“Well, she sure crossed mine.” Dice rocked his hips. Kid cracking up like he thought the shit was funny.
Dice was a prospect who wasn’t older than eighteen. Trevan had found him begging for a dime on the streets and had dragged him back here to give him a chance at becoming one of us.
He was kind of clueless and a whole lot reckless, but he had goodness woven in there somewhere, too.
Still, I was grating low, “You want to die today?” as I strolled for the wall of tools, deciding I was going to have to cut off the bolt. “Already warned you she is off-limits. Looking at her included.”
I should take my own damned advice considering every time I glanced her way, a bolt of lightning shot straight to my dick.
Phoenix, my sergeant at arms, stood and wiped his hands on a rag. My enforcer was a wall of muscle. Even in the light of day, covered in gloom and shade. Black hair and eyes that were somehow a fraction darker.
A canvas of tattoos covered his light skin.
A demon who wasn’t so much in disguise.
“Told you this whole thing was a mistake,” he said, the back of his left hand flashing the tattoo with the crow in full flight, a skull dangling from its talons.
Every patched-in Crow had the same one. A permanent badge of the oath they had made.
At the accusation, unease skimmed the already tense air.
Phoenix voted no on bringing Brinley here. Had warned it was bound to make things uglier than they already were.
Complicate the complex.
Sure after everything went down, we were going to have to bring Dereck to his end and the lines would get skewed.
Protectiveness swilled through my senses. A whirring of foreboding and dry heat.
“She’s getting us closer to where we need to be.” I rumbled it like a warning.
He scoffed and raked his teeth over his bottom lip. “Seems like she’s nothing but a distraction to me.”
It was his own warning.
“A distraction she is. Pretty sure every damned jaw dropped to the ground when she came waltzing up to the bonfire last night.” Wasn’t sure why Trevan found it in himself to stir the pot.
Possession fisted my chest.
Fuck.
I did not like the feeling.
Trevan grinned at me, all teeth. “Mainly, you.”
“Ah, someone finally caught Prez’s eye.” Dice was rocking his hips again, the little punk.
“She’s off-limits, and I fuckin’ mean it. And that extends to every single one of us.” The growl bisected the suffocating air.
“What she is, is collateral.” Phoenix stamped it like a reminder.
I loved the guy, but I wanted to drive a chisel through his eye. Problem was, the fucker would probably like it.
The door to the shop suddenly whipped open.
And there she was in that motherfucking dress.
The lace kissed up high on her toned thighs, all that leg bare, emphasized by those mile-high heels.
