“Shhh it’s okay, babe. He may have boss level training, but I’ve got something he won’t see coming.”
She turned back to face me, grabbing my t-shirt in both fists and leaning close.
“What? A gun?”
Ha. Adorable. I rested my forehead against hers, feeling like a fucking king with this woman here, on my side, backing me. Showing everyone here that she fucking chose me.
“No. Me.”
She laughed breathlessly.
“I’m pretty sure he knows he’s fighting you, dickhead.”
So fucking sexy when she smiles and laughs.
“Nah, I mean he thinks I’ll be easy, because he’s seen me fight, but he doesn’t know everything I’m capable of. He’ll underestimate me, and I’ll fucking break him.”
“Oh god,” she whispered under her breath.
Another nervous glance behind her, and then she leaned close again.
“Wipe that smug ass grin off his dickish face, babe.” Babe. She fucking called mebabe.
I grabbed her face and slammed my lips down on hers, kissing her hard, letting her feel a little of my exhilaration, and probably giving every other fucker a good show. Certainly there were hoots and whistles around us, but I kept my focus on her, wrapping an arm around her back and crushing her against me as my tongue surged deep.
She dug her fingernails into my neck like she often did, and I fucking loved it. As she pulled back, she rested her forehead against mine again. With her height, and heels on, we were pretty much even.
“Please don’t get hurt, Rocket. Gotta keep filling me up, remember?” Jesus, don’t give me a boner here, not right now.
“Alright, if you wanna get your tongue out of your woman, can we get this started?”
I flipped Grease off behind V’s back, but then Micro stepped into the middle of the circle that had formed around us.
“Rocket, Grease. You two fuckers have been playing at this shit for too long. It ends tonight. Right here where we can all fucking witness it, and then? It’s over. You both grow the hell up, and act like brothers, and if you can’t do that, you can at least be civil.”
“Aw he’s practicing his daddy skills on us,” Grease taunted, and despite myself, I grinned at him. Maybe Micro wouldn’t beas bad as his own dad, in fact… it wasn’t a maybe at all. It was a definite thing.
“Bite me.”
I kissed V one more time, and nudged her off to the side.
“Stay back, no matter what happens. Don’t risk yourself.”
She rolled her eyes. “I always put me first, babe.” Fuck me, she was so perfect.
“Alright, let’s get this done, so Grease can go and cry in his office.”
Micro groaned, stretching his arms out to push against both of our chests as we fronted at each other. I caught Grease’s glare at being touched, but if he didn’t like being touched, he was about to really not enjoy this.
“Rules. No weapons. Fists only. No breaking bones, and leave the family jewels alone. No cheap shots, or sucker punches,Grease.”
Grease mock gasped, but we all knew the fucker was willing to do that shit. Hell, so was I if the fucker deserved it.
“This ends when I call it, and then it’s over. The next time you fuckers face each other, it’ll be as brothers, and you’ll be making an effort. I don’t wanna lose either of you, but I won’t have this club torn any further apart by this bullshit.”
“Jesus, are you done?”
I grinned at Grease again, because he literally said what I was thinking. Micro sighed, lowering his arms.
