“He’s not going to hurt you…unless you don’t put…the damn gun down.”
“See, I don’t believehimor you now.”
For the love of everything holy…
“You’re high,” I remind him. “Let’s get you to bed and sleep it off.”
“I’m wide the hell awake.”
“Great,” I deadpan, inhaling a needed wave of patience. “What’s it going to take to have you drop the gun?”
“Tell Wallace to leave.”
“That’s not going to happen when you have a loaded gun in the house.”
Cairo doesn’t move for a few seconds before something heavy falls to the ground in its place. “Happy?” With the way I’m being held, I can’t look down at the floor to see what it was, and Levi doesn’t make a move. “I dropped the clip. Now drop yourboy.”
I don’t need to.
Because Levi rams into him so damn hard Cairo almost drops to the kitchen tiled floor.
I’m between them in the next millisecond, keeping Levi from doing some damage and Cairo from retaliating.
My fingers lightly seize my best friend’s biceps, but Levi’s too busy looking over my head at the Forsaken Boy who had his hands on me and the gun on him.
“Youevertouch her like that again, Black, and I’ll have you buried in the shallow gravenextto your bitch.”
“Start digging,” Cairo provokes. “Because she likes it when my hands are on that pretty throat while my cock is?—”
“Stop it,” I ground out, feeling Levi grow more rigid by the second. “I’m okay. He didn’t hurt me.”
“I’m going to kill him and have one less Forsaken fuck on my last nerve.”
I sigh a bit and run my hands up and down his arms. “That’s not going to do anything.”
“It’d makemefeel better.”
“Okay,” I mutter, because arguing isn’t going to get me anywhere. Levi isn’t used to Cairo’s threats against me, and they’re practically second nature. “Help me get him to bed. And I’ll get you a beer.”
“I got a blunt in the car,” Levi says, still holding whatever stare-off contest he and Cairo are having. “You’ll smoke with me.”
I nod and step back to start with Cairo. He’s still stiff and unyielding when I turn to face him.
And I don’t even know where to start.
“C’mon,” I urge gently. “I’ll get you set up on the couch.”
His dark eyes finally fall onto me, and he quirks an eyebrow. “You gonna sleep with me, Little T?—”
“No,” Levi cuts in sharply. “Take the fuckin’ couch, or you’re sleeping outside.”
A mirthless chuckle leaves Cairo’s lips as he rounds my body toward the living room. “You’re not reading the room right. I’m already fucking your girl.”
And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how Cairo Black—the King of Wharf Bay—gets knocked on his ass and down for the count.
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