LITTLE T: The part where you sent him to come get me.
CAIRO: And here I was thinking you would thank me.
LITTLE T: Where are you?
“Cairo,” Vivian chides lightly. “Put your phone away. We’re together now. I want this to be special.”
My fingers fist in her hair, yanking her head back, and she yelps out in pain with her lips parted. “Don’t rush me,honey. With Levi Wallace gone, my workload has increased significantly. No mistakes can be made.”
Her gaze softens. “Are you going to take South Shore?”
I stop myself from rolling my eyes. If she only knew how much of a fucking pain in the ass that would be. South Shore might not be the next biggest tourist attraction, but the people there are loyal as fuck. Theonlyreason I’m allowed to walk in there is Bay. Wallace would’ve had my head if it weren’t for her.
And The Nameless know that.
They’re not huge fans of it. I’ve had more names shouted at me and more threats thrown my way than I have my whole life, but they follow their orders.
But their leader is currently buried six feet deep with a best friend who is going to hunt De Leon down one way or another.
“I could use their ports,” I reply evenly. “It’s a conversation.”
“You should. Take what is owed to you and leave no signs of mercy.”
Nothing in South Shore is owed to me. My father took our family and left that town a long time ago. I highly doubt I’m going to have a parade held for me with open arms if I ever decided to do that.
“That’s a hard battle, Viv. They won’t go down lightly. And I’m not entirely sure what’s up the line as far as their new leader yet and what I’ll be up against.”
“You should hit them now, while they’re down. It’s what kings have done in the past.”
I smirk. “Have you been reading up on your history?”
She bobs her head as if it will please me. “In case something might come up that could help. Any strategies that have worked well for others.”
Right.
That’d be thoughtful if this woman meant a damn thing to me.
“You’re looking to get royally fucked tonight, aren’t you, Viv? Have you been dreaming of my cock? Do you want me so deep inside you that you scream into my palm?”
“Yes,” she breathes. “All of that.”
Vivian couldn’t handle rough if her life depended on it. She’s the textbook definition of basic and vanilla in the bedroom.
“I want you on your bed, naked and sprawled out for me by the time I get back.”
She frowns. “Where are you going?”
“Aspirin,” I remind her. “I have a fucking headache.”
Vivian’s excitement gets her amped up to finally follow my instructions, giving me a fucking moment of her not touching or talking to me so I can get what I need done.
Shoving my dick comfortably into my jeans, I button them back up as I hear Vivian whisper for me to hurry back.
Bye, bitch.
If I can help it, I’m not reentering that fucking room.
Turning my ringer and notification alerts off, Bay’s text message still sits on my screen, and I take the limited seconds I have to respond back.
