How to Steal a Thief (Unholy Trifecta, #2)

by A.J. Sherwood

“Okay,” Aiden agreed, as he seemed to be waiting for a response. Was this something like playing a Sim game?

You had to keep pressing A to get through the conversation with the NPC?

Chuckling rough and low, like a purring puma,

“Accept the good in your life. Like me. I’m a fucking delight.”

HE’D FLIRTED WITH THIS MAN IN THE GROCERY STORE!

Usually aliens, intellectuals, and politicians were all in the firm ‘nooooo’ category for Ivan.

“I think dildo perfectly good insult. I’d call the man a dick, but he’s not real enough.”

Libido informed him that Ivan checked all his boxes and suggested he make a damn move already, please and thank you.

“I performed a social activity yesterday. Please wait the requisite three days before submitting another request,” K deadpanned back, dry as a martini.

Stop stirring up shit.” “I’m curious. When stirring up shit, do you stir in clockwise or counter-clockwise motion?”

Oh-ho. This was looking more challenging. Fucking finally. It looked like he’d have to break into the auction house after all.

The man’s sizeable beer belly swayed from side to side as he moved with all the grace of a charging hippo.

Ivan shot him a disapproving look. “You don’t bury people in shallow graves. Those get found. Bury him deep.”

So very, very responsive, his Aiden. Seducing him had to be the best idea Ivan had had in years.

Aiden was much stronger than his appearance suggested. It gave Ivan tingles. The good kind.

“Ivan, are all of your friends good looking?” “Da. Sent ugly ones back.”

“Ivan’s a hot mess.” “Excuse you,” Ivan sniffed, for all the world put upon and wounded. “At least I’m a fun hot mess. Like a train wreck full of pizza, fireworks, and glitter.”

It wasn’t a lot, what Carter had asked him to do, but Aiden really wanted to help in whatever way he could. He also felt touched the man had taken the time to stop and check in on him. Carter, too, was a gentle soul. Or at least he was a thoughtful man.

“That’s fine. Just keep your hands off of him.” “Yup,” Aiden said to the open air. “Still standing right here.”

Perhaps Aiden had been a siren in a previous life. It would explain much.

She’d not done Aiden any favors by raising him as she had. Just look at what’d happened after she died. He’d immediately fallen into bad hands. Granted, they were Ivan’s hands, and he had only slightly nefarious intentions, but still. He was a criminal from a long line of criminals.

He and Ari shared a forlorn glance. “He take all joy from life.” “He does that,” Ari agreed sourly.

pregnant pause.

I think what you’ve failed to realize during all of your panicking is that you are a mature, responsible man.” “Why do you insult me?” Ivan whined at him.

my Aiden.