Page 110 of Sinful Honor

I nodded at them both, then turned, narrowed my eyes, and stared at Gabe, who scrolled on his phone and had completely checked out.

What an asshole leaving me alone with his brothers.

I turned back, my gaze meeting Cristo’s, who was still staring at me.

Gabe and Cristo kind of looked like brothers, both dark-haired with similar facial structures. Strong, aristocratic nose, and a jaw to die for. The only exception was Gabe’s long hair, beard, and his blue eyes. Out of the three brothers, only Gabe had those.

But where Gabe and Cristo looked similar, Alessandro looked nothing like them.

He looked darker, more rough with the tattoos on his throat and knuckles, and even more sinister. His strong, black brows narrowed in what seemed like a constant half-frown. If I would be scared to the point of losing the ability to breathe meeting Gabe or Cristo in a dark alley, I would probably piss my pants meeting Alessandro.

Defiance reared its head, like always when I met people I was scared of.

No self-preservation at all—that’s what my father always called it.

As far as my therapist was concerned, he called it a defense mechanism. But no matter the name, the scarier the person I met, the sassier I became.

Downright stupid—if I thought about it. Not that thinking about it would stop it. It was like an urge, which grew stronger and stronger until I blurted out the first thing that came to mind.

“Is this the usual face you’re wearing, or are you annoyed at me?”

I could feel Gabe’s head snap up behind me, but I continued to hold Alessandro’s dark eyes, ignoring his menacing scowl.

One.

Two.

Three.

Alessandro raised a single eyebrow in a motion painfully familiar.

They were brothers, alright.

Then the left corner of his mouth slowly stretched upwards until a dimple appeared.

His whole face morphed from serial killer to borderline dark angel.

Holy fuck.

“I like you, Sophie. Especially if you’re like this to my brother, as well.”

“She can even defy you if she’s gagged and trussed up like a turkey. It’s all in the eyes,” Cristo said.

That made Alessandro smirk even more.

Gabe growled behind me, my only warning before he slung his arm around my waist, lifted me onto his lap, scooted into the middle, and dumped me to his left.

The action was smooth and fast. And incredibly possessive.

I stared at him, gaping. “Wha—”

Gabe slipped his hand under my hair, then squeezed my neck and leaned in until his lips touched my ear, and with a low growl, his voice dark and dangerous, he whispered in my ear, “Do not test me.”

He squeezed once more, then let go.

A shiver ran down my spine. I panted.

What was that?

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