Page 177 of SINS & Riley
So much goddamn want.
She is mine. And I will never let her go.
Hell—I’d torch the whole fucking world just to light the gold flecks in her eyes.
But I don’t say any of that.
I simply rasp, “Yes.”
“That’s nice.” Smoke clears his throat, eyes narrowing. “Does she know you’re Zver?”
Shit.
I shake my head, heavy with regret. “No.”
“No?” they all echo in full-on disbelief.
“What was the point? If I was going to die—and it sure as hell looked inevitable—why tell her?”
Enzo tsks, smoke curling from his grin. “You’ve got a lot to learn about women. Trust me—honesty and communication are right up there with nut waxing and date nights watching Magic Mike. Mandatory. Painful. But skip it, and you’re fucked.”
Dillon drops my mask to his face, Russian accent thick and mocking. “So very, very fucked.”
I hold up a hand, staring. “Are we just going to gloss over the fact that Enzo waxes his nuts?”
He waggles his brows, hand gliding between his legs. “For her pleasure.”
We all gag.
Then a woman’s voice cuts through—clear, angelic, and so breathtakingly beautiful, my heart stops. “You’re up.”
It isn’t Pom.
It’s the other woman I love.
57
DANTE
“Trinity.”
I breathe her name as my sister—my only sister—steps into the room.
Of everyone I gutted with my death, I know her cut was the deepest.
She’s carried enough pain since her attack to break a hundred men. And now I’ve added to that burden.
There’s no way to explain it away. Not that I won’t try—I owe her that.
And I’m about to when her hand lifts. I brace for the slap I deserve.
Instead, she musses my hair. “I’m very mad at you, mister.”
Okay…
She doesn’t sound mad. She sounds… cutesy.
“Huh?”
