“How about this: you give me fifty grand, and while Mendoza is getting your bag, your girl and I get to know each other better.” Dex looks away from me, cocking his head at Hudson. “I’ll even let you watch.” His smirk says everything his words don’t.
Thor and Apollo would never agree, and Beau would feel so guilty if he knew what this guy was asking for, but Hudson will do what it takes to get what we need from this creep. This was the plan. Give Dexter a toy so he’s distracted. Let him think he has a chance with me while Hudson sits back looking jealous as fuck.
Dexter likes to flex his power in a very specific way. He wants to pretend that he’s the strongest Alpha in the room.
I drop my hold on Hudson, ready to face my doom, when Hudson growls.
“Nah, fuck that shit.” He holds me tight, refusing to release me, and shakes his head. “You couldn’t pay me to let you watch me fuck my girl. There’s not a chance in hell I’m letting you touch her.”
“You stupid fuck!” Dex snaps, eyes wild as he looks between me and the bigger Alpha. “You want your shit, or do you want to eat a bullet, and then I’ll just take your girl anyway.” He lifts his hand in the air, making a come-here gesture to someone I don’t see.
Oh fuck.
My heart rate skyrockets as I laugh, shaking my head. Patting Hudson’s chest, I push away from him, but he tugs me back.
“It’s okay, I don’t mind, baby. Dexter seems like a gentleman. He won’t do anything bad,” I purr, jerking free from his grip on me so I can approach Dexter. Can’t stab him if I can’t reach him. He sneers at my Alpha before smiling down at me.
I risk a glance at Hudson over my shoulder and bug my eyes out at him. I hope the look I give him says something like, ‘What the fuck are you doing?’ and ‘Get your shit together before he tries to kill you.’
I’m expecting him to be uncomfortably jealous, or even something that conveys his fake guilt, like, ‘I can’t believe I’m selling my girl out.’ Instead, he looks ready to end this entire thing right here and now, but we haven’t gotten the signal yet.
We have to fake it a little longer.
“You coming, Daddy?” I bug my eyes at him. With jerking movements Hudson reaches us in two steps. Dexter leads us toward a crusty-looking futon.
I notice his phone out of the corner of my eye and glance down to see a text.
Mac:van
Fuck,I hope they got what they needed.
Dex:Bring them in here. Give me 5 to play.
Because it’s fucking showtime,boys…
"Mendoza is getting drugs put together. Why don’t you work on that transfer you mentioned while I get to know Dream a little better?” When we reach the futon, Dexter spins me so I’m facing him before pushing me back onto my ass. “Ah-ah. That’s far enough,” he barks when Hudson gets a little too close.
I don’t dare look over at him, keeping my eyes fixed on Dexter instead.
“Do you think he’ll mind if I kiss you?” Dexter whispers, and my knee-jerk response is to gut him like a fish.
Not yet.
Soon. So soon.
“Unless you want to swallow your teeth, I would avoid it.”
“Fair. I’ll settle for a little taste.”
“Oh my!” I push back his chest, ready to feed him my shoe, when a chipper Beta stomps up the stairs.
“Hey boss! Look who we found!”
“I said give me five, you stupid fuck!”
“Oh, shit. My bad.” The Beta cowers as he moves further in. Apollo and Beau come up next, side by side, with Thor behind them, as well as four more of Dexter’s men, who are all heavily armed.
“My guys found them outside. At first I thought it was a coincidence, but you five came together, didn’t you?” He sits on the futon beside me.
