“It’s a big decision.” I lean back against the desk, my hands gripping the edges of it. “Once you decide, there’s no going back from it.” In truth, I don’t think I could let her go now either. She’s deep within the viper’s nest and the exits are blocked.
“I don’t need to sleep on it.” She throws the rest of the vodka to the back of her throat and swallows. “I know what I want.”
I smirk. “Be sure, because now they’ve had a taste of you my brothers won’t let you go without a fight.”
“And you?” she says coming closer. “Will you let me go without a fight, Dominic?” she undoes the highest button on my shirt, showing more skin. My mouth quirks, desire flooding me. What was it with this woman that made me throw all sense and reasoning out of the window?
“Careful, little mouse,” I warn her, my cock hardening as she undoes another button.
“Why do I always have to convince you to touch me?”
I chuckle. “Natalia, there is no convincing necessary. Right now, I’m imagining you bent over my desk with your ass in the air. Trust me when I say I want you. I just want you to be sure that you know what you’re letting yourself in for. There are things we need to tell you. Things that could change your mind.”
“Then don’t tell me,” she says firmly. “I don’t want to know if it’s going to ruin this…us. I’m happy, for the first time in my life, I’m truly happy. Don’t ruin that for me, Dominic.” She places her hands at the bottom of the shirt that she’s wearing, lifting it to show that she’s not wearing any panties. I hear Sisco’s sharp intake of breath.
“I know what I want and that’s you—all of you,” she says with resolution. “No amount of sleep is going to change my mind.” She looks between all three of us, her gaze finally fixing on me.
“Then it’s settled,” Sisco says before I can say anything else. His grin grows wide and wolfish, all sleepiness gone from his eyes.
Joey looks between us as if deciding what is right and wrong and then deciding if he gives a fuck.
I don’t feel good about the decision, though I know I should. We have everything now. The money, the empire, the power, and the woman. We have everything men could ever want and more.
“Dominic—,” she begins, her hand darting between her legs, but then lights suddenly pierce the dimness of the room and I frown and turn to the window. The lights grow brighter as headlights come closer, and I know then that it’s too late to stop this from happening.
“Down! Now!” I roar, grabbing Natalia and dragging her to the ground. Joey is closest to Sisco and he pulls our brother down with him.
Seconds later, the windows explode inward as guns go off outside. Natalia screams, but all I can do is drape my body over hers to protect her from the falling glass and debris. Sisco and Joey are crawling over to the safe to get our guns as the roar of gunfire continues all around us.
Glass rains down on us all, windows imploding from the bullets, peppering the walls and artwork of our father’s office. It seems never ending. A constant din roar of bullets exploding, tearing apart our home in search for us.
Natalia is shaking and crying and the glass is sprinkling against our bare flesh. Small shards stick in me creating streaks of blood, but I feel nothing but rage.
“Dom!” Sisco calls, and I look up, watching as he slides a gun across the floor to me. I reach an arm out, grabbing it firmly in my grip.
Natalia looks over her shoulder into my face, her wide eyes imploring me to make it all stop, and my anger increases until I can barely contain it. I feel like an inferno ready to explode. I’m going to fucking kill every bastard that thought they could come to my home and try to kill me and the people that I love.
Every single one of them is going to die.
“Give me another,” I yell, and Joey slides over another gun to me.
The gunfire stops and I hear doors opening and closing outside as the people—whoever the fuck they are—climb out of their cars, coming inside to rain more gunfire down on us. I grip Natalia’s hand and push the gun into her palm, flicking off the safety.
“I can’t,” she sobs, and my features harden.
“You can,” I tell her with steel in my voice so she knows that there’s no room for argument. “And you will. Aim, squeeze . . .”
“And kill,” Sisco says firmly from the other side of the room.
She glances over at Joey, who holds her gaze steady and raw, and then she bites down on her bottom lip and nods. I hold my hand up, warning everyone to wait as the front door is repeatedly kicked as they attempt to get inside. My gaze strays to Sisco, who’s like a coiled spring, ready to jump up and kill everything and everyone in his path. He wears a grin that splits his face, his eyes full of wild mania. Joey has his back to the safe, the gun against his chest as he mouths a prayer and kisses the cross that hangs around his neck.
As footsteps thunder down the hallway in search of us, I nod to my brothers, my family, my life, and I stand up. Each of them follows, and we aim our guns at the door to the office. Mere seconds go by before the handle turns and the door opens wide, and then all four of us let fire with a hellish noise, releasing our ammo into every man that tries to get inside.
They don’t stand a chance.
Blood sprays across the walls and floor, cries of pain and groans of anguish sound out. Wood splinters around us all and glass smashes. The house is torn apart in the war but none of us stop until every man that tried to enter is dead on the ground or running in the opposite direction.
Sisco takes off after them, giving a whoop of excitement. “Little pigs, little pigs…here I come!” he taunts.
