We chat a little more about trivial things and the series we’re both currently binging on Netflix before he tells me he has to leave for his meeting. “Stay as long as you want. Nobody except Dean uses this suite.”
“Where is Dean?”
“He’ll be at the meeting.”
“Give him my love, won’t you?”
He winks at me. “Yeah.”
I study my brother in his perfectly tailored suit. He’s always immaculately turned out, exactly like I was expected to be. His thick black hair is cut short, and I’ve never seen him with even the slightest bit of stubble. He looks way too young to live the life that he leads. He might only be twenty-four, but he’s wise beyond his years. “You two make a very handsome couple.”
He laughs out loud at that.
“I hope I get to come to your wedding one day.”
He inhales a deep breath. “Me too, sis.”
I find West in the kitchen making dinner. “Sorry I’m late. It was my turn to cook tonight. You need me to do anything?” Now I feel even more guilty that my extended lunch to see Nico made me late with my deliveries.
“Nah, I’ve got it. I was home early, and I enjoy cooking.” He glances up from the raw chicken he’s cutting. “But come here.”
“Where?” I say, feigning ignorance.
He licks his lips. “Right here, princess.”
I step closer and grip the back of his neck, barely brushing his lips with mine. “Here?”
He growls. “Unless you want chicken guts in your hair, give me your fucking lips.”
Smiling against his mouth, I curl my fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck. “These lips right here?”
He sucks air through his teeth. “I’d much rather kiss your other lips, princess, but I’m making dinner here.”
I snort a laugh. “That’s not what I meant.”
He tugs my bottom lip between his teeth for a brief moment, then slips his tongue into my mouth. My body sags against him, and I whimper. I’m such a slut for this man’s kisses. For anything from any of them. I have no idea why the universe chose me to be the luckiest girl on this planet, I’m just glad that she did.
He breaks the kiss, leaving me wanting more. Using lips and teeth, he works his way up my jaw to my ear. “I’ll definitely be kissing those other lips later.”
“I sure hope so,” I say, wrapping both arms around his neck. God, I love him. I love all three of them. I wish that I could tell him who I really am. But what if he blames me for my father’s mistakes? What if he only sees me as Carmine Constantine’s daughter and he doesn’t remember the little girl who begged her father to spare his life?
“Something wrong, princess?” The concern in his voice makes my breath catch in my throat.
“Everything’s good.” It’s just a small lie, right? It doesn’t hurt anyone, and it protects the people I love most in the world. Nobody can ever know what Nico did for me, and nobody can find out that Liliana Constantine is still alive. West, Xander, and Zeke can never know why I left, because if they were to ever start a war with my family, I fear there would only be one winner. My father.
Chapter
Twenty-Six
XANDER
“Hey, you got that PR guy’s email address?” I ask West as I walk into his office.
He looks up from his laptop. “Which PR guy?”
“The one from Grayson News Corp. What was his name? Andy or something? We met him at that meeting a few weeks back. I’m sure I took his card, but I can’t find it.”
He glances back at the screen and rubs a hand over his stubble. “Check the meeting minutes. I asked them to include everyone’s contact details.”
I take a seat in front of his desk. “You got an important meeting today?”
His gaze drifts back to me. “Grayson board meeting. They’re being given a draft of our proposals for expansion today, so …” He stretches his neck and sighs.
“Ah, is that why you’re wearing your lucky suit?”
A faint grin flickers over his face. “It’s just a suit.”
It’s not just a suit at all. It’s a dark gray three-piece Tom Ford. Not only does it make him look even more handsome and powerful than usual, but it fits him perfectly, hugging his huge biceps and shoulders, not to mention his magnificent ass and thighs, like a second skin. I adjust my cock in my pants, trying to give myself a little more room and some much-needed relief, but it doesn’t help.