“You’re a dick,” he mutters as he gets to his feet.
I shrug. “Maybe. But you’ll learn a lot. Stick with me, kid, and I’ll have you ready to join the UFC.”
“Fat fucking chance of that.”
Chuckling, I rush over to him, pinning him down on the mat before he can roll to his feet. “I like you under me like this.”
He tries to buck me off, but I have my knees planted and my weight distributed evenly. All he does is tire himself out.
With a huff, he glowers at me. “You gonna move?”
“No. Try to get out of this position.”
His look is deadpan, making me smile. “Did you not just see me trying?”
“You tried to use your strength. Use your head. How can you get out of this position?”
“If you get your big ass off me.”
“You think my ass is big?”
He growls and struggles more. “I can’t, Nico. Just move.”
I shake my head. “Make some space. Twist your hips, yeah, like that. Get me off center, off balance. Like that, you can toss me off.”
He follows my direction beautifully, managing to get me off balance enough to wiggle away.
“Was that so hard?” I ask, batting my eyes.
“I swear to fucking God, you aggravate me,” he mutters, crossing his arms over his chest in a pout.
“Aww,” I say, crawling over to him. “Don’t be salty. I just?—”
In the blink of an eye, Declan has me on my back, straddling my waist. “Didn’t you tell me not to drop my guard?”
A laugh bursts from my throat. “You’ll fucking pay for that.”
We don’t talk much more, other than me giving Declan small instructions. He’s a quick study, so by the time we call it quits, I have a few bruises myself.
We flop down on the mat, breathing heavily. I drink from my water bottle, then pass it over to Declan. He takes it without question, sucking the water down like he’ll never have a drink again. I flick my eyes away, telling my dick to calm the fuck down as his cheeks hollow, his lips puckered around the top.
When he’s done, he passes my water bottle back and I toss it to the other side of the room. “So, you got another letter? Did you bring it?”
Declan lifts his head slightly, looking around the room. “You sure we’re alone?”
“Yeah. Overheard Kai tell Carter he could calm him down when they got back home. That usually lasts for a few hours.”
“Fucking gross. I never want to hear about my brother and his husband calming each other down again in my life.” He scoffs and lies back on the mat. “Gavin?”
“Somewhere alone, probably. He rarely comes down when I’m here. Someone has to be on guard at all times.”
Declan nods and tells me what the note said. “I fired Jadon today, then I found the letter under my windshield wiper. Fucker thought he could leave with a bang by threatening my life. I’ll fucking show him. When I leave here, I’ll?—”
“Do what? Kill him after you fired him? I know you have the cops in your pocket, but if enough people—like his family—make noise, the public will be behind them, and the cops won’t be able to spin why they’re not investigating you. Not without people being fucking pissed about it.”
Declan narrows his eyes at me but says nothing.
I roll over and rest my head on my bicep. “Let me talk to Jadon. Figure out what the fuck is going on. When I have answers, I’ll let you know, then you can do what you want. But give it a week or so.”
