“Fuck ya, ya big-headed bastard,”I laugh out as I walk through one of the warehouses with my guys.
We’re making the rounds today. Last night I went out with them to the club since it was Nakim’s birthday. Nakim might not be able to be out here with us, but we’re always there for him.
I wouldn’t have missed his birthday for the world. Taking him to Club Desire made his night. I think the rest of the guys had a good time too. Even though we’re all feeling it today.
We’re just getting to the warehouse because we’ve been dragging our asses. There’s no way we should just be here at one in the afternoon.
I’ll probably head home after I get things settled around here. There are some shipments I need to check on, and I want to make sure inventory has been done.
“Don’t be mad at me for bagging the baddest chick in the place,” Emory croons. “I’m going to give her a call when I get home.”
I look at him pointedly. One, she wasn’t the baddest chick there. Two, I could have bagged her if I wanted.
I wasn’t interested. She couldn’t hold a candle to DJ. My girl has been on my mind all day. We speak almost every day now since she finally answered my call that day.
I love our talks. It’s getting harder to say goodbye. I want to bring her home more than ever.
I haven’t missed her questions about life in New York. It’s good to know she’s getting used to the idea of being here with me. I’ll be making that happen as soon as I can.
Things have just been awkward around here with me stepping in for Logan. I don’t have the time or the focus to have DJ here. Not like I want.
“Aye, ya have at it,” I snort.
“What’s been up with you? I haven’t seen you with the shorties in months now. You batting for a new team?” Arnez asks, causing Emory to laugh.
“Aye, I’ve been batting at your mother’s tonsils. Team gums and guzzle.”
“Oh,” Emory croons. “That’s foul, killer.”
“Not as foul as your breath,” I shoot back.
“Ach, I swear ye two walk into it every time,” Seán chuckles.
These are my guys. Other than Nakim, they have been my oldest friends. Next to my brothers, I know these three will always have my back.
“Nah, he has a shorty somewhere in hiding. She’s either fine as fuck or ugly as a motherfucker.”
“When have ya known me to fuck with anything less than a ten?” I scoff.
“You know what? I think Emory is right. He has to have some chick. Anyone else notice the accent standing out in the last four or five months?”
“Aye, Jesus, Mary, Joseph. Yeah, man, I have. Is she back home or something? Is that why we don’t know about her?” Seán asks, sounding like he’s stumbled onto the answers to some great mystery.
“She’s none of your business. Get to work so we can get the fuck out of here,” I bark and walk off.
My phone rings as I jog up the stairs to the office. I smile when I see its DJ. A glance at the time makes me furrow my brows.
She should be heading to the pub. The last time we spoke, she said she had to stop at the castle for something and then she would be at the pub. Something must be wrong.
“Hey, baby. Are ya okay?”
“Aye, but no.”
“DJ, tell me what’s going on,” I say.
“I don’t know why I called ya. Yer there and I’m here. I have it under control.”
“Have what under control?” I ask as I turn around and head back down the stairs.
