The fifty-one-year-old man’s voice is groggy with sleep.“Yeah, Prez.What’s up?”
“Not you, that’s for sure.So, who the fuck is in the office when you’re asleep?Or did you crash on the couch in your office?”
“What?”Swade sounds fully awake when he grits, “I haven’t slept on the couch in the office since we ran off my cunt of an ex-wife.”
“Thought so.Then why would the lights be on this time of day?”I wonder and move in the direction of the building while the rest of my brothers fall in step behind me.
“I’m on my way,” he states and breaks the connection.
“Maybe someone forgot to turn off the lights,” Lumos says as I grab the keys and unlock the door.
Quint snorts.“As if Swade would leave the lights on.The fucker is a nitpicker when it comes to saving money.”
Heart chuckles.“The other day he turned the lights off in the garage while Laith and Gael were working on a car.Laith hit his head when he tripped over a tire headed to turn the lights back on.”
The brothers chuckle, but I’m not laughing.Taking the stairs two at a time, I burst into the office and come to an abrupt stop when I see who the fuck turned on the lights.
“What the hell is...oh la la,” Heart groans.“Did I miss a birthday or somethin’?I mean, why else would there be a special kind of stripper stashed in the office, waiting for us to enjoy?”
The woman is oblivious to us and shoves her hand into the air, one holding a pen.Well, at least I think it’s a pen, but it looks like she offed a rabbit, dyed it pink and shoved a pen up its ass.Fluffy as fuck.I have to say, the reason why Heart describes her as a special kind of stripper?It’s all due to her curves and appearance.
Pink combat boots with black laces, fishnet stockings, a pink and black checkered skirt, along with a short pink sweater falling off her shoulder.It reveals a black lace tank underneath.The chick is obsessed with pink because her lips are a fierce version of the color which matches her eyeshadow.
The fluffy pen is still shoved in the air, and she sings a loud muffled, “Like a number.”Then she adds on a barely-there whisper, “I fucking hate numbers.”
She’s moving her head to music I presume due to the headphones she’s wearing with added cat ears; a pink fucking bow stuck to one of them.A tiny scream falls from her lips and she quickly removes the lollipop from her mouth.At least the piece of candy isn’t pink, it’s a red heart.Weird as fuck chick for sure.
“What the hell are you doing here?”I snap when she pulls away her headphones and lets them rest around her neck.
I dial Swade’s number again and he picks up with, “Almost there, Prez.”
I can tell the brother accepted the call through the speaker system of his car.
Keeping my gaze locked with the woman, I ask Swade, “Mind explaining why there’s a curvy pink punk-cunt made from cotton candy bouncing around in your office?”
A few seconds pass, and then I hear Swade bark out a laugh.“I can’t believe your description, but it’s definitely on point.Though, I don’t like the fact you’re calling her a cunt.Keep her in one piece.I’ll be right there.Oh, and Prez?”
My gaze is on the curvy fluff when Swade adds, “Don’t trust Norie if she acts like an airhead.”
I end the call and slide my phone back into my pocket.“Mind telling me why you’re here and what you’re doing?”
Norie slides her lollipop back into her mouth and is studying me as she leans her ass against the desk.
It takes a few heartbeats before she slowly takes out the candy and says, “Uncle Swade lets me use his computer if I need to do homework.”
“Homework.”I raise an eyebrow and take a menacing step forward, not believing a single word she says.“Try again.This time give me the truth.If not, your pink shit will become the same color as that lollipop you’re sucking on.”
