Page 57 of Five Brothers
I charge over to Iron and dig in his pocket, scowling up at him as I search for my keys. Is he trying to be a jerk? If we fuck, it has to be insane. Not because I’m his prize.
I shove my hand in his other pocket and feel my keys but also something else. My underwear.
Iron looks down at me, his chest pressing against mine, but something catches my attention.
I shift my eyes to the right. Macon stares at me.
Again.
A banner hangs on the wall above his head, the hourglass emblem billowing in the breeze. He doesn’t blink and barely breathes, and Turin notices, following his gaze.
But mine doesn’t leave his.
And for a second, something somewhere inside of me hurts.
I slip my panties out of his brother’s pocket and step into them, careful as I pull them up underneath the skirt. I try not to look back at him, but I can’t help it.
Macon’s attention isn’t on me anymore, though. It’s on the street and the bottle nearly empty at his side.
“Love your costume, Krisjen,” Dallas coos. “We’ll have no problem finding you in a crowd.”
Yeah, a lot of people are wearing black. Won’t be hard to pick out all my green and purple and orange.
“Did they explain it to you, newbie?” Iron strolls behind me as I head to the street with the others. “You had a good education. What’s the Red Right Hand?”
“It’s fromParadise Lost,” I reply, joining the crowd in the middle of the road. “Divine vengeance.”
Maybe not a good education, but definitely a Catholic one.
He tips his head at me. “You know where you’re going?”
“I’ll protect her.” Trace wiggles his eyebrows. “If she wants me being the only one to see her naked tonight, that is.”
I sneer. “You’re such a gentleman.”
He plants a kiss on my forehead, and I jerk away.
I face them, the night breeze calm but thick, something heavy in the air. I’m already sweating.
I face them as they stand in the middle of the road, digging my heels into the ground and ready for the music to start.
Iron grins at me, but then he pulls off his jacket and rips open his shirt, tossing both on the ground. He gestures his brothers over and tells them something I can’t hear, the whole time stealing glances over at me.
“Shit,” I murmur.
“Hey, why can’t I be a Red Right Hand?” a man shouts off to my right. “How many times you guys want to see me naked?”
“It’s for everyone else, Chon,” Iron shouts. “They’ve heard how big you are. As hosts, we have to accommodate.”
Everyone laughs. When was the last time they played this?
Macon had to have at least once. Maybe a long time ago?
A drop lands on my hand. I tilt my eyes up, seeing a flash of lightning cut through the sky.
“Are you ready?” Army calls out.
The whole crowd howls. “Whoo!”