Page 340 of Tempted By her Daddies

But he wondered if Riordan knew what his brother was up to? Was he in on it? It was hard to believe that Riordan had them all fooled.

However, Mark Roberts had.

“Riordan Orr is your brother,” he said.

“Half-brother,” he corrected. “I’m so sorry that you had to work so closely with him. Such an uptight bastard. He’s never liked me, you know. We have the same father, but we’re so very different. His mother didn’t abandon him like mine did. She took him away and raised him to be weak and pathetic. But don’t worry, I’ll soon put him out of his misery. He’s on my list.”

Salem breathed out a sigh of relief. So at least Riordan hadn’t had anything to do with Pinky.

“Where is Tamsyn?” Alexei snarled. “You kidnapped her to lure us here, so let us see her.”

“Oh, is that what you think? Hmm, I knew I was forgetting something.” Pinky turned and knocked on the door.

Mark Roberts walked in, but Salem barely took him in despite his anger toward him. His gaze immediately went to his girl.

Who looked like she was in terrible shape.

Alexei let out a low, terrible noise of pain. Salem got it. He couldn’t fucking take it that she was in pain. That she’d been hurt because of them.

“Let her go,” Alexei snarled.

Mark grinned and then let her go and she dropped to the floor in a heap. She didn’t move.

Please let her be breathing.

Please.

He let out a deep sigh of relief as he saw her chest move.

“Hmm. Seems like she’s having a nap,” Pinky said, nudging his toe into Tamsyn.

“Do not touch her,” Roman ordered.

“Ahh, so it’s true. The three of you really do have feelings for her,” Pinky said.

Shit.

Should they have let him know that? Did it make a difference?

“Told you,” Mark said.

“Traitor,” Alexei snarled. “You’re dead.”

“Actually, asshole, you’re dead,” Mark retorted. “All the times that the two of you put me down and talked to me like you thought I was stupid . . . well, now I’m getting my revenge.”

“So you decided to betray your country?” Salem said incredulously. He moved his gaze from Tamsyn for a moment. Perhaps it was best to keep their attention off her.

The last thing he wanted was for them to hurt her more.

“Because of the way we talked to you?” Salem added.

“Oh no, it was before I even joined your team,” Mark told them. “And what has my country ever done for me? Given me nothing but debt and headaches. The wife left me, took my kids, took my fucking dog. I was up to my eyeballs in debt, living in this cold, smelly studio. So when I got Pinky’s offer . . . well, I took it.”

Pinky had obviously done his research.

Fuck. How had he not seen it? Salem felt sick.

“What do you want?” Salem asked Pinky. He was the one who was really in charge, not snivelly Mark Roberts. “What do you hope to get out of this?”

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