Page 84 of Tempting Little Thief

“Both,” the brothers answer in unison.

I just discovered the “brothers” part tonight, but it makes sense. They’re the same height, same build, dark hair and dark eyes to match, only one’s skin is a single shade lighter than the other’s.

“How did you find out about this place?”

Don’t say my pretty little thing, or I might have to—

“A contract girl.”

Rocklin rolls her eyes, and a frown builds over my brow. Reluctantly, I release her, moving to lean on the crate at her side.

I face forward, looking into James Bond’s eyes when he glares from her to me before meeting the brother’s gaze who’s closest to me. “And that is?”

“A chick we vet, hook up with for a while, and then let go of.” The one with the knot on the side of his head shrugs. “She ditched us one night, said she was going to an event, so we followed her to make sure she wasn’t meeting up with someone else. Led us here.”

“Who was she?”

“I’d have to look it up. Been a couple months now,” he says.

The other one adds, “Name was white girl basic. Chelsea or Clair or something.”

Chelsea, Clair …

No …

I raise a brow, guessing, “Chloe?”

I feel Rocklin look to me, but I stay focused.

“Yeah. Daughter of some guy our guardian knows. That’s how we met her. Went with Sai on some security situation, and he told us to wait outside. Wasn’t long before she pulled up in a little red convertible.” He smiles and his brother looks to him with a matching one. “Remember that one time—”

“I know who she is,” I cut off their bullshit. “Is she the one who told you to ask me if you could fight here?”

Oh, Blond Boy doesn’t like the sound of that, he’s all beefed up, pulling the dominant card on his little soldiers—facing them head-on, chin lifted.

The one with the broken rib lifts a finger. “That was my idea.”

The way the other one snaps his head his way tells me he’s covering for his brother. I’d bet he’s the oldest.

“Kenex,” says Rocklin, and then she points to the other. “Kylo.”

Kylo is the one I brought out. The odd fucker grinned at me when I put my blade against his chin and climbed in the car like it was nothing.

“You did all this, showed up in our space, took one of our people, cut into our government-grade security surveillance because heasked you to fight?” Blond Asshole clips.

I run through my brain for this punk’s name, replaying every word from mine and Rocklin’s conversation, if you could call it that, and come up with it.

Damiano.

Dom.

“Tell me something,Dom.” I cock my head. “Do the people at your little poker tables know they’re trading real cash for fake cash?”

His face falls.

Yeah, I saw the swap.

Yeah, I know that’s the fucking point.

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