Page 43 of Blind Justice

“What the fuck is going on here?” Anger snapped across his skin. His heart pounded, and his palms itched. He waited for his stomach to turn in revulsion.

“Hermoso!” Enzo pulled out of Bella and stumbled backwards, knocking into the bedside table. He held his hands up, his chest heaving for breath while his fingers trembled. His eyes widened in shock, or was it fear? “It’s not what you think.”

“Sure looks like you’re fucking your sister.” Duncan crossed his arms. “This is incest. What the fuck?”

“No,” Enzo said, shaking his head. “We’re not siblings.”

Duncan popped a brow.

“We’re not blood related. We’re siblings by marriage,” Enzo explained.

Bella grabbed the sheet to cover herself, denying Duncan his first full glimpse of her naked body. Stunned arousal filled her heavy-lidded eyes, and her full lips were swollen from Enzo’s kisses. Her hard nipples pressed against the sheet, tempting Duncan to change course in his anger and bed them both. His attention snapped to Enzo. They weren’t really siblings? Step-siblings? It didn’t make sense. Had he missed it the whole time?

“I don’t know if I should be sick or pissed.”

“I’m sorry,” Enzo muttered. “We-we couldn’t let anyone separate us. I love her, hermoso. I’ve always loved her.”

“So, if you love her then why did you suck my dick?” Anger and jealousy warred within Duncan.

“Because I want you too. Do I have to explain it?”

It would help. “You’re bi, and your sister is pan?” His mind churned. The solution laid before them—him, more specifically. Enzo and Bella weren’t biological siblings. Yet, anger boiled to the surface, mixing with the lust beating through his veins, demanding he not only fuck them both, but punish them for their lies. The raw emotional ball swirling inside of him didn’t make sense. He knew he shouldn’t get involved because the job came first. Still, jealousy and desire were two combustible feelings. They had the potential to rip him apart and destroy him completely, more so than his father ever could.

“I told you I don’t like labels,” Bella murmured, lifting her chin. “I’m whatever I want to be.”

“Yeah, I know. You see them. You want them. You take them.” Duncan spat each word.

Bella smirked. “Exactly.”

“How long?” Duncan had to know.

Bella straightened her shoulders. “Since we were fifteen. He was my first and only. Enzo usually brings the men to our bed to share, and I bring the women for us to share.”

“Fecking hell!” Duncan snarled and cursed himself as his facade began to crumble. “You’ve been banging your sister since she was fifteen?”

“Who are you, hermoso?” Enzo took a step back. “Why do you have an accent?”

Fuck. Duncan had gotten so worked up, his American accent faltered, and his thick Irish brogue came through. Thomas was going to kick his ass. He needed to calm down and gain control of the situation to perhaps salvage the night. Though he was pissed off and frustrated, the thought of watching them intrigued him.Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, I’m fucked up.

Duncan swallowed hard and stood to his full height. He needed to calm down, take a deep breath, and reassert his control over the situation. He’d been behind the eight ball from the beginning, but now that the truth was laid out before him, he could do this. Duncan flipped his switch. He had to change the subject and make them forget his slip up.

The corner of Duncan’s mouth lifted as he looked at Enzo. “Don’t worry about who I am. It’s none of your concern.” He cut his gaze to Bella. “If you want out of this now, say so. If not, you’re going to play by my rules.”

Fresh arousal spread across her features. Bella sat forward, a bit nervous but willing. Enzo eyed him with a keen awareness. He didn’t blame the man. Both of them had been caught red-handed, fucking. They lied to him without compunction and hid theirtruerelationship from everyone, all because Enzo was afraid of what would happen if the FBI found out they were lovers and not siblings. He should walk away. He should call Laura and tell her to come get the pair. It would save them all, and he could focus on Bexley and Raul.

Yet, he didn’t have the strength to leave Bella and Enzo. Just like he couldn’t refuse when his father asked him for help and one job turned into a second then a third and so on. It appeared, all these years later, he hadn’t learned a damned thing. He was destined to fuck it all up. Now, even with the truth lying before him, he couldn’t turn his back on them. He had a taste of Enzo, and he wanted more. Needed more. His dick pressed painfully against the ties on the front of his pants, trapped at an awkward angle.

“W-why are you doing this?” Bella inched closer to him, the sheet clinging to her lithe body.

“You came into the bathroom this morning, did you not?” Duncan grabbed a chair from the small table behind him and cocked a brow as he sat.

“Yes.” She nodded. “I said I was sorry.”

“You thought it was Enzo in there, and you were going to fuck in my shower, weren’t you?” Duncan pushed. Sitting there with them, all of the pieces clicked together. The way Enzo joined him. The way the man stumbled through his awkward answers. The way Bella watched him with too much interest.

“I’m betting you already have. Kneel, Enzo.” He pointed to the spot where he wanted the man. A flush covered Enzo’s chest. His dick, still hard, twitched, and a pearl of precum dotted his tip before rolling down the length of his cock. Enzo’s body vibrated with excitement, from his blown pupils to the quickened beat of his heart. A soft whimper passed his lips, almost as if he wasn’t sure if he should be giving over to Duncan. Enzo lowered his gaze, but not before Duncan saw the war waging within him. This was Enzo’s decision, not Duncan’s. When the man knelt before him, Duncan lifted his leg and placed his boot on Enzo’s shoulder. A thread of excitement wriggled through Duncan.Fuck yes.

Worry filled Bella’s gaze, chasing back some of the excitement. “We did screw in your shower.” The words were barely above a whisper.

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