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“Zayden fucked me with his knife,” I blurt. “Right here, where you’re sitting, actually. He pushed the handle inside me and…”

My words die off as Dom grabs the tequila bottle, leaving behind the shot glass as he puts the bottle to his lips and takes three large gulps. When he pulls it away, he keeps it in his hand as he speaks.

“I know. I watched the security cameras last night.”

I’m quiet for a moment as he stares at the nearly-empty bottle, tipping back the last remaining liquid as he leans his head against the back of the couch and closes his eyes.

“It’s okay, baby. You like him, it’s okay,” he murmurs almost to himself before a soft snoring sound fills the room.

Holy shit. I outdrank Dominic. I mean, not really, since he had way more than me, but I put this practically godlike man on his ass, snoring away on his couch. His words echo in my head. Like him? Like Zayden? Yeah, there isn’t a chance in hell of that. He’s psychotic and demented, and Dominic is perfect. They are identical twins, one is good and one is bad. I’m already with the good twin. Why the fuck would I want the bad one?

Then, from no fault of my own, mental images of a twin sandwich pop into my head. God, that girl must have been in heaven. Jealousy spikes through me at the idea of someone else having them, of someone else knowing what it feels like to have their complete attention, four hands, two mouths, two tongues, and two huge cocks. My pussy throbs at the idea of it, and before I can stop myself, I’m grabbing my phone.

It rings for several seconds before that gravelly voice answers, sending a shiver down my spine and another pulse between my thighs.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

ZAYDEN

“Angel?” I answer.

She doesn’t respond, setting me on edge instantly.

“Angel, what’s wrong?”

Suddenly, a giggling sound comes through my earbud.

“Why do you call me angels?” she slurs lightly before giggling again.

I frown at that, looking around the empty rooftop I’m staked out on before speaking again.

“Are you drunk?” I ask.

“Nooooo,” she says with a laugh. “But your brother is. We played a drinking game, and I won!” she cheers.

Anger pricks at my skin as I gnash my teeth together. Dominic is fucking drunk? When he should be watching and protecting her? When Maxim is out here watching us like a hawk, waiting for us to make a mistake, and he gets drunk and leaves her vulnerable?

The thought of packing up my shit right here and now and jumping on a plane back to her is tempting, but I know if I don’t finish this job, there will be a lot worse things coming our way a lot sooner. It’s best for everyone if I keep my head down and go to work.

“Are you safe?” I ask her.

“About as safe as I can get in this fucking fortress mansion in the sky thingy,” she rambles.

A bit of amusement pulls my lips up into a barely there smile at her slurring. Of course she’s goddamn precious when she’s drunk. I’d expect nothing less from my angel.

“I want you to go take two acetaminophen and a big glass of water right now, okay?”

Instead of answering, she just giggles.

“You smell so good.” Her voice practically moans through the phone. “You’re such a bad man, how do you smell so goooood?”

I frown at that as she continues.

“I’m in your bed, Zayden.” She snickers.

My eyebrows shoot up at that as I smirk.

“Oh yeah? And what are you doing there, angel?”

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