MIRANDAI filed out of the room with the rest of the students while nibbling at the end of my pencil and glaring at the piece I had just worked on. We had to pick a culture, do research on it, and then design something true to the culture with a modern take. I was still figuring out what culture to choose from, on the fence between Hispanic and Indian, so I designed something for both. My indecisiveness was getting so bad that I was close to going eeny, meeny, miny, moe and just choosing whatever my finger landed on.I let out a small grumble before slamming my sketchbook shut. My head tipped back, letting the sun warm my face as a smile graced my lips. This morning my sister, Jake, and I had gone out for breakfast. I hadn't been home since the night with Ace and I owed my sister an explanation so I gave her the truth. Her reaction was staring at me with a gaping mouth and wide eyes.It had been a little o

ACE"What are you proposing exactly?" Jericho asked after hearing the options Miranda had laid out for us.Fuck, if hearing her voice her dark mind didn't have my dick throbbing, I didn't know what would.Miranda shrugged, gnawing at her plump bottom lip, "All I'm saying is, a jilted lover would be the perfect excuse. They're both married and I doubt either of their wives know of this affair. Maybe it's time to air some dirty laundry? We don't have to kill them, we could always blackmail them.""Blackmail gets you killed in the end," Quinn finally spoke up for the first time. She was more of a listener. Unless she had something to contribute to the conversation she didn't speak. She was like a sponge, soaking up what she could so she could use it for later, "and I don't like the idea of killing them but, if I'm being honest, I'd rather it be them than Ace."I grinned at th

ACE"WHAT DID YOU DO?" I yelled into my phone.We had turned the tables. Instead of those fuckers following us, we were following them. It might have given the game away that we were onto them but it gave them a taste of their own God damned medicine. Though, we had to be careful—or, at least, Gunnar had to be careful. Even with him being well ahead of the gun trade compared to his competitors, he was still losing business because of this inconvenience. And, knowing my brother, it wasn't sitting well with him. So, what he had done shouldn't have surprised me, and yet, it did.It did because my brother was the cold, calculated one between us two even if his temper went off like a grenade, destroying everything in its wake."It was one of those times where he was doing the following," Gunnar grunted and I fisted the steering wheel, feeling Miranda's curious gaze burning every inch of f

MIRANDA"So, a psychopath is officially going to be my brother-in-law unless you find a way to royally fuck it up again," my sister mused while jabbing the button on the elevator like a possessed freak while baring her teeth."Hey," I glowered at her words, circling my fingers around her wrist and yanking her hand away from the poor button—it wasn't as if her fighting with it lessened our wait time, "what makes you think I'll find a way to fuck this up? He's just as capable of doing that.""Sure he is," my sister's black-stained lips pulled into a grin but it held no warmth. When she dressed as if a black hole had chewed her and then spat her out then warmth was the last thing I expected to grace her face right now, "but you're you and he's, quite frankly, made you his obsession from the moment he set eyes on you. The last thing he's going to do is something that will fuck up what he's finally got his hands on after you held out on him for so long.""You haven't even had a proper conve

  MIRANDA   I groaned. My head felt heavy on my shoulders with a pounding headache that rivaled every single hangover I ever had in my life. My thoughts were scrambled but I forced myself to stitched them back together because there was a nagging feeling at the back of my mind telling me life depended on it. I remembered Ace dropping me off at my apartment this morning before heading to see his brother. Then, I got showered, dressed, and made my way down to the basement parking with my sister so I could attend classes today.   From there onwards, everything was a blur coming back to me in flashy fragments. I remembered the cold chill that ran down my spine and then the even colder chill of the barrel of a gun pressed to the back of my head. There was a phone call but I couldn't remember the details of it and then I was driving to God only knew where because I couldn't remember. But