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I want to laugh at how easily he let us into his carefully guarded world. Look at the great and powerful Belen Drakos simping over a woman.

Dumb fucker.

He was so wracked with grief that it made him an easy target. For my mother, this arrangement is about money. But for my brothers and me, it’s about revenge. We’re here because of what Belen did to our father ten years ago. Belen doesn’t know it, but we’re coming for his empire.

And his little girl.

ChapterFour

OPHELIA

I suddenly hate moussaka,even though it’s my favorite meal. My mother would make it for me every Sunday until she got sick. Then, we started ordering from Mykonos.

We had our tradition.

Mom felt like shit toward the end but didn’t want us to stop making memories. She said those days I would remember long after she was gone.

Mom was right.

I lived for Sundays.

They were my favorite.

Until today.

How could my dad break the news of his engagement today? Of all days. It’s not just a Sunday but the six-month anniversary of her death. I was upstairs sleeping because I was too depressed and whacked out on sleeping pills to leave my bedroom.

Before my father left the house, he promised to eat dinner with me. He said we could spend some quality time together. Little did I know that meant dinner with my new family—my new stepbrothers.

Fuck.

Ares and his smirks.

I hate him most of all.

I’m stuck between Ares and Apollo, with Atlas on his twin’s right. Fuck Apollo and his pretty boy-good looks. And fuck Atlas and that adorable baby face.

Fuck all of them.

I stuff a forkful of moussaka, the Greek version of lasagna, into my mouth. A drop of sauce falls onto my chest, right between my cleavage.

I lick my thumb and wipe away the sauce, but not without the eyes of my three soon-to-be step-brothers on me.

“Need help with that?” Ares whispers so our parents can’t hear him.

The bastard winks at me, his laughter infectious to his siblings, who join the chorus.

Ares stares at my shirt like he has X-ray vision. “I have a few ideas for welcoming our new sister to the family.”

Gross.

So why am I slightly turned on by them licking my body until I’m screaming their names? I hate them. The Demetriou brothers are bad news and soon to be related to me. Well, not by blood, but still, a girl has to have some standards.

Atlas keeps his mouth shut. He’s quiet, and I know from first-hand experience that the quiet ones are worse. They’re the people you never see coming.

“If you don’t shut up,” I tell Ares, “I’ll reintroduce my Glock to your kidneys. See how much you laugh then, Greek god.”

“Your tough girl act doesn’t phase me.” He shoves his suit jacket to the side to reveal his weapon. “Two can play this game.”

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