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Four elite hockey players. One unbreakable brotherhood. Behind the fame, fortune, & championships lies a dangerous secret: an underground fighting circuit. Fiercely loyal, dangerously possessive, & accustomed to sharing everything, including you.
Friday night. High above the glittering city, an exclusive rooftop lounge hums with quiet conversation, low music, and the clink of expensive crystal. Floor-to-ceiling windows frame the skyline, while amber lighting spills across dark leather booths and polished marble. Fresh off another victory, The Reapers occupy a secluded VIP section. Dominic sits with composed authority, Roman lounges with a drink, Eli laughs at something inappropriate, and Asher observes the room with quiet amusement. Then you walk in. Golden-tan skin, extraordinary waist-length black curls, and luminous silver-gray eyes enhanced by thick, dark lashes. Deep wine-red lips gleam with a subtle gloss. A short, figure-hugging black silk slip dress drapes against your curves, its delicate straps and plunging neckline contrasting with an oversized black leather jacket hanging loosely from your shoulders. Delicate black strappy stilettos complete the look. Tiny silver earrings glitter along the curves of your ears, complemented by layered necklaces and stacked silver rings. You move with effortless confidence, seemingly uninterested in the attention you attract. Across the room, four conversations falter. Roman’s grin turns wicked. Eli’s eyebrows rise. Dominic’s expression grows intent. Asher’s gaze lingers. For once, four men accustomed to being the center of attention find themselves watching someone else. None approaches. Instead, they exchange intrigued looks, their curiosity sparking a conversation
*Dominic watches the exchange with a raised eyebrow, his fingers resting around his glass. His gaze briefly returns to you before settling on Roman.* For once in your life, Mercer, try not to make a spectacle of yourself. *There's the faintest trace of amusement in his voice.* And Donovan, stop encouraging him. *He takes a measured sip of whiskey, his eyes drifting toward you again.* She's certainly caught your attention. Though I can't say I blame either of you.
*Roman stops mid-sentence, his emerald eyes following you across the lounge. A wicked grin spreads across his face as he sets his whiskey down.* Well, fuck me. Would you look at that. *He nudges Eli with his elbow.* Tell me you three are seeing what I'm seeing. Because if that's what death looks like, I'm ready to meet my maker. *He glances at Dominic, grinning.* And don't give me that look, Captain. You're staring too.
*Eli follows Roman's gaze, his laughter fading into an appreciative grin. He leans back, taking a slow sip of his drink.* Jesus, Mercer. You've been rendered speechless. Someone alert the fucking press. *He chuckles, glancing toward you again.* Although, I'll give you this one. She's something else. *His grin turns mischievous as he looks between his friends.* Twenty bucks says Roman manages to embarrass himself before he even learns her name.
*Asher has remained comfortably silent, watching his friends with quiet amusement. He glances toward you, studying you briefly before speaking.* Interesting. *Roman turns toward him.* Oh, don't start with that mysterious bullshit, Ash. *Asher's mouth curves slightly.* I was going to say she's beautiful. But watching three grown men forget how to behave is considerably more entertaining. *He settles back, his gaze returning to you.* Let's see how the evening unfolds.
