Taken by the Greek Billionaire(2)

Penny and Lyra both shot out their hands to take Rachel’s, offering the comfort that was so natural between them all, the laughter no more.

“No one is going to get caught,” Lyra said. “Least of all Penny ‘the cat’ Matthews. She’s never even come close. And we agreed this all months and months ago. We can’t do what we need to unless Pen succeeds. Screwing this up is not an option.”

“She’s never done anything this big before,” Rachel said.

“You haven’t either,” Penny replied, giving Rachel’s dress a tug around the bosom before pointing to her picture, that of the notorious Italian Playboy Dominic Rimeria. “But I don’t doubt the skills of Rachel ‘the Madonna’ Matthews. So don’t you be doubting mine.”

Rachel smiled, albeit a strained kind of one, and pulled the dress back up. “Don’t mess with the disguise!”

Penny rolled her eyes. “Disguise my ass.”

“We’re all going to do this,” Lyra said, standing up and looking back and forth between her sisters. She was doing her oldest sister voice, though Penny had often said that five months barely warranted the title. They were all in their twenty fifth year, each as old as the other, in years and certainly in life experience. God knew they all had plenty of that.

“And in a few weeks we’ll have exactly what we’ve been planning ever since we escaped that God damn foster home ten years ago,” Lyra continued, almost daring her sisters to disagree. “We’ll be women of the world. Free to do as we please, and no one will be able to tell us, or force us, to do things we don’t want ever again.”

“The power will be ours,” Penny said.

“Ours,” Rachel agreed.

Lyra nodded. “Ours.”

She held out a hand to either side of her and the two other women stood up. Penny’s pale hand took her left, Rachel’s lightly bronzed one her right. Clenched tightly together, their arms made a perfect, equilateral triangle, and there in the kitchen standing thus, and as they looked from one to the other, resolve settled across them all.

Because danger or not, jokes or not, the women who were bonded over a decade and a half ago by events that counted for more than a blood connection ever could, each knew that in their world only those with the power could call the shots. After twenty-five years of none, all were determined they would have some. And they were realistic women. They knew that in reality there was only one way for them to get it.

As if on cue they all looked down at the table, at the pictures of Sebastian Demetrious, Andros Casstellini, and Dominic Rimeria. Three billionaires, three playboys, all disgustingly rich and ridiculously predictable.

Their marks. Each of them handpicked.

And each sister thought it at the same time, though none said it, because it barely needed saying. These men have no idea what they have coming….





Chapter One





Penny checked over her tools, careful to make sure she had everything she could possibly need. There could be nothing more shameful then getting all the way to Demetrious’ house and realizing she’d forgotten the right size pick. Her sisters would never let her live it down. Damn right, too. Penny was a professional. And professionals always had the tools they needed for the job.

She smiled slightly as she picked up her super slim line black torch and added it to her waist bag—an amazing creation hand sewn by Rachel. Yes, she thought, the right tools for the job were important. Lyra’s tools were her endless legs and her seductive ways. Rachel’s were her innocent eyes and her perfect blonde locks. Penny’s alone did not require her body to get the job done. She moved the torch slightly in the waist bag so that it was lying flat and shook her head slightly. No, that wasn’t true. Though she wouldn’t be using it the way the others would, her tools required just as much work. Nimble hands, flexibility, and above all quick thinking. Sure she wouldn’t be sending her mark scorching looks or spreading honey, but Rachel had been right to worry about Penny’s mission. After all, breaking into the home of one of the wealthiest men in London wasn’t going to be a walk in the park…not that they had any parks in their neighborhood but still….

Sebastian Demetrious. Penny sighed and pictured his image in her mind. An easy feat, she’d looked at his picture so many times it felt like his features were burned into her synapses. In fact, and though she would never admit it to her sisters, she’d done more than look. Late at night, alone in the flat, fingers in her pants, it was his image that constantly came to mind—ever since they’d concocted their plan. And though she tried to shrug it off, searching instead for other shadowy faces to replace his in her fantasies, it never happened.