Page 173 of Five Brothers

“There’s nothing covert about Harley Quinn.”

True. “How about I just did something naughty?”

“And didn’t get caught?” he presses. “Catwoman.”

“Eh.” I fold my arms over my chest. “I don’t look good in black.”

It completely washes me out.

“Is this going to come back and bite us in the ass?” Army looks ready to scold me.

I shake my head. “If it bites anyone’s ass, it’ll be mine.”

He steps up to me, looking down into my eyes like I’m so adorable.

“My father is here,” I tell him. “I broke into his locker and texted myself screenshots from his phone. His email, his credit card charges, his texts …”

“Did you erase the screenshots you took?”

“Yes.”

“And emptied the trash?” Dallas chimes in.

“I’m not an idiot.”

“Did you erase the texts you sent yourself?” Trace questions.

I widen my eyes in shock, covering my mouth with my hand.

When Trace cocks his head and opens his mouth, ready to chastise me, I drop my hand and scowl. “Yes, you moron.”

I’m a child of the digital age.

Army blinks his long eyelashes over those beautiful eyes. “You did it for your mother.”

I shrug. “My mom is my mom, but she deserves her cut. And so do my siblings.”

“And you?”

I don’t reply.

I guess I could squeeze my college fund back out of my father, but I didn’t think about it. I’m not sure I can demand anything yet. I need to study the information I just got.

But Trace steps closer. “She has us,” he tells his brother.

“And we have her,” Dallas adds.

They both move closer, standing with Army, and the room suddenly feels a lot smaller.

I turn around and grab the door handle, but a hand covers mine on the knob. I stare at the leather straps around his right wrist.

“I want her,” I hear Dallas say behind me. “It’s my turn.”

I freeze.

“Dallas, that’s enough,” Army tells him.

I turn around and move away from Dallas, toward the other side of the room.