Page 150 of Tempting Little Thief

“Oh, please. They’re drunk trust-fund kids, not Mafia heirs.”

I climb over Ander and push out of the car without another word, the others moving to follow.

As we make our way up the path, a few people glance at us from the lawn, and I wonder for a moment if they’ll say something, but they do no more than size us up before turning back to their entertainment for the evening.

We don’t appear completely out of place, all young enough to blend in for the most part, but if you look close enough, there is a stark difference between us and them.

Their biggest problem is what to wear to prom, while ours is, well, unexpected death.

We reach the door and Dom pushes himself in front of me, Ander moving to the back of us while Alto stays firmly at Delta’s side. Bronx loops her arm through mine and as one, we move inside.

The music is heavy, the chatter loud, and the place is full of more people than I expected to see.

A hand slaps out in front of us, blocking our path, and a tall, attractive male meets each of our gazes.

“This is invite only.”

I scoff, and he raises a brow.

My head tugs back. Okay, so maybe they aren’t basic teenagers.

“Seriously?”

His eyes narrow and he settles his gaze on Damiano, deciding the biggest of us all is the boss. “I don’t recognize you, but that doesn’t mean you’re one of them.”

“One of who?” Dom asks, attempting to keep his tone nonchalant, but his hand has already disappeared into his pocket. No telling what kind of weapon he has hidden inside it.

“A Graven.”

Graven. Not Greyson.

Then I remember the tour we did last semester; there was one senior from a school called Graven Prep. It doesn’t click for the others though, and suddenly, Ander and Alto are in front of us, shuffling us back. Then I see her.

Brown hair and pretty pink smile.

Bitch.

“Chloe!” I shout.

She’s laughing, her eyes moving toward where she hears her name, and she freezes, a small frown taking over.

The guy at the door, his muscles lock as he snaps his head over his shoulder, narrowing his eyes at her.

Chloe blushes but clears her throat, now walking this way … with a little too much sway in her hips, in my opinion.

Her gaze slides my way, and I hold it.

One way or another, I’m getting into this fucking party.

Slowly, she nods, facing the guy once more. “I see you’ve met my new friends. Guys, this is Mac.”

Mac doesn’t look at us but keeps frowning at her. “Who said you could bring people?”

They stare at one another, and finally, he shakes his head, walking away, so we step farther into the house.

Chloe frowns. “If anyone else asks, I didn’t get you in here. My name doesn’t hold a lot of weight right now, so you’ll be on your ass fast. I suggest you stay out of trouble.”

“Move.”

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