I sighed and cradled my head in my hands. These idiots were going to be the death of me one day. Tristan hadn’t grown up in a happy home. Orphaned at the age of nine, he was thrown into foster home after foster home and never actually had a family until we got together as teenagers. So it came as no surprise that Tristan wanted to pick this girl up as a stray.

I met Tristan in high school. Once we got together, we ran that whole fucking place. We were in charge of the drug trade, we had the best parties, and not a soul made a move without us knowing. He and I were kings of that high school campus. Our operations kept growing as we got older, and once we were eighteen, we decided to start making things look a little more legal.

We had to start explaining where all the money was coming from. Tristan had been the brains behind all of that. He researched and learned how to invest, how to get businesses going, and got people to work for us. Slowly but surely, we started to take the city over, business by business, gang by gang.

There was so much bloodshed in the first few years, I thought we would never wash it completely off our hands. And then Sebastian came into the picture. He was just some kid, fresh out of high school, that waltzed right up to our fucking table one night while Tristan and I were in a meeting. That fucker walked right up to us, ignoring every single gun pointed right at his face, and asked Tristan for a private word.

The balls it took for him to do that immediately impressed both me and Tristan. So when Tristan said yes and paused the meeting, I knew right then and there that that scrawny-looking kid, covered in tattoos, a cigarette hanging out of his mouth like we weren’t in a fucking restaurant, was going to be our third.

He had overheard some shit in the car park that turned out to be very useful. After he had divulged that tidbit of information, Tristan didn’t even hesitate to offer him a job.

“What can you do?” Tristan had asked him. “What are you good at?”

Sebastian had smiled, and it was ugly and terrifying. It would have a normal person running for the hills.

“I’m a pretty good shot. And I really don’t mind getting my hands dirty.”

After that, we became the Triad. We had our fingers in everything: clubs, restaurants, drugs, kill for hire, and all kinds of “favors.” And we did everything together. All decisions were made with a group vote, never a dictatorship. Until Scarlet. I was okay with being talked into going to get the girl and use her as a way to keep the Romanians out of our shit. But I was a little bit further behind on the bandwagon of keeping her.

When we had come across Sebastian, he had been someone with important information and a very useful skill set. But when it came to Scarlet, she was just a hot piece of ass from a rival family that could supposedly work with computers. And that didn’t seem useful to me when we couldn’t even trust her enough yet to let her work. So for now, all she was good for was getting Seb’s dick wet, tempting Tristan, and annoying the shit out of me.

“Alright,” I said, coming out of my own thoughts. “I get it. I trust you, and so I will try to trust her.”

“Maybe stop being such an ass to her all the time and she’ll show you why I became so fond of her,” Seb said, snickering into his coffee.

“Oh, you don’t want her all to yourself, Seb?”

“Why would I keep her to myself?” I saw Tristan light up a bit at that. It was a subtle change, but I saw it. “That girl has more to give than one man can handle. And I see the way she looks at all of us. The way she takes turns and makes sure everyone gets attention. You can’t tell me you haven’t noticed that.”

I barked out a laugh because I actually had. I hadn’t fully made my mind up as to why I thought she did that, but now my dick really wanted Sebastian’s theory to be right.

“Alright, enough,” Tristan said. “Go wake her up, El. You were supposed to start training thirty minutes ago.”

“Lucky bastard,” Seb mumbled. “I want to train our little pet. Rubbing up against her all day. Pinning her to that mat. Slipping those tight short off of her and slipping in…” He trailed off, and I whacked him on the back of the head before making my way across the room.

“Great, Seb. Now that’s all I’m going to be able to think about for the next couple hours.”

“Good. Maybe getting laid will help that icy exterior of yours.” I flipped him off as I made my way out of the office and down the several hallways to her room.

Her room. I rolled my eyes. She had started calling it her room on her first day. Like she had already decided this was also her house. And maybe it was. Maybe having someone like her around to keep Seb in line, give Tristan some consistency and comfort, and give me…I didn’t know what she would bring to the table for me yet. But maybe having all of those things wrapped up in a cute little package wouldn’t be such a bad idea.

But she still needed to earn my trust. I wasn’t going to walk into this with my cock leading the way. Because if I did, it would blindly lead me straight to her. I opened her door without knocking and found her naked, lying on her stomach with her ass fully on display. Her inky hair spread across the dark sheets.

“Fuck me,” I mumbled under my breath.

She turned her head in my direction and lifted her ass, swaying it from side to side, and smiled.

“With pleasure, love.”

My cock twitched, and I took a deep breath, letting my icy mask fall back on my face. She was not going to get to me that easily.

“Get up, temptress,” I said, leaning against the doorframe. “Time for training.”

She smiled wider and lifted her naked body off the bed, shamelessly flaunting every curve of it in front of me. God, her tits were perfect. I didn’t let my eyes stray any lower before telling her I’d be in the gym and I expected to see her down there in five. I turned on my heel and stalked out, readjusting myself and trying to think about anything other than her ass in the air.

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