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“Not everything,” she whispers.

“Which parts were real?” I ask. “The way you kissed them?”

She lifts her chin defiantly. “You want the truth? Fine. I’m Agent Natalie Hayes, FBI Financial Crimes Unit. I was sent here to investigate your organization for money laundering, racketeering, and conspiracy charges.”

“And?” Silas’s voice is deadly quiet.

“And I’ve been doing my job.”

“What about the rest of it?” Garrett asks.

“That was…” She pauses, something vulnerable flickering across her face. “That was real.”

“Real enough to betray us anyway,” I observe.

“I have a job to do.”

“Had,” I correct. “Because your undercover operation just ended.”

I look between my brothers, seeing my own thoughts reflected in their faces. Anger, betrayal, hurt. But underneath it all, something else. Something darker and more possessive.

8

EMBER

The silencein the office is deafening. Three pairs of eyes bore into me. Atlas with blood on his split lip from where I hit him, Garrett’s hands clenched into fists at his sides, Silas gone completely still in that predatory way that makes my pulse race. I’m trapped in this room with three men who know exactly who I am and what I’ve done to them.

And the way they’re looking at me now…

It’s not just anger I see in their faces. It’s hunger. Raw, desperate want that makes my stomach flip and heat pool between my thighs despite everything that’s happened. Despite the fact that I should be terrified.

I’ve been trained for situations like this—captured, outnumbered, facing unknown consequences. Fear should be flooding my system, making me cold and calculating. Instead, heat spreads through my body as all three men crowd closer.

I tried everything to get out of this situation. I bargained, I fought, I used every technique they taught me at Quantico. Noneof it worked. These men are too smart, too strong, too prepared. Whatever happens next, I can’t stop it.

But maybe I don’t want to.

“So what now?” I ask, surprised by how steady my voice sounds. “You call your other gang members? Expose me? Kill me?”

“Kill you?” Atlas steps closer, and I can smell his cologne mixed with something darker. “Why would we kill you when we’ve barely begun to enjoy you?”

My breath catches. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means,” Silas says softly, moving to my left while Garrett shifts to my right, “that you’ve been driving us crazy. FBI agent or not, that hasn’t changed.”

“You lied to us,” Garrett adds, his Scottish accent thick with fury. “Made us trust you. Made us want you.”

“And now we know why you kissed my brothers,” Atlas continues, backing me against his desk.

I know where they’re headed and if I’m going to die anyway, why not let the horny part of me have this moment? Why not stop fighting the attraction that’s been eating me alive since Garrett kissed me in that storage room? Since Silas looked at me with those piercing eyes and made my heart race with just a smirk?

I hated them when I first arrived. Wanted to handcuff Garrett myself for being such a pervert. But then he protected me, kissed me, made me feel things I swore I’d never feel on a job again. And Silas… God, when he came back to town looking like something out of a fantasy, I couldn’t hold myself back anymore.

At least I’ll get something out of all this mess. At least my body will know what it feels like to be claimed by men I’ve been craving despite every rational thought.

“Strip,” Atlas says quietly.

My hands shake as I reach for the hem of my T-shirt. This is really happening. I’m really going to let this happen. The smart thing would be to refuse, to try to maintain some control over the situation. But smart went out the window the moment I decided to stop fighting.