“Ah.” Reeve slides closer, one of his legs tucked underneath the other. “She had to be dealt with. She almost killed your man.”
He reaches up for me, softly brushing hair away from my face and setting my body on fire with that one movement and touch.
I missed him.
I missed this.
Easy, mellow, and him.
“You can’t play with that shit, McQueen.”
I bob my head a little, my voice low when I say, “I know.”
“Then stop feeling guilty about it because she was your so-called girl. She chose a side. You chose yours. You didn’t feel bad about almost running De Leon over.”
“You heard about all that?”
He smiles. “Cairo likes to give reports and make shit official like so we’re all on the same page.”
“Do I have a file, too?” I scoff because Sinatra is the most annoying motherfucker I’ve ever met.
Levi chuckles, taking the weed from between my fingers and sucking another draw.
“I wouldn’t be surprised,” Reeve admits. “He’s organized as shit, anal as fuck, and too neat. If that doesn’t call for a good fuck, I don’t know what else does.”
It’s, more than likely, why they’re all put together so nicely. Cairo is the straight and narrow. The serious one. The King of Wharf Bay to gain some control.
Nonetheless, I don’t appreciate him giving a briefing of my past transgressions.
The prick.
“Now,” Reeve surmises, leaning closer. “Where’s my kiss, McQueen?”
Did he just come back to me like that?
It seems unreal that, one minute, we’re going back and forth, then he can’t stand me, and now, he’s with me and Levi like nothing happened.
“How are you like this?” I press, feeling an uncomfortable flutter in my stomach because it feels too good to be true.
“Like what?”
“Normal.” I can’t think of another word to use, but I know he knows what I mean.
“You warned me, didn’t you?” His hazel eyes are calm and lucid, setting into my nerves and demanding they remain still. “I think your exact words were you guaranteeing the exile of my fuck buddies and my utter destruction.”
“Sounds deep,” Levi deadpans.
“She kissed a dude in front of me to prove that point.”
Levi’s fingers suddenly wrap around my jaw, forcing my attention on him and him only.
Shit.
“Who?” he fumes out, green eyes already darkened.
“Some rando,” Reeve replies. “Oh, wait, no. It wasBobby.”
Levi doesn’t acknowledge Reeve with a glance but asks, “One of yours?”
