“Yep, and all this started the night we dealt with the Bone Breakers.”
“It always comes back to them, doesn’t it?”Sinn asked.“Though it doesn’t explain how the shooter knew about her.It was her coworker who went after the duffel, not her.Kira put it in a to-go bag to conceal it when she left.”
Saint thought for a moment.“The asshole meant to grab it after the shooting stopped when he tried to get us to kill each other.Or at the very least, if the Bone Breakers fled and we scampered away with our tails between our legs, each club blaming the other.”
“We already figured out it was a setup.”
“Yes, but the shooter thought we’d leave the area too, only you stayed to search for the bag, delaying it from being retrieved.Giving the coworker enough time to grab it.”
“And then Kira brought it to us.”Sinn frowned.“It has to be one of our guys.The Bone Breakers left, so they wouldn’t know she brought it to us.”
“Damn it,” Saint muttered.“I can hardly fucking believe it.Where are you in your investigation?”
“I’m gonna sit in on poker night.You know those fuckers have loose lips when booze, broads, and bucks are front and center.”
“All right,” Saint said.“I’ll stay here with Kira.”
Sinn gave him a mocking salute.“I’ll be sending you an invoice for all the money I’m about to blow.”
Saint flipped him the bird.“You do that.I’ll reimburse you half past never.”
Sinn laughed as he hopped in the truck, started it, and took off.Saint looked at the house.It wasn’t big or flashy, just comfortable.Some people might think it odd that two brothers live with each other, but they honestly never thought about living on their own.It had been him and Sinn since the womb, and it would probably be him and Sinn dying together, going out in a blaze of glory.
Sinn was always talking about finding a woman for both of them.Someone they could love and share.Saint always thought that would never happen.They were mostly around club girls, and although he knew there was a place for them, he didn’t want one of them by his side forever.Once back inside, he made his way to Kira’s bedroom door and opened it to check on her.One glance and he couldn’t help himself.He silently entered and sat on the edge of the bed, touching the silky strands of her hair that lay latticed over her pillow.Even in sleep, heaviness weighed on her face, so he gently soothed away the frown on her brow with a caress.
Was she the woman for both of them?
He supposed time would tell.
Chapter Ten
“Read ‘em and weep,boys,” Sinn said triumphantly, placing his cards down.Four of a kind.A round of groans rose as he pulled the chips to his impressive collection.
“I always hate it when he plays,” Snow grumbled.
He laughed.“Don’t hate the player, hate the fact you suck at poker.”
