“My brother didn’t want you around her when he was alive, he sure as shit wouldn’t want you wasting your time now he ain’t.”
“Don’t be an asshole, Ko. I can’t just let go.”
“Enough time has passed that you can. Kelly wouldn’t want you stuck like this, Adriana.”
She hangs up on me, and I hope she listens. She needs to move on, just like I am.
23
King
Annabel is legit crazy. After witnessing her with Victoria out back earlier, I have no room to make the wrong move. This isn’t about wanting to fuck her anymore. I have to think of the club, of Luca and his old lady. It’s clear as day how much Luca loves Victoria, if Annabel upsets Victoria in any which way, Luca will burn the whole fucking world down around us. It doesn’t take long to track her down to the back corner of the bar with yet another book in her hands.
Without taking her eyes off of her book, she says, “If you’re trying to fuck me again, then go away, and leave me alone.”
I snort. “Nah, I’m over that now, but I can’t have you causing grief for my president or his old lady, so this is how it’s gonna go.” She smiles up at me and it sends a shiver down my spine.
“Oh, please, do enlighten me.” Her sarcasm rolls off me.
“Since you can’t be trusted, I’m going to be everywhere you are.” Hearing this, her smile slips. “Your father has two weeks till the election is over. So for the next fourteen days we’re gonna be best fuckin’ friends.”
“Yeah, no, I don’t think so. You can run along now.”
Ripping the book out of her hands, I rip a bunch of pages out and toss it across the bar. She jumps up to her feet and shoves me in the chest.
“You fucking asshole!”
She barges by me and snatches the shredded pages from behind me.
“There’s something seriously wrong with you,” she accuses.
She spins and gets in my face, though she only comes up to my chin. She prods her finger in the middle of my chest.
“Don’t ever touch what’s mine again.”
Smirking, I ask, “Or what?”
“Or, you won’t like how I retaliate.”
My laughter infuriates her. “Just so you know, you don’t call the shots here. We do, so get used to it.”
Her eyes soften. “And what are the sleeping arrangements?”
Smirking, I tell her, “Since this is a twenty-four hour thing, where you are, I am. You won’t be able to inhale without me watching you exhale.”
She runs her finger down my arm. I look down and watch the change in her go from pissed to soft in the blink of an eye.
“I’m not tired,” she tells me like I give a shit.
“Well I am, so move your ass or I’ll throw you over my shoulder.”
Her eyes widen, but she isn’t scared of my threat. She picks up her book and takes in the haul I’ve acquired from the kitchen. A few beers and a couple bags of chips.
“I seriously don’t need you up my ass every second.”
With my free hand, I go to urge her to move before she steps out of reach.
“I can walk myself.”
