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"What? You’re leavingas if no man had ever walked away frorin in her direction, he opened up the door that led to the second-floor porch "Yes, and you’ll be waiting for et back"

Her mouth dropped open, but as he stepped out into the cool air, he knew she could get as pissed as she wanted, but she would still be there, waiting for hi across the porch, he hit the enclosed staircase and strode into the back room of the main floor the steps emptied into The mausoleum of a house was dimly lit and quiet, as his bare feet padded across the tile floors that graduated into hardwood

It took a couple of ht wing, squirreled away fro eyes of those who visited the de Vincent home It even had its own entrance and drive

Lawrence, his father, took ensuring privacy to a whole new level

His steps slowed as he approached the closed doors Having no idea aiting for hi his brother wouldn’t call hi, he prepared hi open noiselessly, and Lucian cahtly lit roohtly, the Brooks Brothers alligator loafers several feet from the floor There was a small puddle The putrid stench in the room told him what it was

"This is why I called you," Dev stated froaze over the dark trousers that were da blue dress shirt, half tucked in and half yanked out Hands and arms were lax at the sides and shoulders slule

Probably had so to do with the belt around the neck

The belt that rapped around the ceiling fan that was io Each tirandfather’s clock

"Jesus Christ," Lucian grunted, hands dropping to his sides as his gaze rapidly flickered around the rooold antique Persian rug

If his lossy pearls in horror

A wry grin twisted up the corner of his lips at the thought God, he missed his mother every damn day since she’d left hiht Moeless, and un in a sad sort of way that she’d left this earth that way

Troubledto the roo into the leather chair The saidly in as a child, quietly listening to one of thedisappoinths spread He didn’t need a mirror to know his hair, blond while his brothers’ was dark, looked like a dozen hands had run through it He didn’t need to breathe too deeply to catch the da to his clothes

If Lawrence saw hiest he’d scented so However, Lawrence would never look upon hi fro fan like meat on a butcher hook

"Did anyone call the police?" he asked, tapping long fingers on the arm of the chair

"I sure hope so," drawled Gabriel He leaned against the well-polished, cherry oak credenza Crystal glasses clinked together The decanters of brandy and fine whiskey barely moved

Gabe, considered to be the more normal brother of the de Vincent horde, appeared still half asleep Dressed only in a pair of sweats, he rubbed idly at his jaw as he eyed the swaying legs His face was drawn and pale

Then again, those who held that opinion also didn’t know the real Gabriel

"I called Troy," Dev answered grimly from where he stood on the other side of the study He appeared like the oldest son--the son as now apparently in charge of the entire de Vincent dynasty--should always appear Dark hair combed neatly, jaw clear of stubble, and not a da stopped to iron them

"I told hilanced over at Dev "You found him?"

"I couldn’t sleep Got up and caht was on and this was how I found hiet ho?" he asked

"Just answer the question"