Page 20 of The Forbidden Note

“The fact that you put fun and funeral in the same sentence is already a bad sign,” Finn says dryly, eyes never leaving his book.

“Not helping, Finny.”

Finn looks up at me with a hard stare. “Don’t call me that.”

I grin.

The one thing I love most in the world—more than beautiful girls getting on their knees for me, more than a sweet drum solo with sweat rolling down my back, more than Miss Jamieson shooting fire from her eyes and telling me to back the hell off…

Okay, not that last one.

Miss Jamieson raining hellfire on me, those plump lips mashing together, just begging for me to plunder them is theonlything I love more than messing with my brothers.

“Fine.” Dutch glowers at me. “But nothing crazy.”

“Would you define strippers bursting out of a casket as ‘crazy’?”

“Zane,” Dutch growls.

I smirk. “Got it. Keep it tasteful.”

“Respectful,” Dutch snaps. “Viola’s having a hard time. I don’t want her to be in even more pain after the service is over.”

“Look at him being a dad.” I point a proud finger in Dutch’s direction.

Finn just rolls his eyes.

My phone rings.

“Damn,” I hiss under my breath.

“What?” Dutch arches a brow.

“It’s Sol.” I show them the phone. “I told him we’re back in town, and he’s coming over.”

Finn sits straight up, a worried look crossing his face.

I stare at Dutch next. It was his idea to leave Sol out of the wedding. There’s something weird going on between those two. And since Sol is like a brother to us, the only thing that could cause friction is Cadey.

Should have figured this would happen when I saw how obsessed my twin was with both ‘Redhead’ and Cadence Cooper.

I love my brother.

But I know he’d plunge a knife in our backs for Cadey’s sake.

He’d find a way to bring us back from the dead—even if it meant going down to hell himself. But he’d still shove the knife in.

“He’s going to be pissed,” I mutter.

Finn rubs the back of his neck.

“Let him,” Dutch says casually.

I scowl in response. “We don’t do this, Dutch. We don’t fight over girls.”

“She’s not a girl. She’smy wife.”

“So you’ve said.” My eyebrows crash together. I didn’t like the thought of leaving Sol out of the loop. Now that the moment of reckoning is upon us, it feels like an even worse decision.

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