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We fuck on the side of the road in this SUV parked on an exclusive street of multi-million dollar beach homes while all I feel with Vale is overwhelmed by how there’s no one else I want this dream with.

No one.

I was lying to myself all these years, saying the reason I never loved or married was because my life was too dangerous.

That’s not true.

Years ago, I gave my heart to Vale, then resigned myself to die alone. That’s why I never loved or married.

But now, the forbidden love of my life givesmelife. She’s right here, taking everything that belongs to her because she wants our life together, too … and I’ll crack any skull to make it happen.

Sisterly love.I wouldn’t know anything about it. I’ve been surrounded by six brothers most of my life.

But now I’m watching it, front row and center. Pass the popcorn.

“Beau made you a bestseller,” Vale yells, frustrated with Blair, “but he didn’t show up today. He hasn’t called or texted or dropped into your DMs, and I swear to god, if you sigh like a pining romance heroine about it one more time, I’m cramming an alien cock sheath down your throat.”

I’m leaning back in my chair, admiring these two. They’re like identical black jaguars in a catfight of clawing truths.

“Go suck a bag of daddy dicks,” Blair half laughs, half snarls at Vale, and I confess that makes my daddy dick stir because that’s precisely what Vale did last night in the shower after our house shopping.

“Proudly!” Vale shouts back, “I suck dick almost every night.”

See?

Guilty.

“And so did you!” She keeps pushing Blair. “Where is my shameless sister? The one no man could break? Since when do you crumble for cock?”

“You got as much room to talk as a cheap Vegas honeymoon hotel,” Blair snaps.

Vale narrows her eyes.Uh-oh.“At least I don’t have a dead fish city between my thighs.”

“No, you got a hot Daddy treating your puss like it’s his Disneyland.”Yep, that did it. She points at me. “How many times have you ridden Mr. Allen’s Space Mountain?”

While I appreciate the reference to my galactically entertaining girth, I’m concerned one of these sisterly brawls could break out in front of Alena.

Her wedding is in a few weeks. Sometime before, I’m supposed to initiate Vale. Of course, she wants it done tomorrow, but Axel wants everyone there, and I don’t. It’s too risky as I watch in disbelief when their fight turns into Vale and Jace convincing Blair to get over Beau Bronson and go to the club tonight—the sex club where Turner’s men last spotted us.

“What the fuck are you thinking?” An hour later, I confront Vale in the bathroom at Delta’s. Hissing low, I demand, “You clear your plans with me, and this one isn’t happening.”

She gives me a PhD-worthy eye roll. “Can we not take a tour through Dickhead town right now? I have a twin in crisis, and I’m going to help her.”

“You have your little neck on the line, too.” I snarl, grabbing it. “Remember that whole not-mafia-mafia thing? It doesn’t stop because you want a girls’ night out.”

“If you want to choke me,” she hisses, “you better be fucking me hard while you do it. Otherwise, slow your Bratva roll.”

I relax my grip. “Poison, this is dangerous—me and you, going back to the club. We haven’t prepped security for it,” I nuzzle my forehead to hers, “and I won’t lose you.Ever.”

“Your mom has her club on lock twenty-four-seven. We’ll be safe there.”

Technically, she’s right, but my instincts tell me it’s the wrong call.

“We’ll go separately,” she urges. “You can watch from the VIP room, post extra security on the exit, and when I leave, if one of Turner’s men tries to follow me… Boom! You got him dead on target.”

I wince. “Bad metaphor.”

“You know what I mean.” She caresses my hand on her neck. “I’m not afraid. You and Nadine would never let anything happen to me.” Her mouth seeks mine. “Okay?”

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