“Catching them in the act,” Yancy responds immediately. “If they’re caught, the FBI will finally have proof of their involvement.”“Then we need to get that proof,” Rosco insists. “Whatever it takes.”“It would help a lot with this fight for the rights of Emerald Moon,” Yancy agrees. “Right now, the
[Denali’s POV]I kneel in front of Elise as she sits quietly with a gentle smile on her face. As I take her in, that feeling from earlier begins to claw its way up once again, but I ignore it while beginning to clean up the scrapes that she sustained while being mugged.When I finish, I sit back and
[Rosco’s POV]I lead Denali into Le Creme while Elise and Marty follow behind us, and even if Denali explained to me why we were going along with this clear criminal's game, the urge to turn around and rip her to shreds grows in me.Inside, I feel Fabian also chomping at the bit to get his claws on
Once we finish, Elise leans back in her seat happily and fixes her gaze on Denali once more. From the look in her eyes, it is clear she is trying to think of something to say to prolong this moment, but I’ve humored her long enough and want to get Denali back to our suite and alone.“Are you ready t
[Rosco’s POV]Anger and happiness mix with one another as I continue to stare straight ahead. How the fuck could such a precious moment be ruined like this? Was the goddess playing some sort of fucking joke with me? No. That wasn’t what was going on; this was just more confirmation that Elise was, i
“Yeah, there is,” I admit, deciding to be honest. “A moment that was meant to be precious and euphoric for me was ruined because of an outsider.”I guess this was my way of testing the bond between Denali and me. To tell her that her evil twin or sister or whatever the fuck Elise was meant for me ju
[Denali’s POV]Rosco’s hands trail along my skin, traveling from my thighs to my sides, and then finally around my back so they can come to rest on my ass. Once there, he pulls me forward so that I can wrap my legs around him.“Rosco,” I whimper as his mouth finds my throat and begins to explore it
“Fuck, mi reina,” Rosco growls, digging his fingers into my ass. “What’s gotten into you?”“You,” I whisper, leaning forward and pressing my mouth against his once more. “You’ve gotten into me, and I don’t want you to ever let go.”“Mind your words,” he warns, flipping us so that he is on top and ca