I grind my teeth together, unable to find a flaw in his logic. If I push, not only will Neo be pissed, but my brothers won’t ever let me live it down. “You’ll be safe?”
He just flips me off while rolling his eyes.
My lips quirk, and his do as well.
“We’ll talk when you return.”
“No, thanks,” he says, but I’m determined.
I grab his chin, ignoring the catcalls that ring out around us. “Want to try that again, brat?”
His pupils dilate. “No, thanks.”
I grin. Fuck, he really is perfect. “Come straight to me when you return. Don’t make me find you.”
“That’s more of a promise than anything.”
And with a wink, he’s gone.
18
WYLDER
I pace the office, waiting for Harley and Neo to return. I went through the information in the first ten minutes. Turns out there’s not as much to go on as I’d hoped. No names. No addresses.
Just a fuck-load of incriminating evidence on The Firm and our activities.
It leaves me too much time to panic and pace. I should’ve insisted on accompanying them. I know that Harley is with Neo, so he should be fine.
But Neo has a special talent for getting into trouble.
That’s what has me sending several guards after them, as well as telling the head guard, Brennan, that I need regular updates. He stares at me for a moment too long at my request, but I don’t back down.
It’s not unreasonable to want to be briefed about this. It’s what I pay him to do.
He agrees. Of course he does. No one disagrees with me.
Except Neo, obviously.
While sex with Neo appears to have cleared my mind, it also seems to have made Neo more of a brat.
I don’t deny how much I love it.
How much my monster craves this side of him.
My phone rings, Brennan’s number appearing on the screen. I rush to answer it. “Yes?”
“You seriously asked for updates? We’ll be gone an hour.” Neo’s voice is full of disbelief.
My hand clenches tightly. “Neo, hand Brennan the phone.”
“No. You’ll get updates from me and my ass.”
He hangs up, and then a moment later, a message appears on the screen. It’s Neo’s bare ass and a blurry image of Brennan in the background, looking horrified.
I bite back a laugh before forcing my face into a scowl.
God, what am I going to do with him?
