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I feel a hand on my cheek, and when I open my eyes, I see Luca beside me on the bed.

"Luca?" I wrap my entire body around him. "I missed you."

"I'm sorry if I scared you," he whispers.

"I wasn't scared," I tell him. "I was just worried about you. What happened?"

Behind me, Declan stirs. "Teagan? Luca, what are you—"

"Relax," Luca says. "I'm fine."

"Luca isn't going to hurt me," I tell him. I close my eyes, bury my head in his chest, and breathe him in. "He loves me."

"Yeah, I do love you, baby," he says. "You're right."

Declan sighs. "Okay," he says.

He kisses the back of my head and goes back to sleep.

SEVENTEEN

Inever did find out what upset Luca so much. Whatever it was, Declan must have taken care of it like they said, and no one has brought it up since. But the show here in Reno was outstanding—the biggest crowd I've been a part of yet. And aside from Declan being on the phone more than usual, everything seems to be back to normal.

Or whatever my new normal is, at least.

Is it normal for a man like Declan—a killer—to look at a girl like me the way he is right now…while his brother's hand is inside my skirt?

He smiles. "Let's go out."

"You mean him?" I ask, pointing to Luca.

"No," Declan says. "I'm talking to you, too. We don't have to leave tomorrow, and I don't want to go back to the hotel. There's a club around the corner; they've got a celebrity DJ tonight. It'll be loud and dark. We can blend in. What do you think?" He brushes my hair away from my face. "You look really pretty tonight."

"Why are you in such a good mood?" I ask.

"It was a great fucking show," he says. "Why do you still hate it when I'm nice to you?"

"I don't…" I lie.

"I'm down," Luca says, picking me up and throwing me over his shoulder. He turns his head, flips my skirt up, and bites me on the ass.

"Ouch!" I squeal. "That hurts."

"That's a beautiful fucking sight," Declan says. My face flushes. "Come on. There's a car out back."

"You want me to tell the others?" Luca asks.

"No," Declan says. "I don't."

The three of us all get in the back of the car, and Declan gives the driver the name of the club.

"And wait for us," he says, handing the man a few hundred-dollar bills.

"No problem," the driver says.

When we get there, he pulls around back, and we're let in through the side door. Declan wears sunglasses in the dark space, and Luca pulls his hair back and covers it with a cap. I look his muscled, tattooed body up and down in his white v-neck top and jeans.

"What are you looking at?" Luca taunts with a hand on my ass as we follow Declan to the bar.