Page 69 of Tempting Little Thief

“Fuck’s goin’ on?” Kenex finishes, his shirt torn down to the waist, nothing but his collar intact.

“What happened, dear Grecos?” Delta cocks her head, Ander coming up at her back in that exact moment, his arms looping around her.

Ander smirks. “Someone walk in on something they shouldn’t have?”

“You mean on something thatshouldn’t havehappened?!” Kylo hops to his feet, glaring at Delilah—because his brother is faultless, of course. “Today was my day. He had her yesterday.”

But his eyes quickly grow sharp, and that self-assuredness that gets them into trouble takes over. He lets his arms fall,his chin lifting as his shoulders seem to widen, and Delilah takes an involuntary step forward.

My arm shoots out, stopping her from advancing, and Kylo’s eyes narrow.

This is their favorite part of the game: the let-go.

The dismissal.

When the rule is broken, so is the girl and the rule isalwaysbroken.

They see to that themselves, always with a new twist, of course.

Not this time.

We may or may not have reiterated to Delilah about this part, but then again …

“You knew the terms before you played with these pups.” I look to her. “You took my deal, which ends theirs. Your little contract is now void.”

Delilah faces the boys again, frowning. “But he’s—”

“But he’s calling you to him without a single word leaving his lips? I know.” I push off the wall, moving toward the duo. “But that’s because the Grecos are predators, Delilah. They like to hunt, and once they find the sweet, vanilla girl they are searching for, they turn her inside out. Make you crave things you never even knew existed … right before dismissing you. So have some grace and go.”

While the girl does hesitate it’s only for a moment, and then she’s gone.

I turn to the boys, pinning them with a warning glare. “If you want us to allow you to bring your little contract playthings into this space, stop sneaking off at night if you can’t show up the next day bright-eyed and ready. Stop messing with Saylor. Stop trying to occupy Jasper so you can do God knows what—you’re risking someone slipping where they don’t belong by doing this—andstoptrying to traumatize Sasha. The last thing she needs to see is my girl on all fours between her men. Do it again, and they won’t allow you to watch anymore.”

Both boys give a curt nod and behind me, I hear Delta and Ander’s footsteps carrying them away.

“Go.”

My eyes slide toward Bronx, who tugs the younger Greco closer by his torn collar. “Go,” she whispers this time. “I’ll take care of this.”

Nodding, I look to the two, unable to hold in my frown. “Don’t forget, B, this is still a punishment.”

Bronx’s smile is more heard than seen. “Oh, I’m aware.”

I don’t stick around to see what happens next but head back up to my wing to finish off the so far useless pile of papers waiting for me.

Bronx found very little on my … on Bastian.

So little, in fact, all we know for sure is his name is real, his father is dead, and his mother isn’t. He said he had no parents, so there could be cause for concern there, but I can name a solid dozen people at Greyson Prep who claim the same, even though their families show up for most of their allotted visits.

Despite the lack of a paper trail on him, though, Bronx figured she would find what she needed from the car, but, of course, the DMV had no record of it. In the end, she was able to track his car via satellite by going back to the time and place we knew he was and seeing where he went from there. She found out where he resides.

He stays in Brayshaw, a place Calvin knows well, located nearly two hours north of here. It’s a town our name holds no weight in, but even so, it doesn’t rival our own. The family there runs a solo operation of sorts. Basically, they want nothing to do with our world and keep to their own problems.

Which means Bastian Bishop is what he said he was.

A nobody who does morally gray work.

It’s both a best- and worst-case scenario.

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