Page 92 of Death's Favor

“Jesus, Ree, your face was made to be fucked.” DiAngelo’s words snag in my ears.

Ree? He couldn’t mean … surely, not. There’s no way.

“Tell me you want it. I want to hear the words.”

“Please, D,” she begs. “Please come on my tits.” Her voice is huskier than normal, but there’s no mistaking it. That’s my fucking sister.

I’m so stunned that the disgust I should be feeling has no room to surface. How is this happening? Terina and DiAngelo argue anytime they’re around one another. He’s ten years older than her. Hell, that’s his best friend’s little sister. Does Renzo know?

No, there’s absolutely no fucking way.

But man, do I want a front-row seat when he does find out because, for once, it won’t be me looking down the barrel of his anger.

Terina starts to moan, and I lose my shit.

“Jesus fucking Christ, stop before I vomit!” I scream into the phone.

Muttered curses follow before someone fumbles with the phone.

“Tommy?” D asks breathlessly.

“Yeah, fuckwad. Don’t think that’s what Renzo meant when he said take care of my sister.”

A single curse is his only answer.

“Fuck.”

You got that right.