Silk Malice
Eve Dangerfield
For the women who ask, ‘am I allowed to like this?’
I think the answer is yes.
Prologue
Domenico Valente
Seventeen Years Ago
Ialready hearAlessia and her girlfriend Beckett laughing as I walk up the stairwell. I knock on the door. “Everyone dressed?”
“Shut up, idiot,” Alessia calls.
I take that as a ‘yes.’ The apartment has that saggy feeling that means Mom’s gone, but I call out anyway. “Mother dearest around?”
“Nope,” Alessia yells.
The girls are in the kitchen, their arms wrapped around each other. They’re both in short shorts and bras and every guy at school would cut off a hand to be standing where I am. Me? I can’t really enjoy the view. I could sneak a glance at Beckett’s ass, but Alessia would punch me in the head, and Beckett’s got zero interest anyway. Except maybe that I look like Alessia.
I sit at the kitchen counter. “Either of you gonna put clothes on?”
Alessia kisses Beckett on the nose. “Don’t look if you don’t like it, Doctor Valente.”
“Don’t call me that.”
She grins. Alessia’s blonde and fit and almost as tall as I am. People always think we’re twins. “That name is one hundred percent earned, little brother. That stuff you gave us…”
I perk up. “You took the Orchard?”
The girls exchange blissful looks. “Yeah.”
“And it worked for both of you?”
Alessia scowls. “Don’t be a pervert, Dom.”
“I only let you have some to test it! Don’t jump up my dick because I want to know if it works.”
Alessia rolls her eyes.
“So, how’d it go?” I ask.
Beckett exchanges another horny look with Alessia. “Amazing. We’ve been up all night—”
I hold up my hands. “Enough, I get it.”
“It was the hottest fucking thing,” Alessia assures me. “You’re a genius.”
I smile at the countertop. Another successful trial. Only I can’t tell Adri or Morelli about this one—they’ll focus on the girl-on-girl thing, and I’ll never hear the end of it. Having a hot lesbian for a sister is no joke. I’ll tell Bobby about it. He’s got hot sisters. He gets it.
Alessia opens the oven door, releasing a cloud of steam. “Still not ready. What the fuck?”
Beckett and I smirk at each other. Alessia is the most impatient person on earth. Thirty seconds is too long for her to cook tater tots, which is what I assume is in the oven. Unless it’s fish sticks.
Alessia slams the oven door closed. “Dom, you’ve gotta be more careful when you come here during the day. Mr. Hodges is watching the place and he told me he’s gonna call social services and tell them you’re not in school.”
