“Did you have that when I was there?”
She ignored him and addressed Saint.“My coworker and I saw the gunfight go down, and we saw a man throw this bag into a ring of stacked tires near the streetlight.I told her to leave it alone, but she obviously didn’t.”
Saint gave a small head nod to the duffel and Sinn took it and unzipped.He rummaged around a couple of seconds then gave his brother a nod.
“Did you take your finder’s fee from it?”Saint asked sarcastically.
“I didn’t take anything,” she said firmly.“And I know better than to steal from outlaws.”
Suddenly, her phone went off.No one moved as she dug it out of her pocket.Christine’s name displayed and Kira disconnected the call.
“Sorry, that was the coworker I told you about.”
“The one who grabbed the duffel?”
Kira nodded.“She doesn’t have a lot of street smarts.”
Her phone went off again.Kira frowned and once more shut it up.Saint stared at her, eyes narrowed.Thinking.Calculating.His poker face was resolute, and it sent a shiver down her spine.
“What are you after?”he asked, his voice dangerously soft.
“Nothing.”
“Nothing?Really?”He leaned back and folded his arms across his chest.“Just returned the money out of the goodness of your heart?”
It dawned on her that he expected her to demand a reward or something.
“Really,” she said firmly.“I just want your word that you won’t retaliate.”
“I believe her,” Sinn cheerfully declared.When she looked at him, he winked.Kira glanced back and forth between the twins, assessing.They were identical, but where Saint had a perpetual frown on his face, his brother seemed to be a big ball of sunshine.She trusted neither one of them.“Can I at least stop by for a cup of coffee?”
She blinked at him.Was he serious?
“Sinn,” Saint snapped.“Enough.You don’t even like coffee.”
“Boy, someone is extra grumpy,” Sinn said, giving her a sly smile.
Was he flirting?She was never good at spotting stuff like that, or reciprocating.Long ago she’d learned a hard lesson to never flirt back.Her mind instantly shied away from cruising down memory lane.She locked that shit up tight and threw away the key long ago.
“Tell me what you saw.”
She should’ve expected this.All she wanted to do was leave, but it seemed like they wanted to pull teeth.
“Like I said, my coworker and I were taking out the trash when she pointed out four motorcycles.It was dark but under the dim light I recognized your emblem.”She pointed to his vest.“I told her to forget about you guys—”
“But we’re so unforgettable,” Sinn interjected.“At least I am, right?Admit it.I’m the better-looking twin and you like me.”
She ignored him and continued, like he never said a word.“There were four of you.Three on bikes, one walking around.I assumed he was taking a leak.Anyway, we heard more bikes approaching, and I said we should go inside.That’s when the first gunshot...”
Something clicked into her recollection.A sound and a flash, not from the bikes.From somewhere else.
“Shit,” she muttered.
“What?”Saint demanded harshly.His tone snapped her out of her thoughts.Suddenly, he stood, his chair rolling back a little, and marched around the desk.She backed up, trying to preserve herself, since all her instincts were telling her to run.Just as she grabbed the knob, his hand slapped against the door, caging her in.“One of my men was shot, so tell me everything you saw.Now.”
It took all her strength not to hyperventilate and remain calm under the weight of his dark presence, but she had to admit her control was slipping.Memories were bullets tearing through the fragile link to her sanity.She tried a different mantra.This wasn’t a cage and they weren’t going to rape her.Then a hand gently curled around her arm and removed her from Saint’s ferocity.Only then did she realize she had pulled out her knife.The blade pointed at a very vulnerable spot on Saint’s anatomy.
His eyes widened a fraction, the only indication that she managed to get the drop on him.
