Page 9 of The Triplets and the Blonde

Ch. 4 Aiden and the blonde

Anger coursed throughmy veins. She was trouble, I knew it. I knew it from the moment she stepped into my office. I was on the phone, but I couldn’t hear a word my grandfather was saying. I only saw her. The defiance was evident from the lack of pigtails. I should have sent her away at that moment.

Instead I showed her exactly where our safe was. How had someone as beautiful and captivating as her become a thief? Ha, it probably helped. I was even fooled.

She kicked at Jason. He held on tight but she had too much fight in her. I sighed and pulled a cloth from my hand. It wasn’t my style to chloroform women, but she was too feisty.

“You know that can cause damage to the brain, liver and kidneys?” Jason asked.

I pressed the cloth to her face. “She’ll be fine.”

She slumped down. Her luscious hair fell in waves down her face. Good, I didn’t need to be put into a trance again.

Since she stopped struggling, Derek was able to carry her alone. He cradled her like something precious. Shit, I had seen that look before on him. Not often, but every once in a while he would get a fascination with a girl. He was having it with this one. We couldn’t afford for him to catch feelings. Or any of us I reminded myself.

“How did you track her down so easily?” Jason asked. His hands had blood on them. She must have been bleeding from somewhere.

“Pat. He used his connections to find out where you would go if you wanted something stolen. Apparently Kira the finder as she calls herself, is easy to find.” I wiped more blood from my nose.

We got in the car and Jason got in the back seat with Derek and the girl. Apparently they both wanted to keep an eye on her. Shit, Jason was looking at her all dewy-eyed.

Yes, she was the most gorgeous woman I had ever seen and her attitude made her even more captivating, but we had to stay focused. My brothers were not going to like what I was going to suggest when we got home.

Derek carried her into the house and Pat came rushing over. Of course he did. That man had a heart of gold. He cared so much about everyone. It was one of the best things about him.

“Boss, is she okay? Did she really steal? She needs medical attention.” Pat wiped a tear from his eye.

“No doctor for her. Maybe she will talk if she is in a little bit of pain.” I took a handkerchief from my pocket and handed it to him.

He blew his nose and wiped at his face again. Luckily it wasn’t the one covered in chloroform.

“Get the cell ready,” I demanded.

“Cell?” Jason and Derek asked simultaneously.

We had a cell in our basement. It always seemed barbaric to me. I remembered when I was young my grandfather used to keep people in there. He always said it was for people he would soon put on trial. That was the thing about being Elite, we got to be judge and juror. Those were his words, not mine. I didn’t think it was fair, but he did.

In all the times I remembered he held someone for trial, I only remembered one outcome. Death. It was the way things were. Even though we still had an American government most people didn’t know that. It was kept secret. That way Elite’s could run their countries and America could be defended by a military no one knew existed. It was the perfect balance.

That was unless you consider that Elite’s decided who lived and who died. I knew what Jason and Derek were thinking when I suggested putting this woman in the cell. Death. Ha, like I would allow that. No matter how much I hated her for stealing from us, I wouldn’t kill her. Well, probably not.

“No,” they both said.

“No? Are you two kidding? Listen, she needs to talk and if she won’t then she will go on trial.” I yanked the woman from Derek’s arms before he did something stupid.

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