Iron Cross: The Dartmouth Cobras #6 by Bianca Sommerland Page B

Didn’t think so.” He breathed in and out real slow to calm down. Went over to kiss Jami and let her know who she was dealing with before his sister fooled her like she did everyone else. “You might want to hide your purse, boo. I’ll make sure the alarm’s on so she doesn’t sneak out with any of Seb’s silverware. I’m gonna crash in the guest room.”
    Jami took a step back. Glanced from him to his sister. “I don’t understand what—Samantha’s staying in the guest room. Why don’t you sleep in your own bed with me and Sebastian?”
    “All you need to understand is my sweet little sister is a liar and a thief. She’s here, so she can stay the night, but I want her out of here tomorrow.” That settled, he kissed Jami again so she’d know he didn’t blame her for not knowing about the punk. He hadn’t known until pretty recently, when he’d asked his mom why Sam didn’t visit anymore. Mom had always treated his sister well, even though she was the result of an affair, wanting him to be close to her.
    That had turned out to be a huge mistake.
    “Can I ask you something before you storm out, big brother? Just curious, since you’re so perfect.” The punk’s tone was sharp, her lips white as he turned to face her. Her brows lifted slightly. “What were you arrested for again?”
    “Not for stealing from a woman who gave me everything and loved me my whole life, that’s for sure.”
    “That was years ago!”
    “Uh -huh. And you made it right when you visited while she was sick—no, wait, pretty sure you never even called.” Luke held up his hand before she could say anything else. “Tomorrow you are gone.”
    “I’m in trouble, Luke. Please—”
    “I don’t fucking care, Sam.” He swallowed hard, getting the fuck out of the room before she could try to make him feel sorry for her. She was good at that. Jami was probably going to be mad at him too now for not being all nice to his little sister. He dropped onto the sofa in the living room and brought a throw cushion up over his head to smother the angry shout he couldn’t hold in anymore.
    How could one night—especially a night after a win—go so damn wrong?
    Seemed like a long time before Jami and his sister went to bed. The house was quiet with him just lying there in the dark. Bear had curled up on his legs, stinking up the air with a fart, reminding Luke why he didn’t let his dog eat people food.
    Heavy footsteps crossed the room. Luke held his breath, sensing Seb standing over him, not sure whether he should pretend to be asleep or see if Seb wanted to talk. Maybe it would be better to leave the talking to tomorrow rather than tonight when everything just kept getting worse.
    Seb slid his hand around the back of Luke’s neck, speaking in a low voice that made Luke shiver. “Get up, niño .”
    Luke sat up. Opened his mouth. Then shut it when Seb’s grip on his neck tightened.
    “I am disappointed in you. We will not speak of it tonight, but one thing has not changed.” Seb trapped Luke with his hard gaze as Luke stood. His lip quirked a little at the edge when Luke swallowed hard. “No matter what happens, you belong with me.”
    Pressing his eyes shut, overwhelmed with relief and regret all muddled together, Luke nodded. “Yes, Sir. But I have to tell you—”
    “Not a word.”
    Right. Luke nodded again and let Seb lead him to their bedroom. He smiled a little as he climbed into bed and Jami immediately snuggled up to his side. She usually slept in the middle when she stayed over, but Seb had made it clear that’s where he wanted Luke right now.
    Which was really weird because he’ d managed to get in the doghouse with both of them. If not the sofa, he should probably be sleeping on the floor. Or at the foot of the bed with Bear who’d hopped up and circled a few times before flopping down and passing out.
    Tipping his head to the side so his cheek rested on Seb’s shoulder, Luke spoke quietly. “Can I ask you one