“Oz,” I emit evenly. “Your wife is upset.” He snaps his head over to her with a frown. “She’s wondering how you’re doing after that bitch died.”
“Fine,” he deadpans, and he is.
I swear I saw a weight get lifted off his shoulders when I announced Vivian was dead, gone, and no longer a problem.
I wasn’t a huge fan ofwhokilled her, and the solid Wallace did for everyone, but it is what it is.
“She’s gonna need more, Oz,” I press. “She doesn’t know the full story, and you’re vague as hell.”
He shifts his weight but doesn’t pry his gaze off her. “I’m okay.”
I’m guessing that’s the most she’s going to get out of him tonight, and it’s going to have to be fine. I’m not in the mood to pull teeth to make him communicate and do it with more than two words.
She lifts her hand, receiving his palm immediately, and she’s right.
They do have a weird-ass connection.
“What the fuck is going on in here?”
Motherfucking Levi Wallace.
I don’t bother to check my door because his possessive voice streams through the space and ruins my hard-on.
“We gotta go.” Bay allows her fingers to linger for a few more seconds before slowly dropping her hand and moving without direction or reason as Wallace says, “You’re comin’ too, Black. Your boy got into a bit of trouble.”
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torin
I leftLorenzo Black’s house mid-Wallace and Lorenzo arguing back and forth about what was and wasn’t going to happen moving forward.
I had more pressing matters to attend to, apparently.
And that was hanging out with Hot Rod and Juice while they verbally rip into me throughout the whole car ride.
“You don’t answer any fucking questions about how you became King of South Shore, why, or anything about Wallace, understand?”
I bob my head for the hundredth time in the backseat of his SUV, stopping every two seconds when he barks more orders out at me that could be summed up in four sentences.
Shut the fuck up.
Make the drug deal as the new King of South Shore.
Keep it short.
The end.
Instead, the asshole wants to talk to me like a thirteen-year-old child who can’t read the room right and wants to chide me for the whole duration of the ride.
Honestly, it’s better than watching Bay and Levi stand super close together and the not-so-subtle brushes of his hand on pieces of her body.
The shit makes me fucking crazy.
Not only am I on the outs with Bay, currently, but I’m King of South Shore without the fucking benefits.
The benefits of her in my bed, lips on my cock, and me between her legs.
Maybe I should pass the stupid crown to one of these dumbfucks, and my not having a crown will make fucking me more appealing again.
