Nodding, I add, “Back when you were with Whitney.” He stiffens at the mention of my sister’s name, but he wanted to know.
Stepping into me, he reaches up, running his thumb over my lips and I hold my breath at the action. “What did you two do?” he asks, and I know exactly what he’s referring to.
He knows he was my first when it came to sex. But there are other things I could have done. He’s never asked about my past experiences until now. For some reason, he seems to care. “He kissed me,” I say softly.
“On the mouth?”
I nod.
“Anywhere else?” His thumb pulls down my bottom lip, and I breathe heavily.
“No,” I answer, my voice shaking.
He seems satisfied with that and turns, walking away.
“What happened to her?” I ask, wanting to know.
He stops, turns back to face me, and says, “She’s missing.” Then he gives me his back once again and walks behind the bar.
He’s lying. I can tell. The question is why?
TYSON
How didI not know that she and Collin dated? I mean, I never paid that much attention to her life when I was with Whitney, but I feel like I should have known this. All the research I did on her over the past three years should have told me they were together at some point. I needed to know what I was getting into with her. An ex-boyfriend never popped up.
There are two problems with this new information. One, I don’t like the fact that they have any kind of past. Two, I don’t like that he knows she’s here at Blackout.
I made it very clear that she belongs to me. But if he knows she works here, he could start appearing just to see her. And the fact that she’s barely dressed while working makes that thought worse.
“You are not allowed to speak to him,” I inform her as she walks past the bar.
Stopping, she turns to face me, hands on her hips, and she lets out a huff. “Excuse me?”
“You heard me.” I’m not repeating myself.
“Jesus, Tyson. We didn’t fuck.” She rolls her eyes.
“I don’t give a fuck what you did and didn’t do with him.” Her cheeks flush at my words, even if they were a lie. If he had slept with her, he’d be dead. “He’s a cop. And I don’t want him trying to get any information from you.”
“Like what?”
“Lake,” I growl.
“You going to kill him?” She gives a rough laugh.
“If need be.”
Her laughter stops, and her lips thin. “Don’t be stupid, Tyson. You just said so yourself, he’s a cop.”
“I’ve killed more important men for less.” I shrug carelessly. Walking over to her, I reach out and run my hand through her bleach-blond hair. Her large blue eyes look up into mine at my confession. “We both took a vow that you belong to me and I to you. That means I will eliminate anyone who I think may be a threat to our marriage.”
“But you’re free to fuck whoever you want,” she snaps, referring to Bethany.
I still haven’t informed my wife that she’s the only woman I’ll be fucking. And I don’t plan to. I like her jealous. I don’t see how sleeping around on her proves anything. The point is that she belongs to me. Besides, her cunt, mouth, and ass are all I’m going to need. “Just stay the fuck away from him. And if he comes in here, you tell me. Understand?” I’m busy when the club is open. I don’t have time to sit and watch the cameras a hundred percent of the time. It’s never bothered me until now. Especially after what I saw last night between her and Bethany.
She glares at me for a long second but finally nods. “Understood.” Turning, she starts to walk off but pauses once more and faces me. “Why haven’t you asked me about the girl?”
“What’s there to ask?” I avoid her question.
