“Ow, you fuck!” Amelia whines.
“Shit, I’m sorry,” I say, “I should’ve warned you that I had a puppy.”
“You think?”
“Here, let me see.”
She hesitates before reaching her hand out to me. Three angry, red lines trail down her fully black inked arm.
I gently rub the cut, and she winces at my touch, quickly pulling away.
“I’ll be fine, it’s not like he bit my arm off.”
I chuckle to myself.
She stares at me, rubbing her forearm. “Can I use your bathroom?”
“Yeah, down the hall, on the right.”
She nods, walking off down the hall, and I admire her figure again since her gremlin of a bodyguard is hiding somewhere.
I pull my phone out of my pocket, opening the group chat with my brothers, smiling like an idiot.
Maverick
Made it back to the house, thanks for the drinks, bro.
Reed
Np
Maverick
Can you not abbreviate pls
Maverick
And actually love me
Carter
Sorry, can’t talk. My wife’s mouth is currently occupied.
Maverick
Carter wtf
Reed
I sigh, tossing my phone onto the kitchen counter. My brothers are fucking idiots, especially Carter. After he got married, he became a big ball of mush for his precious wife, Catalina.
I’m not jealous in any way, shape, or form.
Yeah, okay, Maverick.
Amelia finally emerges from the bathroom, looking like an angel.
She’s so fucking beautiful it hurts.
