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Like two men weren’t frozen on the spot,staring.
We both watched her ass sway.
Every goddamn step.
She reached up to the top drawer.
I wanted to press her into it. Bend her forward. Slide her panties to the side. Reward her. Tell her what agoodfucking girlshe is for taking care of us.
Chapter Twenty-Two
EMILIA
The pizza box sat open on the coffee between us.
They hadn’t said much since I offered to order it. Bastion had insisted on doing it himself, and I didn’t argue. I hadn’t been in the mood to fight—not with them,not with myself.
Now the three of us were here. Sitting in lounge room on the ground. I wasn’t sure why they weren’t on the lounge. Instead, they were on the ground and close.
I had my knees tucked, tryingnotto make it weird. Tryingnotto think about how Bastion’s arm kept brushing mine every time he reached for a slice. Or how Luca hadn’t taken his eyes off me for the last five minutes.
I picked at the crust of my second slice, pretending I wasn’t aware of every movement. Every look.
The boys had showered. Their cologne was wrapping around me,
Luca hadn’t touched the pizza yet. Just sipped from a glass of whiskey, shirtless and relaxed like this was normal. Like he always lookedthis goodwithout trying.
I forced myselfnotto look at their muscles—or the tattoos. But it was impossiblenotto see them.
Both of them were ripped. Built like they were made to ruin things. Broad chests. Sharp shoulders. Arms carved with tension.
And identical.
The kind of identical that made your head spin when they stood too close. Same jaw. Same mouth. Same effortless cruelty in the way they carried themselves.
But it was the tattoos that undid me.
The Crows crest took up their entire backs—shoulder to shoulder, spine to spine—like a family emblem carved into skin. Old-school. Regal. Violent. You didn’t just look at it. Youfeltit.
And the rest of their bodies were no less marked.
Both were covered in tattoos, but I hadn’t realised how many until they were shirtless.
If power had a body. It was theirs.
“You should eat more,” I said softly, glancing at Luca.
He didn’t answer right away. Just looked at me with that unreadable gaze.Sharp. Dark. Heavy.
Then he leaned forward.
Slow. Deliberate.
Before I could react, his fingers wrapped gently around my wrist—his touch light but certain—and he brought my hand closer to him.
And then… he took a bite ofmyslice.
Not his.Mine.
