Rory’s POV
“You cannot be f*****g serious,” I grit my teeth. I f****d the daughter of one of the most notorious assassin’s in the country. The Haitian Trigger, she is…was as f*****g deadly as she was gorgeous. I remember our pa tried to hire her just so he could get her into bed.
God, Karma, or the f*****g universe must have a good sense of humor because decades later both my twin and I slept with her spiting image.
“Grinding your teeth will not change the fact that you slept with her,” Noah quips.
“So did Colin,” I fire back. My twin whistles at the situation. He has always been level-headed out of the two of us.
“Be that as it may,” Noah redirects our attention. Asher has already retreated to his office after dropping that f*****g bomb on us.
“She is here and we are dealing wit
