The Fight In Us: A Brother's Best Friend College Romance (The Four Book 4) Becca Steele (speld decodable readers .TXT) 📖

other than that and the pleasure I was bringing her. Afterwards, when she’d sucked my cock, she’d completely taken me by surprise. I was willing to bet, based on the things she’d told me and implied, that she hadn’t sucked dick before, but fuuuuck. Her gorgeous eyes staring up at me, her movements that lacked finesse but were full of her usual confidence and so fucking good…yeah, we’d be doing that again. And again.

Fuck. I shuffled on the floor, glad that my laptop was hiding my growing boner.

“You alright, mate?”

I jumped at the sound of Cassius’ voice, and I knew that my cheeks were flaming red.

Yeah, mate, I’m fine. Just thinking about how your sister gives amazing head.

Divert! I said the first thing that came into my head. “What are we naming this? Operation BMSD?”

“Sounds like BDSM.”

“It’s Bring Martin Smith Down.”

He shook his head. “Nah. That’s shit, mate. What about Operation Canine? Since we’re trying to rescue dogs.”

“Sorry, are you five? What the fuck kind of name is that?” Caiden interrupted, and Cassius stuck his tongue out at him.

“Seriously? Why does it always end up with an argument about code names?” Winter muttered, but she couldn’t hide her amusement. Instead of carrying on what I knew would be a long conversation with no resolution, I changed the subject, turning back to Cassius.

“Does the name Martin Smith mean anything to you?”

His brow creased. “I’ve heard the name mentioned. He works at Alstone Holdings, right?”

“That’s right.” I pulled up the dossier I’d put together. Technically, all I was supposed to be doing in my role as Nitro was sift through his data and see if I could find anything incriminating, but that wasn’t enough for me. This was personal, involving my family and friends and the business we’d one day inherit.

I went through his information while everyone focused on the TV screen.

“Martin Smith. Age fifty-two. Divorced, no contact with his ex-wife that I can see, no kids. Lives alone. From what I can tell from his phone records, he doesn’t have any close friends, although it sounds like he meets up with the same few people weekly, either at Alstone Members Club or one of the local pubs. Nothing unusual, nothing that would throw up any flags.”

Lena slipped off the sofa and came to sit next to me on the floor, tugging my laptop off me. “Do you mind?”

I shook my head, letting her do whatever she wanted, my attention drawn to her face. Or more specifically, her mouth. Tamping down the urge to lean forwards and just kiss her, I attempted to focus on what she was doing.

Everything was quiet for a few minutes as she tapped on the keys, scrolling through information so fast that my eyes couldn’t keep up. When she’d located our secure storage, she opened a folder, clicking through the files quickly. Eventually she cleared her throat, bringing up a video on the screen and hitting Play.

I hadn’t seen this one. But I recognised the location straight away.

“Dad’s house,” Caiden said in a low tone, and Lena nodded. He grimaced. “When was this?”

When Lena didn’t answer and the video kept playing, he fell silent. We watched as the camera panned down the corridor in my dad’s home, slightly shaky. A door cracked open, and I already knew what I’d see.

The room that no one talked about.

Sure enough, a TV screen came into view, then another. One displayed a betting scoreboard, and the other showed a currently empty shallow pit, surrounded by metal bars all around. There were two hinged openings either side of the ring, which I knew the dogs would come through.

After a moment, the camera turned away from the TV screens and panned around the room, focusing on the people who were watching the TVs. It was mostly the backs of heads, but I could recognise most of them. One guy came into profile, close to the camera, and the picture went black.

Zayde hissed through his teeth, but that was the only reaction he gave at seeing his dad on-screen. Voices, too muffled to make out, sounded, and the next moment, the video ended.

“Wait, can you go back? Slow it down,” I instructed.

At the same time, Winter glanced over at Lena. “What were the voices saying?”

Lena grinned. “Zayde’s dad caught me loitering. I played the clueless girl, said I was looking for my brother. He seemed to buy it.”

“Good thinking.” Winter returned her smile as she went through the footage again, this time going frame by frame.

“There!” I held up my hand, and she paused. “Zoom in on the top left corner.”

“That’s him, isn’t it?” Caiden spoke up, and I nodded.

Martin Smith was leaning against the wall, but his eyes weren’t focused on the TV screens. He was staring intently at someone else in the room, and as Lena zoomed back out, I followed the direction of his gaze.

“Christine. I should’ve known,” Caiden spat in disgust.

“Well, we’re not getting any answers from her. She’s fish food now.”

“Nice thought.” Caiden looked at Z and smirked, then caught Winter’s expression. “Snowflake, I’m sorry. That was out of line.”

She shook her head. “I know she was evil, but she was still my mother, you know?”

“I know.” He tugged her onto his lap and buried his face in her hair, whispering something in her ear that caused a soft smile to appear on her face, her tension melting away.

“When was this?” Cassius asked, clearly eager to change the subject.

“This was the party where I first met Winter. Remember?” Instead of looking at him, or me, her eyes met Zayde’s.

A spike of pure jealousy ripped through me at that moment, taking me aback. I remembered that night all too fucking well. Lena had shown up at the party, looking all hot and moody—her default expression until lately. It wasn’t the first time I’d noticed how good she looked, but I was good at ignoring the part of me that was attracted to her, since she was Cassius’ little sister, and