“Got something to say, Tracker?” I demanded as Amy let out a small squeak.
Tracker’s gaze shifted behind me, and I got in his way. “Eyes on me.”
Tracker moved closer, and I prepared to defend myself. “Seems we’re both suckers for Nanci’s bullshit. Good to see you, brother,” Tracker said and stepped into my space and yanked me into a one-armed hug.
He clapped me on the back, and I replied in kind. The woman coughed, and I ignored her. I’d no desire to deal with her crap right now.
“Nanci tracked you down?” I asked.
“Bugged the shit out of me for six months. Guess I’m home,” Tracker retorted.
“Excuse me!” a snippy voice interrupted. I scowled. Fuck me.
“Foundthattrying to drive through the barriers,” Tracker quipped, amused.
“Should have left the bitch there.”
“I can hear you!” Kyleah exploded.
“Then why don’t you fuck off!” I demanded.
Amy gasped, and I turned to her. “Sorry, brave girl, but that is the ex-girlfriend from hell.”
“Oh,” Amy said softly. Tracker leaned around me and winked.
“Why don’t I keep you company while Vortex deals with whatever that is?” Tracker asked smoothly. “Club girls have certainly taken a turn for the better.”
“Tracker, Amy’s no club girl. Show respect,” I ordered.
Interest flared in Tracker’s eyes. “Not a slut? And no cut.”
“Jesus, you’re starting already, you man whore?” Razor exclaimed, and Tracker turned. A smile broke out when he saw Razor.
“You look well, brother,” he said and repeated the one-armed hug.
“You too, Tracker. Guessing you’re home?”
“Yeah. Nanci wore me down. Bow is avoiding her, but won’t be for long.”
I snorted, amused. Bow was Tracker’s brother. I bet the fucker was still ducking Nanci. She’d hunt him down soon enough.
“Stop ignoring me!” Kyleah shouted.
Amy’s eyes went wide, and I glanced at Drew. He nodded and moved closer to Amy as I also covered her again.
Tracker appeared confused as Razor also positioned himself in front of Amy, but even without knowing why, he did the same.
“What do you want, Kyleah?”
Kyleah’s entire demeanour changed when I stared at her. “Came to see you, Vortex.”
“Why?”
“What do you mean by why? Guessed you’d be missing me by now.” Kyleah licked her lips and posed.
“Nope. And you weren’t invited here.” Anger flashed momentarily on Kyleah’s face.
“Don’t be an asshole; we had good times.” Kyleah sexily walked across the floor, hips wriggling, but it left me cold. She stopped and smiled mischievously.
