Flame, still waggling that damn lighter, smirked. “Not if we want your pussy gloving our cocks some time this century, Lucie.”
That earned him an approving glance as well as her sashaying over to him and perching on his lap. Flame proceeded tofinallyclose the lighter, slide his arms around her waist, and tuck her tightly into him.
Honestly, it was sweet. Even if a bit crass.
Made me think of Belle and Cade.
God only knew what monstrous deeds my brother had done in his time on this planet, but whatever it was, it hadn’t diminished his capacity to love. Or to show his wife that adoration either.
Wolfe stopped spinning his knife on the desk and skewered Stan with a look instead. I would’ve prescribed a course of anger management classes. Stat. “You have an ETA on your departure?”
“If there’s an issue with the jet, we’ll hire a car and get out of your hair tomorrow.”
“The jet’ll still be up in my business though, won’t it?”
Stan drummed his fingers against the armrest. “You got a problem with me, Wolfe? Last thing I knew, we dropped two million on some of your merchandise, and you didn’t seem to have an issue then.”
Two goddamn million?
The Prez ignored that pointed comment. “You bringing trouble with you from Mexico? Heard rumblings on the border about Martinez cleaning up shop.”
“That has nothing to do with me.”
“No? Heard about the blasts too.”
“You heard a lot of fucking things, haven’t you, Wolfe?”
“Pays to keep your ear to the goddamn ground in this world. While we’re on the topic of listening to the fucking bullshit that happens on the regular, I also heard that Dead To Me’s dead.”
Stan’s shock manifested in stillness. “You know her?”
Lucifer hummed. “I’ll miss her if she’s truly gone. Love her or loathe her, she’s a bad penny, that one. Always turns up when you’re short.”
“She a customer?” Stan bit off.
“Duh.”
My lips twitched at her sass, even as I wondered what the hell they sold that could cost two million bucks.
Guns didn’t cost that much or… did they?
“Take more than deepthroating some C4 to kill Dead To Me,” Flame rumbled, giving his woman a squeeze.
Lucifer cupped her elbows, but it was Dagger who remarked, “Maybe. Good luck can’t last forever.”
That announcement cast a somber pall over the room’s inhabitants—Stan included.
Neev and Raisin shot me more wide-eyed looks, but I shook my head at them. Staying out of this was the wisest course of action. Unfortunately for us, these weren’t bears. The adage, “If it's black, fight back; if it's brown, lie down,” would get us nowhere here.
And we were definitely the plump and juicy prey in a den of apex predators.
After what appeared to be a collective moment of silence on Dead To Me’s behalf, Stan released a breath. “Show us where you want to dump us and we’ll be out of your hair by tomorrow morning.”
Dagger sniffed. “That a promise?”
“That’s a promise.”
Wolfe dipped his chin, and that triggered the mostly quiet MC brother, Axe, into opening the door and waiting for us to shuffle out.
