Rory's POV
"You cannot be fucking serious," I grit my teeth. I fucked the daughter of one of the most notorious assassin's in the country. The Haitian Trigger, she is…was as fucking 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 fucking 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 fucking bomb on us.
"She is here and we are dealing with her."
I saw Noah's animalistic side come out the moment she told us who she really was. When Asher told us about her family.
"Her entire family was murdered when she was fourteen, no reason why she doesn't trust anyone." Colin stated as his eyes zero towards the shut door that occupied our house guest.
I don't even know what the fuck to call her.
"We are all thinking it, I am gonna fucking say it; Isabella way sexier than Christopher." Colin smirked and arched his eyebrow at us.
"Fucking lunatic," Noah muttered.
"That is not what anyone was thinking." I retorted.
"Oh yeah," Colin said never dropping his smirk. "Then what pray tell were you thinking 'big brother'." He only uses that line to piss me off. I was born three minutes ahead and he never lets me forget it.
"I was thinking that both of you fucked her and Asher didn't beat the shite out of us for it." Noah said cutting up a meat. The accuracy and precision of that blade reminds me that he was the deadliest of all of us.
"Yet," I said. "But how did he know about the two of you," I nodded towards my twin. His smirk grew to a fucking grin.
"He might have heard her early this morning…from the gym."
Well now I have to disinfect my favorite place in the house now. Or I'll be thinking of it myself.
"Lucky son of a bastard." Noah says shaking his head.
I ignore their back and forth and decided to check on her. I sigh as I rapt my knuckles on the door. When I don't hear the invitation I shrug and invite myself in. I look and see my spitfire laying in bed staring at the ceiling.
"Have you lot decided who gets to slit my throat yet," she says not moving her head.
I close the door behind me. "Not yet, if it makes you feel any better Colin and Noah are drawing straws." I smirk. I thought I saw her smile for a second. Then she hides behind that wall we have all seen.
"So did your mother teach you to shield your emotions like that."
I see her face turn to me. She glares daggers at me.
"No she taught me not to let Irish bastards like you lot in," she spits.
"Obviously you failed that lesson, darling." I walk to the edge of the bed.
"What do you want Rory," she sighs.
"Really Rory, no Ro. I am hurt." I pretend to hold my hand over my heart.
"When I called you, Ro, we were fucking." Oh yeah I'm still on her shit list but truth be told she is not my favorite person in the building right now.
She sits up and brings her face inches from mine.
"What happened to "trust that my brothers and I aren't your enemy," she glares at me.
"When I told you that you had nothing to fear from us." I stop myself. I was still pissed at this woman and yet I was throwing her a fucking lifeline. I shook my head.
"That was before Ash found out that you have been lying to us the entire time."
She sighs. "I have done it to protect myself. I want to know who had my family slaughtered and the only way to do that is to fly as lower to the radar as possible."
I look at her. I sigh as she bites her lip. For a moment I can see that scared little girl that watched her family die in front of her.
"My brothers and I look out for each other. We all had something or someone betray that trust and we have all paid that price."
She looks at me. Her eyes drop to her hands.
"Why," she asks me. "You could have ended my life when you noticed the first time. So why didn't you try to kill me then?"
I couldn't give her answer because I did not have one myself. "I don't know."
"So what happens now," I hear her whisper.
"Well Noah has dinner ready and if you promise to behave and not throw knives I'll let you sit between me and Colin." She laughs.
I am tempted to hold her and kiss her, but that darkness the lies that she is hiding. I am also tempted to silence her with the pillow that she sleeps with.
"Rory," I snap out of my thoughts when she calls out to me.
"Yeah, spitfire."
"Thank you. I know that all of you are…all of you have every right to be pissed at me, but I appreciate you coming in here."
Even though her words are kind I can see her emotions are hidden. I still don't trust her and every time she throws up those walls makes me hesitate more. Those walls could be the end of me and my siblings. I need to get out of this room her scent is starting to make me suffocate and lose all rational thoughts.
I help her stand up from the bed and we walk to the kitchen.
As we turn the corner I hear Noah's knife hitting the cutting board. Fuck I hope his temper has gone down. A few hours ago he had her against the wall with a cleaver at her throat. But I could see the challenge in her eyes. She was pushing Noah and gambling her life at the same time.
"So what do I call you. Christopher. Isabella. The demon spawn of the Trigger." She laughs.
"Well Asher has been calling me Isabella since he found out. So whatever works for you." She shrugs.
"No offense doll, but Isabella seems too prima ballerina too me," I hear Colin before I see him. The chair is turned backwards and he is sitting forward watching Noah cook.
"I was named after a ballerina," she said as she sits at the table. Noah puts his knife down and turns to us.
"So what Christopher is off the table, hellion." He says.
"You know with all the pet names do you really need to call me my actual name." she sneers. Colin laughs as his glances pass to me. I noticed it to, but I say nothing.
"Well considering we just found out that you are the daughter of one of the most dangerous hitman in our line of work, we have some questions."
She looks at me. "There's nothing left aside from what Asher told you. I want to find the person that ordered the hit on my family. I want to know why."
Colin put his hands clasped to his chin. "And what are you gonna do once you find out, banphrionsa."
Her gaze slides to each of us as if we already know the answer. "I am going to kneel them to my feet, shove my gun down their throat and empty the clip." She says with a monotone.
Fuck if this woman didn't make me hard enough with how she looks, that mouth alone is making all the blood rush to my cock. If I stand I'm going to pass out.
Noah clears his throat getting my attention away from her mouth. "So that's it kill the one that ordered the hit."
"You make it sound so simple. I have been searching for years and got nothing." She looks down.
"Look Topher—
"Don't fucking call me that," she rears back. We all stand up at her outburst at Colin. Even Asher is out of his office because of her scream. I finally see tears form in her eyes. Her body shakes.
"Please don't call me that." she shakes her head. I hear a sob rake through her body.
Before any one of us could react, Colin has taken her in his arms. She is sobbing. His hands rub her back, and that's when his eyes widen by her words. She passes out.
Colin hands her over to Asher, who then lays her unconscious body on the sofa.
"What the fuck did she whisper to you," I ask. What ever it was freaked him out.
Colin reaches for a beer out of the fridge. He pops the cap off with one turn. Chugs it.
"She told me…" His eyes are searching.
Noah puts his hands on Colin's shoulder.
"What has you spooked boy." The father voice comes out of Asher.
Colin swallows. "Topher is the nickname she use to call her brother. She said it was the last thing she said to him…"
I look at Isabella's sleeping form. She has more demons than any of us.
Fucking hell.