Free Vegas Moon by R. M. Sotera Page B

next to her. “Morning, baby.”
    Jordan turned his attention to Mia. “I thought I’d take my lovely wife out for breakfast in the French Quarter,”
    A smile lit up Mia’s face. “I’d love that. Minus the security detail?”
    This time Cindi and Tristan laughed loudly. “Hey, we’re going to take offense at that. We like being your security detail.”
    Mia rolled her eyes. “Yeah, I know. But ya’ll are killing me. I do believe that the New Orleans Police Department and the Levoux voodoo goddesses is enough security for the moment.”
    “Hey don’t forget bad-ass best-friend detail.” Cindi’s expression morphed into an exaggerated pout.
    Mia pulled Cindi into a hug. “I actually love the bad-ass friend detail. Since I get you, I’ve put up with them.”
    With that Mia met her husband at the door, and they went off hand in hand.
    As soon as Cindi heard the front door slam, she threw her arms around Tristan’s neck and covered his lips with hers. She leaned her body into his until he was rubbing his erection against her thigh. The desire bubbling in her body to suck his cock pushed her fingers to his zipper. He moaned slightly right before someone cleared their throat loudly.
    Damned Jamison stood in the doorway with Victoria on his arm.
    “Geez, you two.” Jamison’s wickedly joking tone made Cindi chuckle. “You do have a room.”
    Tristan sighed.
    Victoria laughed.
    “What happened to people knocking?” Cindi asked.
    “We ran into Mia and Jordan coming down the driveway and they told us to go on inside. They didn’t tell us a porno movie was in the making.” A pretend shocked expression creased Jamison’s face.
    “Oh, fuck off.” Cindi’s kidding tone brought laughter from all parties.
    And then Victoria announced rather proudly, “I think this condo could use a little porno action. Feel free to baptize it with as much porno action as needed.”
    Jamison and Tristan stood there shaking their heads.
    The fun bantering stopped when a stunned Jordan and Mia came back into the condo, followed by a woman who was a spitting image of Mia. A doppelganger with a wicked smile cupped a small white pearl overlay revolver securely in her right hand.
    “I’ve been waiting for this moment for some time now,” the woman said. Her tone was laced with promise and a hint of annoyance. “Today is a good day to die, don’t you think?”
    All movement on Cindi’s frame froze. Paralysis couldn’t begin to describe how her body felt. This was bad, real bad. She stared with wide-eyed fear at the barrel of the small revolver pointed inches from Mia’s head.
    “Kristi. Take it easy.” Jordan’s words came across calm yet demanding. “Let’s talk about this.” Jordan turned to face the woman in back of him, tucking Mia securely behind him.
    An evil grin slid across the brunette’s face. “You are a fool, Jordan. You’d think from all the nights you’d fucked me that you’d realize I’m Kathy, and not my twin.”
    Of course, the twins from hell. Cindi tried to still her erratic breathing, but with the gun pointed at Jordan’s forehead, it was next to impossible. Tristan tightened his grip on her hand.
    “Don’t,” he whispered against her ear. “Jordan can handle this.”
    “Kathy. Lower the gun. You don’t want to shoot anyone. I know you. This isn’t the woman who obeyed me in the blood-play room. Show me her once more.” Jordan’s voice took on a more authoritative tone, and as if he’d performed some magical feat, Kathy’s demeanor slowly changed. She dropped her shoulders as the gun shook in her hand, causing her to lower it. Jordan made his demand one more time, and this time Kathy dropped her gaze to the floor as her lips parted slightly. Confusion crawled across Kathy’s facial landscape only for a moment before she raised the gun once more.
    Jordan cut her a sharp look that dared her to continue her path. “Remember our time together. It’s those moments in the blood room that