Page 42 of Sinful Like Us
I missed something.
Tony smirks, too pompous. “We all know Donnelly shouldn’t be going to Hawaii if his client is staying back home.”
Thatcher retorts, “Donnelly is a groomsman, and Farrow wants him there.”
“Was I talking to you, Moretti?” Tony snaps. “Didn’t think so.”
A bad taste floods my mouth. “Are you four?”
“Twenty-eight, actually.” Tony rests an elbow on the bar and his creeping eyes track down my body.
God.
Thatcher steps forward, and Banks pulls him back.
Tony cocks his head. “And isn’t Xander going to be a groomsman, so does that meanyoudon’t want him there?” He points at Maximoff. “Or does Xander just not want to be around you?”
More shots fired.That direct hit hurts.
Moffy is stewing. Smoke is coming out of his ears. The truth: Xander requested to stay home so he could go to therapy. He said it’s been helping lately, and he doesn’t want to miss a session.
Farrow has a calming hand on the back of Moffy’s neck.
“Hey.” Akara comes forward and motions for Tony to step aside. He ushers him towards the corner and sneers, “You can’t talk to a client like that.”
Donnelly digs into his cheesecake. “Been waiting for someone to put away Tony the Toolbox.”
“If only permanently,” I sigh.
“Murder with the Cobalt fam,” Donnelly says through a mouthful of cheesecake. “Those who slay together, stay together.”
I eye him. “I meantmetaphoricalmurder.” I pause, curious. “Did you?”
He puts a hand to his chest, grinning and not saying one way or the other, and that’s when the door rips open again.
This time, camera flashes cast shadows on the walls and wind whips through the entryway and more than one body struts inside the sports bar.
First come the bodyguards.
I count five.
And thenfivefamous faces bring up the rear.
Charlie, Beckett, Eliot, Tom, and Ben.
Every single one of my brothers. They’re all here, and they’re far too fixated onThatcherlike he’s tonight’s five-course meal.
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JANE COBALT
I springoff the stool and clasp Thatcher’s muscular waist. Panic shoots through me, and he curves his arm around my shoulders. Bringing me to his chest before I can swerve in a million frantic directions.
“Jane—”
“I haven’t properly prepared you for the avalanche you’re about to endure,” I whisper rapidly. “It’s my duty to strap you with as much ammo as humanly possible.”
Though, every counterattack of ours will be aimed at my brothers, which is possibly why his eyes darken.
