Page 12 of Altered By Fire (Undercover Sinners 1)
“I’d like to be the ace in her hole,” Colt snickers and exchanges a high five with Weston.
The two of them look like they always do: playful, mischievous, and curious. They're on my side, for sure. Mace looks concerned, but I know he’ll agree in order to keep Natalia safe. The big lug has already taken a shining to her after she cried, naked in his lap. The bigger they are, the harder they fall.
Arsen is my only wild card. Always fucking Arsen. He’s been a thorn in my side for too damn long, and it’s wearing thin on my patience.
Without really noticing what I'm doing, my thumb strokes over one of the guns strapped to my waist.
"You don't have the balls," Arsen taunts, holding my gaze and correctly interpreting my thoughts. Of course he does. If anyone thinks more about killing people than myself and the rest of the team, it’s this psychotic fucker.
"One of these days, Arsen," I promise him in a deathly quiet voice, "you'll push me far enough."
"But that day ain't today, padre." He grins a shit-eating grin that makes me want to plow a fist into his face.
Taking a deep breath to calm myself, I look around at the room. "All in favor of training Natalia?"
Weston coughs a laugh and gives me a sly smirk. "Training Natalia? Or training her? Big difference we're talking about here, boss."
Both.
My dick twitches in my pants at the thought of tying that beautiful mess down and having my way with her. She’d make the perfect sexual submissive, with a little encouragement.
"Training her to stay alive and help us take down the most ruthless mob family in this state, Weston," I growl at him, even though my mind is already wandering deep into a daydream of training that lush piece of ass.
"Just checking." He shrugs. "I'm in for both types. Colt is too, aren't ya?" He whacks his best friend in the chest, and Colt nods eagerly at me.
"I think that it would be safer to send her to the nunnery," Mace rumbles with a deep scowl setting his features, "but we can't force her to go. So, I vote in favor of keeping her here. Besides, she'd make a terrible nun. Girl likes being naked too much."
I turn my attention back to Arsen, and raise my brows. "Well? For or against? You know this needs to be a unanimous decision."
It really does need to be unanimous; it's the way of our team. We're in deep cover and therefore have no contact whatsoever with our superiors until the job is done. Everything we do has to be agreed upon as a team.
"Hell, you'll hear no complaints from me about keeping her here," Arsen purrs, like he's already picturing Natalia stretched out naked on the church altar. "But I make no promises to keep my dick out of her if she begs for it." He gives me a smug smile. “And she will. Beg. I can guarantee that.”
My jaw tightens, but I bite back my anger. Sometimes arguing with Arsen is as effective as arguing with a brick wall.
"Good. We're all in agreement then: she stays and gets trained." I really don't intend to put so much emphasis on that word, knowing full well where my team's sexual proclivities lay, but it just slips out.
I'm saved any further dirty innuendos from the boys by the sound of bare feet on stone floor approaching the vestry we're all sitting in. Typically, this room would have been used by the resident priests as an office, or a room to meet with parishioners in. We've converted it into our armory.
A soft knock precedes Natalia before she pokes her head around the door, looking frightened and sad. Not nearly as terrified as she'd been when she turned up in our church last night, soaked through from the rain, splattered with blood that I doubt she even realized was on her, and stinking of smoke.
Something awful must have happened to this beautiful creature to send her fleeing into the night in search of a nunnery … and that something could possibly be crucial to our case.
But how do we make her trust us?
"Hi, sorry to interrupt," she whispers in a meek-sounding voice, but her eye contact is strong and confident. "I was just trying to make coffee, and I can't figure out the machine?"
A clatter of sound echoes through the badly insulated room as all four of my men, including Arsen, push back their chairs and offer to help her.
"Arsen," I snap with steel in my voice, "sit the fuck back down. Colt, you go help Natalia."
"Thanks." She beams at me, like a ray of goddamn sunshine, and as the door swings open further to reveal the rest of her form, my mouth goes dry. Her party dress was crusted with blood, so we told her it’d been thrown out and that she could borrow some robes until new clothes could be purchased.
