I scoff. “I sure as shit didn’t get dreamy-eyed.” He can fuck right the hell off with all that bullshit.
The Irish bastard is always up in somebody’s business.
“You sure as shit did,” Reign counters with a shit eating grin on his face. “Got the same look Killer gets when he’s eye-fucking Memphis.”
Morpheus chuckles, dusting his hands off on his jeans. “He does, doesn’t he?”
Okay, so maybe our enforcer does get a look, but that doesn’t have shit to do with me. I barely know Honey. Never stuck my dick in her and she ain’t my woman.
Morpheus lifts a brow. “Who’s your new neighbor?”
I shrug. “A woman moved in with her two kids.” At least I think they’re the only ones who live there. I never did catch sight of a man.
“She hot?” Reign asks, waggling his stupid eyebrows.
It’s fucking crazy because he’s one of my best friends, but him asking about Honey pisses me off. “I don’t fucking know. She has kids. What does it matter?” It’s a lame deflection, but it is what it is.
Morph wipes his brow with the back of his arm. “What the fuck does that matter? MILFs are hot.”
My temper vanishes as Reign and I stare at each other for a long beat, then burst out laughing. “The fuck you know about MILFs, VP?”
Morpheus flips us both off, but his eyes dance with amusement. “Mom I’d Like to Fuck.” He waggles his eyebrows. “Even I know that shit.”
Reign snorts, grabbing another sheet of drywall. “And here I thought we’d have to explain it to you.”
“Fuck both of y’all,” Morpheus chuckles as he turns his attention back to me. “So…You coming to the Christmas party tonight?”
I groan. “Not this shit again.”
Between Killer blowing up my phone and Reign hounding me about it yesterday, I can’t catch a fucking break.
“The women put a lot of work into this thing,” he defends.
“Not sure,” I deflect.
The truth is, Sarah and her new man are gonna be there, and I don’t know if I’m ready to see her yet. Which is fucking stupid because it’s not like she did me wrong. She didn’t even know I was interested. And that’s on me for dragging my feet, trying to give her time to get over her psycho ex, Chad.
That dude was a fucking lunatic. Created this whole fantasy in his head that Rage’s ol’ lady, Mac, was gonna be his girl. Chad was obsessed with her even though he was dating Sarah. We almost lost Mac when the sick bastard shot her in the hospital parking lot. That was the nail in his coffin. Rage made the fucker suffer before he ended his miserable life. That’s a body nobody will ever find.
Good riddance.
I run a hand through my hair and sigh. The son of a bitch did a number on Sarah, too. Which is why I was playing the long game, trying to give her time to heal from what she’d been through. Turns out she didn’t need that much time because now she’s dating some douche she works with.
“Yo!” I whip my head around.
Reign’s brow is furrowed, and I realize he must have been talking to me.
“What?”
He rolls his eyes. “I said, ‘You gotta come.’”
“We’ll see.”
Reign grumbles something under his breath about stupid fuckers needing to get over bitches.
Before I can tell him to fuck off, Morpheus steps between us. “Enough, you two. Let’s get the last of this shit hung and call it a day.”
“Fuck yeah.”
