Page 15 of The Shadow King's Brother

“Tuvio, I didn’t just call you for no reason. I knew you were in town and wanted to ask you something.” Her voice is steady but sharp. “Do you know anything about the initials B.C.? It could be a company—maybe something called the Broad Corporation—but I’m not sure.”

She strides over to the computer, opening a folder and gesturing for him to come closer.

“Look at these expenses from the De Lucas to them. It’s strange. And there’s no trace of the company. I think it might be a front.”

“Like money laundering?” I ask.

Nica nods.

Tuvio’s expression flickers—just for a second. The warmth in his eyes dims, replaced by something unreadable. “Maybe it’s... I don’t know. I’ll get my people on it.” He shrugs.

Is he acting suspiciously? Or just surprised? Everyone seems suspicious today. Even my own reflection feels off.

He claps both of our shoulders. “Children, I just remembered—I have something to take care of. Gotta run. You two take it easy, huh?”

“Wanna stay and eat?” Nica offers.

“No, I got some stuff to do. Sorry, sweetie. I’ll call you about that company. Broad Company, was it?” he grunts.

“Broad Corporation,” Nica corrects.

“Yes, yes,” he mutters, and with a final nod, he walks out. The door clicks shut behind him.

That was quick. Too quick.

My shoulders tense, the muscles knotting up like ropes. I rub them, trying to release the tightness. My fingers move to my temples, pressing into the bone as the familiar throbbing pain builds behind my eyes.

I look at her. “That was weird, right?”

She exhales, meeting my gaze. “It’s been a long day,” she murmurs. “We’re all… wired.”

“Tell me about it.”

My fingers press harder against my temples, trying to keep the headache at bay.Nica turns to me, her expression softening. “Want me to help you release some… pressure?”

She knows me too well. She knows what I need, even when I don’t.

A slow, predatory grin spreads across my face. “What did you have in mind?”

“I’ll show you.”

We move toward each other, slow, deliberate, eyes locked. My fingers trace the curve of her jaw, tilting her face up before I claim her lips in a kiss that’s been burning between us since we sat down to eat.

She pushes me back against the wall near the door, her hands skimming over my skin, her mouth trailing heat along my neck.

A pang hits me deep—a hunger, raw and buried, my darkness stirring.

Her eyes meet mine, blazing with need. Those eyes that undo me every damn time. And that mouth.

I fist the back of her hair, pulling her closer, devouring her. Her lips part, and I feel the sharp inhale before her hand tightens against my back, pressing us flush together. My tongue meets hers, slow and demanding, making sure she feels just how badly I need her.

She’s drives me crazy.

Leaning back, she slides her blouse down, giving me a full view of her breasts. She takes my hands, guiding them over the smooth skin of her chest, pulling me back into another searing kiss.

The heat between us is electric, ready to detonate—her dark, wild hair, those full, irresistible lips, her perfectly imperfect body. I wrap my arm around her waist, pulling her tight, lifting her in one swift motion. She wraps her legs around me, straddling me in the air.

I can feel how wet she is through the thin fabric of her knickers. My hand glides up her thigh, savoring every inch of her. I take her in, letting my eyes rest on her—her long, muscular legs wrapped tightly around me, her head tilted back, unapologetic and confident in her body.

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