sound that can’t be real. I have to be imagining it. But then he does it again, and Celia kisses him with the brightest smile. “That’s it, baby,” she cries, pushing her tits into his chest, “God, you’re such a good boy, coming for me—filling me up—” Her voice breaks off on a whine that’s breathtakingly beautiful. I commit it to memory and know that each of my brothers is doing the exact same—memorizing every detail of this moment.

Our girl isoursin every way imaginable.

Rebel convulses over her, crying out as his hips jerk into the cradle of her thighs. “Fuck, baby, yes, I’m coming so hard for you,” he moans, thrusting deep. He collapses and she’s quick to wrap him up, holding him as close to her body as possible.

The tiniest flare of jealousy fires inside my heart, but it’s gone as soon as it’s born, because my girl is smiling up at me so beautifully that I know she’s going to be okay.

We’re all going to be okay.

Chapter 22

Thanatos

It only takesten minutes after Rage suddenly leaves our latest crime scene for me to decide to follow him to Celia’s house. I idle in her driveway in the cold night air, contemplating my next move.

I shouldn’t be here.

I should be tracking a killer.

Yet here I am… aching for a chance to see her again.

Our morning trainings have been long and arduous, testing my own limits as much as hers. I’ve never wanted someone so badly while simultaneously knowing that she’s bad for me.

So, so fucking bad for me.

She’s bad for all of us—nothing but trouble wrapped in an expensive cashmere and silk satin. It’s no wonder my dad wants to kill her. Maybe he’s obsessed like the rest of us, unable to look away despite the inevitable train wreck on the horizon. She can’treallybe okay with sharing her body with all three of my brothers. Something’s going to break them apart. She’ll pick a favorite, or Rage will take over and demand that she’sonlyhis, or Rebel will laugh while he drives her over a cliff for the thrill of the fall.

I stare at the sleek sports car beside me in the driveway, knowing exactly who gave it to her and why. Rebel’s never been what I would callsubtle.The car is proof of that. And if he’s falling for her? Truly head-over-heels lovestruck?

He’s going to do something impulsive.

I just don’t know what to expect.

Spending five years away has taken its toll on my relationship with my brothers. Rage is easy enough to understand—we’re the closest in age, and after my step-mother passed away and our father skipped town, we both took up the mantle to take care of our younger brothers. But Rebel and Ruin are another story, born from the chaos sewn by missing parents and a fucked-up past. Ruin in particular, I know very little about other than the pieces I’ve put together from the stories on the streets.

None of them are pretty, likening him to a monster more than a man. Carving up bodies for fun and muttering to himself as he tears sinew apart with his bare hands.

I can’t fully blame those tendencies on our father’s shit parenting. Ruin has always had a fondness for blood. It’s what tipped my dad off in the first place. The monikerdemondidn’t come from the bullies on the playground—it passed our father’s lips when Ruin was still in elementary school and going by his birth name.

Sometimes, I think that all the tragedy in our lives comes from our names. My brothers chose theirs after gaining a reputation within the bratva, but my name was given to me by my mother, a women I hardly remember.Thanatos, a reference to the grim reaper in Greek mythology. I track my targets much like I imagine Death himself would—it’s the one thing that Ruin and I have in common, aside from the beatings our father used to give us.

We both know how to end a life efficiently.

It’s why I don’t understand his fascination with Celia. She’s not a target for him to pursue. He doesn’t get to shove his knife between her ribs and watch the light leave her eyes. But something is keeping him interested, just like something is keepingmeinterested.

Maybe we have more in common than I thought.

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