Wow.
Each killer kisses differently.
I mean, each guy kisses differently.
They’re not just killers. They’re…
“I’ve missed you, love,” Cullen whispers.
“Maybe you shouldn’t have been such an asshole to Seth,” I say.
“She’s hung up on it,” Archer says. “This guy really has a piece of her heart.”
That pisses Cullen off.
His face twists with a deadly anger.
He looks at Archer. “The fuck he does. Why the fuck do you think I’m here, Amatti?”
“I don’t know,” Archer says. “Pure jealousy?”
“There is no jealousy here,” Cullen says. He looks at me. “Right, Jaci?”
I slowly nod.
Cullen slides his hands from my face.
He takes my left hand.
Then he nods to Archer.
Archer then takes my right hand.
I’m again filled with intense fear. Yet I’m turned on.
So fucking turned on.
So. Fucking. Turned. On.
“There’s a reason I showed up just now,” Cullen says. “And it wasn’t to calm Amatti’s boner.”
I smirk.
“I’ll fucking cut yours off,” Archer warns.
“Don’t do that,” I say. “I like his. And I like yours.”
I feel dirty. I feel like this is wrong.
But fuck society, right?
I’m not part of society as it is.
And if I really am part of the mafia…
Fuck it.
“You’re coming with me toMakson Ridge, love,” Cullen says.