Our night hadn’t ended the way she’d expected. Instead of tearing off her clothes and burying my cock deep in her as I wanted to, I’d helped her undress and tucked her into bed.
I knew she was shocked and completely pissed off, but she’d complied, no doubt plotting some sort of revenge like the one she’d implemented on the jet.
The fact she had fallen asleep within minutes of me turning off the light hadn’t mattered, she’d still woken up in a piss-poor mood, barely saying two words to me all morning.
I knew I had to tread carefully, so I did the one thing I was positive would get her temper calmer. I’d taken her to a range, the very one where Adrian and I had met during training. The one run through joint agency cooperation under the guise of a private shooting club.
The second Isa realized where we were, her frown disappeared, replaced by an eager calmness that was both unsettling and intriguing.
For someone born to be a pampered princess, her fascination with guns confused the hell out of me. I wasn’t sure what kind of introduction she’d received from Bri in firearms, but Isa was a fanatic. It was more about mastering a skill versus using her ability for a fight.
Her ability was something I’d read about, but seeing it in person was beyond impressive. Watching her focus as she hit the bullseye of every single target she shot at was eerily arousing. If I’d told her this bit of news, she’d probably say I deserved it for torturing her.
If she wasn’t my wife and I’d met her a few years earlier, I’d have recruited her for the agency.
That was when I’d realized she already worked for one in particular, Solon. Now that I thought about it, I’d heard about an antiquities expert based out of Germany the Berlin office of Interpol would call in on various cases.
It had to be Isa. We were definitely going to have a long conversation about her “clients.”
Before I could even broach the subject, I was going to have to tell Isa the truth about Interpol and most of all about what had happened with Ana and Adrian on our last assignment.
Pushing back the doom I knew was going to come sooner rather than later, I focused on the game I was playing with Isa.
“I promise, the wait will be worth it.”
She mumbled something under her breath as we pulled up to the front of a large two-story stucco and Spanish-tiled-roof house with a giant front lawn designed to blend in with the desert landscape.
“Damn. I never get tired of seeing this place.” Isa scooted toward the car door as it opened.
I stepped out first and offered her my hand so she could exit. When she took it, I tugged her toward me, bringing her in for a kiss.
When I pulled back, the heat was back in her blue eyes. “Want me to build you something like this?”
She shook her head. “No, our penthouse is perfect. I’m a city girl. Plus, I prefer gifts of deadly weapons versus mansions.”
She patted her handbag, where she’d placed the pistol I’d bought her from a dealer near the range.
“You’re definitely the perfect woman for me.”
That got a smile to touch her lips.
“Are the two of you going to stand outside all day making moony eyes at each other or are you coming in? There’s a pregnant woman in the house who’s about to come out and drag you inside,” Penny shouted from the open front door.
Isa
I couldn’t help but smile at Penny’s snarky tone.
“We were discussing weapons,” I called back. “You know how I like weapons.”
Penny snorted and raised her brows toward Sebastian. “I’m sure you like the weapon he’s carrying.”
The woman was incorrigible.
“Obviously. I wouldn’t have married him otherwise.”
Penny rolled her eyes. “And you’re positive it had nothing to do with some archaic European tradition of arranged marriages?”
“Absolutely not.”
“Come on, let me introduce you to my baby brother, Adrian. I’m sure you know he and Sebastian go way back. They studied together at UNLV.”
Adrian came over, and I couldn’t help but take in his sculpted male beauty. The man was built and was almost too good looking, especially with the added effect of the dark shadows of his beard and a slight scar on his chin.
Damn, Ana had done good.
“Hello, Isa. I didn’t get a chance to meet you when you came last time. I heard you’re a bit of a card shark. Hopefully I’ll get to see your skills in action.”
“You never know.”
As I moved into the house, I paused and watched Adrian fist-bump with Sebastian and then hug him.
“It’s good to see you again.” Sebastian smacked Adrian’s back.
“It’s been too long.”
Sebastian’s tone changed to almost a whisper. “I’d gotten used to seeing your ugly mug almost every week.”
“It’s better this way. I’ll do what I have to for Ana. She’s still working through what happened.”
Sebastian knew about what happened to Ana? We were seriously going to have to talk.
“Did you tell her?” Adrian asked as they stepped back from each other.
Sebastian shook his head and then I heard Adrian mutter, “Idiot. It’s your grave.”
What was that about?
Before I could question the men on the unusual exchange, I was engulfed in a plethora of hugs and welcomes. Hagen, Pierce, Zack, and Henna swarmed me.
It was like coming home being around them. They were happy to see me and welcomed me in. It had been like this from the first time I’d met them. The brothers especially were reputed to be hard men but with me they were nothing but affectionate. At first, I’d thought it was because I was their half sister Ana’s friend, but then I realized they genuinely liked me.
Now, anytime one of the Lykaioses made a trip close to Germany, we met up. Of all of them, Hagen was the one who came to visit the most often and had advised me as I’d started my clubs.
“Where’s Ana?”
