My thumb runs across my bottom lip. “Gina, eh? You two getting cosy?”
I’ve noticed them over the past couple of weeks. I genuinely thought it was a shared love for cyber chaos; seems as though that’s brought them closer than I initially thought.
“Fuck off, Saint,” he calls over his shoulder, and the slam of the door seals in my laugh.
As I glance back at my screen, the faint smile that appeared drops like a stone weight.
The Montgomery twins.
Both feeds of them from outside their home are playing from earlier, the camera planted by one of my men still standing strong for all these years.
Unlike the rest of their members, they don’t have CCTV within their homes, only the outside.
A benefit of being a part of the satanic bloodline that created this fucking group of lunatics.
I’ve had it blocked the last couple of weeks, ensuring there’s no evidence of my people driving by. The clip I have right nowis replaying on a loop, and I’ve spent the past hour glaring at it, watching them both as they retreat into their homes.
They’ve got three across the state of Kingstone, never visiting the one near the coast, always in Harrison.
Both will follow in their father’s footsteps, worming their way into an authoritative position, continuing the corruption that runs deep in their DNA.
But they have been hiding, and I need to know why.
I should be grateful they’re not as high profile right now. Less attention when they go missing. They’re reclusive for a reason, and I know it’s something to do with Omnia.
I just can’t crack it, and it’s driving me fucking insane.
“Why do you look homicidal?”
That velvet voice swirls around me like silk and lace.
She’s standing at the front of my desk, kitted out in the same attire as everyone else around here. Black cargos, tank top, and a belt to contain more weapons than the angelic glint in her eye would make you believe she knows how to use.
Fuck.
I’ve never found it appealing before, but on her?
She makes it look damn right sinful.
I want to tear every single layer of material off her with my fucking teeth.
Reaching for the screens, I turn them off at the base. “Apparently that’s always how I look.”
I cock my head, watching her. Those eyes are like the rarest crystals staring straight through to my fucking soul, waiting for the moment they can snatch it and hold it prisoner within them.
She already has it; she has everything I am.
Time is irrelevant between both of us. And if there’s one thing she can’t take from me, it’s my word.
And I wasn’t lying when I said I’m going to claim her.
She blesses me with her smile, one that makes her look shy. “You always did have a grouchy look on your face. At least now your actions match it.”
Sucking on my teeth, I stand from the chair, prowling round the desk until I reach her, gazing down at her petite height.
“Awfully brave words for a woman who’s waiting to receive my wrath.”
I scoop her over my shoulder, marching out my office towards my bedroom.
