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He had striking hazel eyes and dirty blonde hair, worn artfully messy in a way that couldn’t be natural. Half his face was still shadowed, but his sharp jaw and pierced lip caught my eye. A shiver ran through me as his full lips formed into a sexy-ass grin. I wanted to taste the cool metal of that piercing.
His eyes were opposites, one such a light blue it neared white, and the other dark as night.
His hair was black, short on the sides and long on the top, still perfectly gelled from the party. He was well over six feet tall and had high cheekbones and a sharp jaw, currently set tight in obvious annoyance. He didn’t want to be here any more than we wanted him here.
“I doubt we’ll be attending any parties, Soph. This is gang warfare, not fucking Gossip Girl.”
I just shrugged. Like hell I was going to be the one to explain the reason behind the alliance to her. “Something like that. You’d have to ask Nico.”
“You’re hot when you're all murdery, Little Thief. Love the violence.”
“You’re going to come for us, Firecracker, and know just how much we own you.”
“Not finding you was never an option. I would burn down the entire city to get you back.”
“We’re going to hunt down every single last one of you that tried to steal her from us.” His voice was edged, and a shiver ran down my spine. “And enjoy cutting you up and making you scream until all of you learn the lesson that you don’t fuck with the Gentlemen, and you definitely don’t fuck with what’s ours.”
“You had one fucking job, Esposito. It was your fucking job to keep her safe.” “O’Rourke,” Nico said stiffly. “Sophie is alive, we’ll get her back.” “You’d better fucking get her back, boy. She’s your damn wife.”
