Page 61 of Veiled Vengeance

“No, no. I’m fine, I swear.” I roll my lips to keep the laugh inside but fail. My abs become sore, and I hold my stomach, bending at the waist. “Y’all look so?—”

Their hands guide me to stand upright.

“What?” Zane is getting more and more concerned by the second.

“Y’all look so adorable in your matching outfits.”

Asher grimaces, and Zane blinks rapidly while Rio has a smug look on his face. They’re wearing black cargo pants with multiple pockets on each leg, muscle black tees that hug their sculpted bodies, and black combat boots. All are clearly from the same store.

Bad Guys ‘R’ Us. Must be a members-only store.

Asher accuses Rio. “You did this, didn’t you?”

Rio doesn’t deny it and lifts a shoulder.

Zane pinches the bridge of his nose. “You would.”

“You two wouldn’t let me give us a name, so I figured the next best thing was matching mission costumes,” Rio defends himself.

My eyebrows shoot up. “Y’all have a name?”

“No,” Asher and Zane bellow in unison.

“Only because you buzzkills made sure of that,” Rio grumbles and crosses his arms.

I know we need to be serious, but whatever I can do to bring them a little light while we wait for Gabriel to get here, I’ll do it. “Let me hear some.”

“Don’t encourage him,” Asher implores me.

Rio ignores him and turns to me. Excitement enters his eyes. “The Devil’s Sword.”

My face scrunches. “Veto.”

Rio doesn’t let my rejection of the name stop him. “The Henchmen, The Devil’s Army . . .”

“We vetoed those already,” Asher interjects.

“The Devil’s Errand Boys,” Rio continues.

I shake my head. “That sounds like a weird boy band.”

“Please stop,” Zane whines.

“The Devils of New York.”

Tilting my head, I respond. “Ooo! That has a nice ring to it.”

Rio claps his hands. “Our queen has spoken!”

Asher and Zane groan.

Rio quite literally looks like a kid in a candy store. “I’ll add you to our group chat.”

I mock frown. “Don’t I get a matching outfit too?”

Rio smirks. “Check your closet.”

He didn’t . . .