Page 67 of Graves

“Genius plan. Bravo. Except for the fact that it’s impossible. The man taught us everything we know, Dominic. You think he doesn’t see every step we take ten steps ahead of us?”

“He does,” I agree. “Which means we would have to hit him with something he doesn’t see coming.”

Zayden perks up at that, leaning forward in interest.

“Like?”

“Like…I don’t know yet. I’m working on it.”

He blows out an irritated breath and leans back into the couch.

“You’re not working on shit.”

I roll my eyes at his petulance as I grab my drink. We play the game in as much silence as virtually possible for the next hour or so before he speaks.

“So, you gonna bring up this morning?”

I flick my eyes up at him before going back to the cards.

“What’s there to say?”

Zayden snorts a strangled laugh before he turns his head dubiously to me.

“I’ll be honest, I was expecting a throat punch or something for kissing her like that. I didn’t expect you to be into it. What happened to all the ‘you touch her, I kill you’ shit?” Zayden teases in a way that tells me he’s looking for a fight. I won’t give him the satisfaction, though.

“I abandoned it somewhere between you fucking her on top of our dead parents and fucking her with your knife where you’re sitting,” I say easily.

He grins wickedly as he pulls out the same knife from his pocket, lifting the handle to his nose and inhaling deeply.

“Still smells like my angel.”

I roll my eyes at him, but don’t respond.

“You know she called me,” Zayden says.

“When?”

“Last night. You were passed out drunk, apparently, and she was horny in my bed,” he says with the hint of a smirk that has me wanting to knock his two front teeth out.

I don’t respond, and he doesn’t expect me to as he continues.

“She said you told her about us having threesomes in thepast. That she was jealous.”

“What did you say to her?” I ask.

He gives me a wicked smirk as he pulls the cigar out of his mouth and winks.

“I told her we’d take care of it for her.”

I frown at that. “Why would you say that?”

“Because I meant it. What my angel wants, my angel gets. And if this morning is anything to go off, you’re not as opposed to the idea as your pinched face looks right now.”

“That was when we were young and dumb, Zayden. With women who meant absolutely nothing to us. This is Blake. She means?—”

“Everything,” he finishes.

I open my mouth to argue when a blood curdling scream erupts down the hall. Zayden and I are up and to our feet, running through the apartment in a flash. He’s the first one to her door, literally kicking it down despite it not having a lock on it anymore. He has his knife drawn at the ready, and I pull my gun from the back of my pants, aimed and prepared as I scan the dark room.

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