“Let’s order a pizza,” Bay suggests, slowly running her thumb up and down my lower back. “And…we’ll talkcivillyabout what’s next.”
“Tell the grump to wash his damn hands,” I grind out. “I’ll call the guys.”
Levi’s eyes fall to Bay before he jerks his head for her to come closer. She does without question, leaving me for him, and I don’t know if I should get pissed off by it or be intrigued as hell.
He lifts her chin with the crook of one dirty finger and bends over, hovering his lips over hers. “The usual?”
She bobs her head, appearing transfixed by him and his next move, but he’s a fucking tease if I ever saw one.
He releases her and sends me a smart-ass little smirk before turning on his heel toward the garage to do whatever the fuck.
The motherfucker is good.
Really good.
“Order enough for my boys,” I call out before he fully disappears, getting him to stop dead in his tracks. “We’re all going to become one big, happy family, big man.”
FIFTY-SEVEN
levi
A roomfull of Forsaken Fucks.
On a good day, it’d be my sort of shit. Fist fights, a few stray bullets aimed in their direction, and some threats and promises thrown their way.
But, as of late, my secret is out. To the individuals who aren’t supposed to know and don’t owe me any favors to keep it safe.
However, if they spill it, I’m draining them of blood and any future headaches.
So, I’m forced to sit through some pow-wow boy band meeting with three assholes I’d like to pummel with my fists while my silent cousin just stands there and watches it unfold.
I’m already on my last nerve.
Especially since I found Stanton fucking Bay in this very kitchen. And Baby Wildes is sitting on my fucking Titan seat.
“We’ll make this short and sweet,” Cairo announces to my left, sitting across from Bay. “Obviously, we all know about your little plan, but not what you intended to fully do with it.”
“You might know I’m alive, Black,” I surmise evenly, not giving a full fuck that he feels left out. “But that doesn’t mean you get an exclusive pass to what I have in mind.”
“I’ve told you a million times to get on the same page,” he retorts with annoyance. That haughty-ass Black bullshit that expects things to be done his way and his way alone. “We’re on the same side.”
“I don’t like you.”
“And I don’t give a flying fuck,” he shoots back, and it dawns on me I get under his skin by just being here. “We all share common interests here. So, stop acting like a martyr, and pull your head out of your ass.”
My lips part with my own shitty comment, but Bay’s fingers wrap gingerly around my forearm and keep it from leaving.
She’s the only one who can do that. The only one who can get through to me like this.
And if she doesn’t want me to have a verbal sparring match with Black, I already know I can take him. I don’t need to keep going back and forth while wasting my time.
“I think what Cairo is trying to say,” Bay surmises, “is that if something big is moving, he just wants to be prepared, is all.”
I feel Baby Wildes’s eyes on us, and I revel in the attention. He’s finally being set fucking straight about me and her.
But in case he was confused, my fingers hook with hers, and I lace them together, running my thumb up and down her flesh like I’ve tasted it before.
“We need to locate De Leon again first,” I tell her, keeping my eyes locked on those lucid blues of hers. “Then, we don’t miss. And if I needthem”—I jerk my head over to Cairo—“I’ll let him know.”
