“You killed Darby,” Cullen says. “You killed their son. Of course they want revenge. And for that matter, what if it’s your family? Huh? You’re the one that was supposed to make the kill, right? Kill Jaci Ruby. You haven’t yet.”
“So you think my family sent someone to do this?” Archer asks.
“What the fuck do either of us know…”
“We should just settle this once and for all.”
“We should,” Cullen says.
He steps back and takes his shirt off.
Rippling muscle flexes.
Archer steps up onto the porch and he takes his jacket off.
Then his shirt.
He’s got muscle cascading from his chest down to his stomach muscles that slide so easily into his jeans.
They both put their fists up.
The first one to take that first swing is the one who will officially start the greatest mafia war in history…
Itake a deep breath and play with the top of my jeans.
I’m all worked up as I picture Cullen and Archer shirtless, fighting each other.
If I were to keep that fantasy from above going, I’d have them beat each other almost senseless.
Then I show up, dressed in all white.
I’d strip naked and take them one at a time.
Cullen between my legs.
Archer in my mouth.
I’d wait for them each to finish and then they’d swap positions.
I rock my hips and let out a sigh.
I’m sure you’re thinking this is the last thing I should be doing.
I’m fucking kidnapped after all, right?
I’m in a bed in a dark basement.
My left ankle is handcuffed to the bed.
And all I do is wait.
For a drink.
For a meal.
For a conversation that will lead me to nowhere.
So in the meantime, I make up stories of what Cullen and Archer are doing right now.