“No, because she’s his sister.”
“Weird. I don’t stake a claim on my sister.”
“Your sister is older.”
“They’re both grown women.”
“Maybe, but Exile is overly attached to his sister. He won’t appreciate anyone looking to enjoy her pussy.”
“Cool your jets,” he said, flashing me a dirty look. “I’m just curious. There aren’t many interesting women in Little Memphis. Every cool chick seems to be in the club. Then, I get back to town, and here’s a sweet little thing in my circle. Only a fool wouldn’t consider the option.”
“True, and maybe I shouldn’t be giving lectures about smart choices. Fucking Elle certainly wasn’t the best way to make nice with her brother.”
“But you like her, right? On a personal level, I mean. It’s not just her great body and sly grin.”
Frowning at Boone, I didn’t like how he noticed those qualities about the woman carrying my critter.
“I thought you viewed her as a sister.”
“Yeah, but I’m not blind. I can tell my sister is attractive, too. I assume you don’t have a sister.”
“The ones I know of are dead, but my father stuck his dick in anything he could catch. It’s possible I have plenty of live sisters in the world.”
“Let me ask you something,” Boone said, eyeing me in a wary way. “I get the sense you and Elle haven’t spent much time together. So, why did you chase her and not another fox, like Goldie?”
“No offense to your sister, but Elle’s got a quality that I can’t quite put my finger on. She’s the only one to catch my eye.”
“Well, you couldn’t have knocked up a better fox. Elle’s great at motherhood.”
I considered my kid inside Elle. She was a fine woman, even if she couldn’t handle her liquor and fought like a child. When we battled the LM Jokers at the Fire Hooch, she mostly ran around throwing things.
Boone’s sister had proven herself a better fighter during that brawl. She exuded the same hostile vibe when she showed up at the condo. Goldie glared at me as if I were the devil himself.
Since I enjoyed poking at people, I smiled at her annoyance. “Boone claimed your panties are soaking wet over someone in my club. I wouldn’t blame you if you had a thing for me.”
Narrowing her dark eyes, she sneered, “I thought you were into Elle.”
“Don’t misunderstand me. Your feelings for me would never be reciprocated. I like my blondes natural.”
Goldie’s shoulder-length hair was brown like her brother’s. I knew that because she had perpetual dark roots. The rest was bleached golden blonde.
Her dark eyes narrowed, and I sensed she wanted to punch me.
“I havezerointerest in you.”
“Well, that’s good because you’d be disappointed by my lack of a boner for you.”
Goldie shook her head and mumbled, “Poor Elle.”
Chuckling, I loved how pissed Goldie got. But her rage might have been only for show because she instantly turned to Boone and smiled.
“I need a hug,” she said and squeezed him. “Dealing with dipshit cops earlier made me angry over you getting locked up.”
Boone stroked her head and asked, “Is there anything I need to know regarding those dipshit cops?”
“No, they had a warrant for someone who looked like one of the women at the apartment safehouse. Elle was busy with Sutter, so I drove over to keep the cops from accessing the complex.”
“What does Elle have to do with this situation?” I demanded, immediately sticking my nose into this issue.
