Sending good vibes: a kind but useless sentiment—unless you’re the Deluca triplets. When the brothers root for each other, they briefly amplify their natural talents.
It’s ruining Kai Deluca’s life.
Thanks to his brothers’ encouraging thoughts, Kai owes a debt after his illegal fight: one only a high-stakes poker game can settle. Worse, the fallout endangers the cute but painfully shy London, who appears to share their gift.
When they’re pitted against a drug kingpin, a night of poker becomes a game of cat and mouse. Hunted for their gift, the triplets find their brotherhood tested as the price of freedom is a sacrifice of one of their own.
Looks like I’ll be pissing blood later.
I gasp in pain and dance out of the way of another kidney shot, then throw a right hook. It plows into the Irish Headstone’s jaw with a crack. His head snaps to the side. He stumbles back. Amazed, I drop my fists a little. Huh. He didn’t even try to block it.
Angry taunts and jeers grow louder in the hotel’s packed, smoky banquet room. Someone throws their beer at the octagon cage, splashing my bare chest.
I glance at the crowd, now on its feet. For real? That’s allowed?
My undefeated opponent—an absolute beast of a man way above my weight class—runs at me, rage corkscrewing his mouth. His arms serve up a flurry of punches I narrowly dodge. Block. Duck. All except the last one, which lands above my nose, bulldozing me back.
Pain explodes in my head. Hot liquid runs into one eye, blurring my vision. Crap. My eyebrow must be split. I blink and wipe it with the back of my glove, but the river of red flowing down my face is unending.