“Hmm.” The Fox stared at her. “You are certain?”
“I’m certain. I . . . I love Jared and North. I misheard something that they said and thought they didn’t want me. So I ran and got hurt. But I was wrong and they want me. I’m happy with them, Fox. For the first time in a long time I’m truly happy.”
“Ahh, a menage relationship. I think my two would like to start a support group. Something about needing to speak to others who have an overbearing, overprotective, bossy Top. Not sure yours count, though.”
“Trust me, they’re both extremely bossy,” she said.
“You’re in a relationship with two people?” Jared asked incredulously.
Who would be crazy enough to get involved with the Fox?
Well, he guessed some people might think the same way about him.
“Yes, is that so hard to believe?” the Fox drawled.
Angie gave Jared a pointed look.
“Not at all.”
“I better leave. I have things to do. But I will be paying attention and if I don’t like what I see, I will extract Angie.”
“Why?” she whispered.
“I don’t know. I suppose I feel responsible for you. It’s a very annoying feeling. One I didn’t feel until I met my Sunshine.”
“Your girlfriend?” Jared asked.
The Fox stared at him. “No.”
No?
Who the fuck was his sunshine then?
The Fox turned and headed to the door before pausing. “Ahh, nearly forgot. I heard you have a severed head problem. Tricky thing to get rid of.”
What did that mean?
They weren’t weeds that kept popping up in his lawn.
Fuck. Retiring to a beach in the Bahamas was sounding more and more appealing by the moment.
“How do you know about that?” Jared asked.
They hadn’t told anyone outside the three of them, and a couple of guards. Had one of the guards blabbed?
“Oh, I have my ways. Do you know who is sending you the heads?”
Jared ground his teeth together. Should he tell him?
“Jared thinks it’s a guy called Beltran,” Angie said.
“Beltran? He’s Colombian, right?”
Jared nodded. “You’ve heard of him?”
“Not much. How did you get on the bad side of him?”
“He killed some people I cared about.”
