I laugh, and shake my head at her enthusiasm.
“Kill is going to love this,” I say to Carter, and he shrugs his shoulders in response.
“Try to behave, yeah?” I tellHeather, as she puts her hair into a high ponytail. Turning, she bats her eyelashes at me, as she tilts her head.
“I’m not sure what you’re referring to. I always behave, Knox. I’m practically an angel.”
I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her in close to me.
“Be a good girl, and we’ll go on a date tonight. The three of us.”
She turns to me with a scowl.
“Absolutely the fuck not. That was the reward you offered before. This will be extra. No takesy backsies.”
Carter barks out a laugh.
“She’s not wrong.”
Killian starts yelling down the hallway, clearly pissed off and sick of Carter and I taking our sweet ass time joining him. His irritation is only going to grow when she walks into the garage with us.
“Let’s fucking go!” Killian growls.
Carter walks towards the garage with Heather and I following behind him. We make it down the long hallway and circle around to the garage, and I can’t help but chuckle at the look on Heather's face when she spots Killian. It’s not the whimpering Matteo, begging for a chance to live, that has captured her attention. It’s Killian, in shorts and no shirt, as he wraps his fists with black tape.
“Careful, Tesoro. You’re going to get drool on your chin.”
She snaps her head with a gasp and stares at me, her cheeks glowing red.
“It’s not like that. Don’t be gross.”
Carter laughs out loud, likely thinking what I am. Physically we are carbon copies, so if she’s attracted to us, she’d also be attracted to Kill by default.
Killian looks over at us with a sour expression.
“It’s not ‘Bring Your Pets to Work Day’. Don’t you have a kennel for your little killer?”
Heather places her hands on her hips and stares at him with the same disgust he looks at her with.
“Stop being an asshole, Killian. I’ll be a silent observer.”
He snorts a laugh and says, “She’s probably compiling information to take to the police.”
Heather rolls her eyes and steps closer to Killian, ready to match his irritation with her own.
“Yes, I’m going to walk into the police station and say, ‘Hi, I escaped from an insane asylum and killed a bunch of men, but let me tell you about these three brothers. You should really see a doctor for your paranoia.”
Killian steps closer to her with a glare in his eyes. One I’ve seen so many times, and his words don’t surprise me one bit.
“Careful, Killer. I would be only too pleased to snap your pretty little neck.”
Heather opens her mouth, surely to spout some kind of bratty comeback, but I intervene.
“Tesoro!”I growl. She turns to me with a questioning expression. “Enough.”
I expect her to disobey me and continue arguing with Kill, but she steps back and moves beside me.
“I’m sorry,” she says, as she looks up at me with eyes that nearly beg for forgiveness. This fucking woman does things to me. It doesn’t matter if she’s being obedient or not. She has a way of making me want her at all fucking times.
