Page 10 of Pirate's Plunder

He’s looking at Genesis’ body, and the territorial feeling I find myself having is making me angry, then the thought I know Knight is currently having. Her fucking ass is practically hanging out for the world to see.

“Troy, you’re eye fucking my future wife,” I warn him the best I can without hitting him or worse.

“Sorry, but dammit look at her.” Nope, I can’t deal with him and these very complicated emotions right now.

“Hand her over, you drive.” He slowly transfers her to me.

“I’ve never seen you so smitten.” I bite the inside of my cheek to keep my comment to myself.

“Go before someone fucking finds us standing her holding the Cosa Nostra’s unconscious daughter!” I hiss, and we start moving to the van.

Sprocket opens the side door and reaches for Genesis, but I slap his hand away. He flinches and looks at Knight with a look of worry.

“Ain’t you boy, he’s prickly tonight. Shut the door and take the passenger seat. Keep your eyes off the girl, and you might live tonight.” I sit down, dragging her as close to my chest as I can on the dirty van floor.

“Here, Prez,” Sprocket hands me a blanket, and I raise an eyebrow at him.

“Figured we may need to cover her up.” He shrugs at me like it’s no big deal, to which Knight snorts.

“Good job, Sprocket. Sleep well. He’ll most likely kill you in the morning.” Knight butchers the lines from one of my favorite movies.

“Your British accent is shit,” I say as he chuckles and then slams the brakes while blowing his horn.

“FUCKING LEARN HOW TO DRIVE ASSHOLE!” So much for not drawing attention to ourselves.

“Knight, can you not get the cops to call on us?” He honks again and curses while slapping the steering wheel.

“Prez, it’s New York. If I don’t act up, then we’ll really look suspicious.

Okay, fair point. I busy myself covering Genesis with the blanket Sprocket gave me. I look at the pattern of flowers, and that’s when the strong scent of Maja perfume wafts up to my nose.

“Fuck Tool, where the hell did you take this from? It smells like my abuela’s bedroom.” Sprocket turns red and ducks his head.

Then I really look at the blanket, and my brain flips out.

“HOW THE FUCK DO YOU KNOW MY FAMILY!” It’s my fucking grandmother’s blanket and this fucker has no right to have it or know where she lives.

“She told me you’d freak out if I told you who I was.” He’s wearing a baseball cap and facing the window, so I can’t see him closely, but I start to notice the strong line of his jaw, and that’s when I see the scar.

It’s hidden pretty well in his short beard, but still noticeable.

“Who the fuck is in Europe taking your classes that I’m still paying for Raf?” I narrow my eye on my little brother.

“Raf? RAFAEL!” Knight takes his eyes off the road to glare at the man who’s been trying to prospect for a club where he’s a legacy.

“Watch out, Troy. Don’t kill us.” He drops his act and grabs the door as the van swerves.

“Don’t you Troy me! You fucking little liar. How did I not see it before?” My best friend isn’t the most observant man unless you have a nice ass but even he should have seen the resemblance.

Spector, on the other hand, I need to have a talk with. Either his background checks have gone to shit or he’s been helping my brother hide his true identity form me.

“Look, I know you’re mad, but hear me out.” Oh, this should be good.

“Abuela is sick.” Nope, I can’t fucking do this.

“Stop the van,” I growl out the order.

Genesis stirs in my arms, and I curse. I don’t have time to deal with my brother or my grandmother right now. I need to get this woman under lock and key before the entire Italian mob finds out who took her.

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