The Perfect Sin

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𝗥 𝗘 𝗡 𝗭 𝗢

"And you helped her, willingly?" I say, completely surprised by my brothers story.

He rolls his eyes, taking a swig of his whiskey. "What was I supposed to do, let the dogs eat the damn cat? She treats that thing like it's her child."

I try my best to conceal a smile, covering my mouth with a closed fist. "Be careful brother, I might mistake that statement for you actually caring."

He throws a quick glare my way which I just chuckle at, glancing towards the clubs main entrance doors when I hear people start to filter in. One of our bar staff — my brothers little fascination — approaches us.

My eyes trail over her pink hair, finding myself becoming curious to know why she chose that particular colour. Her eyes are a bright blue, quite similar to Lula's, only my girls' eyes are more mesmerising to look at, especially when I'm fucking her senseless.

Shit, I miss her. I landed back in the city about an hour ago but Nico called and said he had information which couldn't wait. So I had to make a short detour to the club where he's supposed to be meeting us.

I swear this man spends more time in this city than he does in the one he actually lives in. Although this information must be pretty important if he's willing to make a detour too. He's supposed to be on his way to Croatia right now to conduct business, but instead he's on his way to meet with me.

My thoughts are disrupted when the barmaids voice interrupts them. I snap back to the present and focus my eyes on her as she stands in front of us. "Same again?" She asks, her voice laced with an English accent.

I turn my head to Leandro, waiting to see if he answers but to my surprise, he remains completely silent. Staring at her. As though he's completely mesmerised by what stands in front of him.

Too speechless to speak.

My brother; the manipulator, the narcissist.. is lost for words. Well fuck.

An amused smirk ghosts my lips as I run my fingers along my my jaw. "No thank you," I answer her. "Tammy?" I say her name more as a question than anything else.

She smiles faintly, her blue eyes flicking between me and my brother. She looks nervous. Anxious. She should be. Perhaps not as much of Leandro, especially right now while he's in some sort of fucking trance.

But me? I owe her nothing.

"Can I get you something else then?" She asks, her accent even more apparent now.

I've never really cared too much before to pay attention to it, but now that I've noticed it, I can't say that I'm not at least a little bit intrigued.

Again, I look over at my brother to see if a miracle had occurred and he can actually remember how to open and close his mouth with the use of his tongue, but what a surprise.. he still seems to have forgotten.

Oh, this is so fucking interesting.

I decide to cut him some slack and answer her again when his voice cuts in front of me. "No." It's short and firm, not exactly what I was expecting but better than complete silence I suppose. "Thank you." He adds as he clears his throat.