Am I imagining voices in my head now? Or am I moving too slow?
“It’s time,” Vivian announces, turning on her heels and taking her underwear with her.
My body chases it, leaning forward when something shifts violently in the room.
Violently, in the sense I can feel the transition of female energy in the room, and that’s when all hell in my body and brain breaks loose.
In tight, shredded black jeans and a white hoodie, Bay Astor just entered the space, and my entire body lights up with lust.
Her sole attention is bolted on Vivian, and I want that.
I want those fucking blue eyes on me. And I want my fingers through her thick mane of raven hair.
It’s not until Vivian breeches through my several seconds of highly sought out fantasy that I begin accessing shit.
“This was extremely wild of you to think you were going to pull this in my town, Viv,” Bay berates my ex flatly. “You pull that trigger, you’ll be dead within the next minute.”
I didn’t notice the gun in my ex’s palm before until Bay mentioned it. A small Smith and Wesson directed at the woman who gave away her South Shore crown just to keep Ramsey off a Titan seat.
It’s suicide.
I haven’t been able to talk to her about it or anything. Since my father was shot and taken by Ramsey’s men, my mother and sisters have been wrecked.
Mind you, he’s alive and shit. He’s not in any immediate danger, per the doctors, but the females in my life have amped up their smothering and worry for what’s to come.
On the latter, they have every right to be. They’d be stupid if they weren’t.
“You underestimate the amount oftimeI’ve put into this,” Vivian retorts evenly. “Besides, I’ve paid a lot of money to have this on the hush-hush.”
“That doesn’t sound at all crazy and desperate,” Bay replies. “Was this your way of trying to be cute?”
“I wouldn’t be so fuckingjudgy,” Vivian clips out. “You’re in no position right now.”
Neither is she.
Vivian is just Vivian.
Bay is a leader with a whole squad of fucking killers.
“Sinatra.” My nickname given to me by the woman who has had me on a mental trip for weeks nabs my attention, and there are those fucking blue eyes I wanted so much. “You alright?”
“Fine, Little T,” I mindlessly say, without any reservation or much thought process. She’s here. Of course, I’m fucking fine. “Come here.”
“No,” Vivian snaps, side-stepping to get closer to me. “This shit endsnow.”
Bay slowly cocks her head to the side. “What shit?”
“The shit whereyouthink he’s yours,” Vivian leers, placing her ass promptly in my lap. “He’s not. He’sneverbeen. You were just a pawn in his game to gain intel. What you thought you had…it wasn’t real.”
I mean, that’s what I said.
But it’s not true.
With Vivian’s calves brushing against mine, my dick twitches needily against her ass, and my ex wiggles her butt against my length to keep the notion of pure ecstasy pumping through my veins.
“I thought so,” Bay claims, and it takes me a few seconds to register the wrong message is being put out here.
She can’t believe that shit.
