Then I pulled back, pressing the gun into her trembling hands. “Stay behind me. And if anyone but me comes near you—pull the trigger.”
Her fingers curled around the grip, shaky but firm.
I gave her one last nod.
I turned back toward the hallway, daggers raised and ready.
We were getting out of this hellhole.
And anyone who tried to stop us?
They were fucking dead.
Chapter 5
Keir
“She hasn’t picked up the damn phone or called us back, Keir. We might as well start the hunt.”
I looked over at my brothers, my jaw tight. Selene might be a problem. She’d offered us the use of her resources—then fucking ghosted us. Not a good move.
“Yeah, you’re right. We need to verify the intel on that abandoned house. We can check it out tonight.”
Kaz grunted in agreement, and I nodded. “Might as well. She could be there.”
She as in Katherine.
Two years ago, we found out Kaz had a half-sibling out there. A sister. But no matter how deep we dug, she was a ghost. Then we got a lead—a gritty, low-resolution photo of an eighteen-year-old girl with Kaz’s cool blue eyes and black wavy hair. She was being held by the Russians, trafficked.
That was all we needed. We tore through every lead. Dead ends. Silence. Until now.
“Alright, so we hit the house in a few hours,” I say, flipping a knife between my fingers. “And in the meantime, we try to reach the infamous Selene again.”
Kaz just nodded, his usual silent agreement.
Dario sighs. “Fine. But first, I’m ordering some Italian. Y’all in?”
Kaz grunted again. Dario snickered.
“Alright,” I say, stretching as I stand. “But order quick. We only have an hour before it’s dark.” Then, with a dramatic skip, Dario heads for the door.
Kaz and I exchanged a glance.
“Why the fuck do we let him live?” Kaz muttered.
I shrugged. “Too much work to get rid of him.”
Dario was a special kind of psychopath. He grew up in a normal middle-class home in Boston, yet his dark thoughts rivaled Kaz’s. He was like a golden retriever with a split personality, all grins and murder.
We were staying at the Bellagio penthouse. I headed into the bathroom for a quick shower, cranking the water ice-cold.
I hadn’t been able to get my princess’s voice out of my head.
And I’d been rock fucking hard since yesterday picturing her.
Selene.
I gripped my cock, stroking once, rubbing my thumb over the head. A groan slipped from my lips as I imagined her on her knees for me.
