“No, Ozzy.”
I slice my focus to him because I already told Hot Rod and Juice my husband knew our dirty little secret. “Quiet. He hasn’t said anything, or I’d have Torin up my ass.”
Levi glances around over my head. “Where is that little prick? I’d love to see him.”
Rolling my eyes, I don’t fall for it. “I think Baby Wildes read the room.”
“And he thinks by being absent, it’s going to get my men to follow him?” He scoffs his disapproval, but Levi knows damn well his guys would never suit up fully behind his rival. “Doesn’t matter. They know to follow you, title or not.”
I’m slightly flattered, but the lack of personal space isn’t exactly what I signed up for.
“I’m just happy to be on the street again,” I reply.
“I think the title looks nice on you.” His green eyes slowly descend the length of my black jeans and white hoodie. Not my most alluring outfit, definitely not made for a so-called queen, but it’s chilly tonight, and I wasn’t looking to make a fashion statement. However, my blood heats anyway from the way Levi is taking his time. How we kissed and fucked and still haven’t really nailed things down yet. “Maybe you should keep it.”
“Hard pass. It fits you better.”
“How so?”
“You’re bossy as fuck.”
He smirks through the open mouthpiece of his mask. “Someone needs to do it. And you like it when I tell you what to do.”
I hit him with an exasperated look. “Says who?”
“Say when, Astor.”
“Do you really think it’swiseto be standing this close to her?” Hot Rod’s voice chirps into our conversation, but it still does nothing to stop the heated blush from Levi’s words creeping up my cheeks. “According toyourorders, I’d be beatingyourass right now.”
Levi doesn’t spare him a glance, he just keeps staring at me like he’s still lost in our broken moment. “You’re more than welcome to try.”
“Bro”—Rod reaches for Levi’s arm, giving it a slight tug, but my bestie doesn’t move an inch—“if you wanted a minute, I could’ve arranged it.”
“I’m not standing off on the sidelines while Astor races,” Levi gripes out a bit. “Stand here if you want and monitor.”
“I have other shit to do.”
“Then go do it.”
Hot Rod rolls his hazels and glances over at me. “Peter.”
Right.
I bow my head because, obviously, it’s bothering him and say, “What did you find?”
“Nothing other than the fact that he won’t stop holding her hand and—” Levi shoves at Hot Rod’s chest and sends him an unimpressed glance.
“Get the fuck out of here before I bust your ass.”
Hot Rod glowers. “Dude, why are you trying to draw attention? You said you were going to lay low. You’re still not healed up. You’re not even supposed to be out ofbed.” Levi spares his right-hand man a glance which makes Hot Rod appear more stressed the hell out. “I knew you weren’t going to chill. Why the hell I evenlistento you?—”
“We’re fucking around, right?” Levi quirks an eyebrow. The last thing Rod would ever do is make it look like the true King of South Shore is alive and well. “Push me back if you’re that worried about it.”
“Fuckin’ dumbass,” Rod mutters before turning away and throwing a middle finger up in the process.
He needs a drink and a girl to take his mind off everything tonight. I can’t imagine all the things running through his head and how Levi has him running wild with keeping me guarded and making sure secrets stay safe.
“He’s right, ya know?” I hedge evenly as Levi flicks his attention back to me. “You shouldn’t be out here.”
