Take (Fury Brothers #4)

I loved my brothers—a bond forged in blood and hardship. It was one I knew would never be broken.

But romantic love… That seemed like a much more fragile thing. Something that flared bright, then winked out fast. Something that was more hassle than it was worth.

I headed toward the couple. Mila saw me first and smiled.

“I knew you’d look fabulous in that suit, Reath.”

I lowered my head and kissed her cheek. Then I nodded at Dante. “The place looks great, Mila.”

She beamed. “Thank you.”

“That’s because she’s a genius,” a female voice said.

I glanced up and saw Macy. The bubbly blonde was dressed in a champagne-gold dress with fringe along the bottom. Colt was at her side. My bounty hunter brother looked about as thrilled as me to be dressed up.

“I love this dress.” Macy swished the fringe skirt. “Daisy demanded one of her own.”

Daisy was Colt’s daughter—technically his niece, whom he’d adopted. And I wasn’t at all surprised Daisy wanted a matching dress. That girl liked anything pretty and sparkly.

Beau appeared out of the crowd. You could take the fighter out of the ring, but Beau still looked like the boxer he was. He had the sleeves of his white shirt rolled up, showing off the tattoos on his arms. He was also wearing a dark-green vest.

“Beau, where is your jacket?” Mila protested.

Beau lifted a whiskey glass and sipped his drink. “This is all you’re getting.”

The brunette huffed out a breath.

There were murmurs in the crowd, and I turned.

Our final brother had arrived.

“The man has to make an entrance,” Colt murmured.

“But look at them,” Macy whispered. “So glamorous.”

Kavner and his woman, London, entered Wildfire.

Kavner was tall, dark, and handsome. Not to mention a billionaire. He attracted attention wherever he went. Tonight, he wore a black tuxedo and had his hair slicked back. A silver handkerchief winked from the top pocket of his jacket. Beside him, London looked tall and svelte, wearing a long, silver drape of a dress. The neckline was cut impossibly low, showing off gleaming dark skin, and long, white gloves completed the outfit.

People pushed toward the couple. Everyone always wanted to talk to Kavner.

London—a former Treasury agent—was quite protective of him. She shot several people sharp looks.

The couple reached us.

“Evening,” Kavner drawled, his arm tight around London’s waist.

“You two look gorgeous,” Macy said.

“You, too.” London smiled. “I love that color on you, Macy.” She swiveled. “Mila, this place looks incredible.”

“She’s right,” Kav agreed. “You’ve outdone yourself.”

Mila looked around, pleased. “Thanks.”

“Now,” London continued, “you promised me a special cocktail.”

Mila nodded. “I have some exceptional ones planned for tonight. I’ll make you a Daisy Buchanan. Vodka, champagne, elderflower, and a lemon twist.”