I glance at Nero’s feet, he’s still wearing his shoes. “You’re out of your fucking mind.”
“The dog makes him happy.”
“You couldn’t have got an older one who doesn’t piss on all your guests’ feet?”
Nero is unsuccessful in hiding his exasperation. “Can’t do anything about it now, they’re both attached to the little shit.”
“Remind me to steer clear of women and kids.”
“And their little dogs too.”
We both turn to Jesse in the doorway holding out my boots. His reference to the Wizard of Oz isn’t lost on me. When you grow up with a sister who loves musicals and schmaltzy romance movies, that shit gets stuck in your head after you've watch it nine hundred times.
“Don’t you start,” Nero groans.
“You brought a pissing and shitting monster into my house,” Jesse scowls.
“I’ve seen you playing with it. Him,” he corrects himself.
I take my boots and give them a sniff. The scent has not entirely gone, but whatever Taylor used is disguising it enough that I can make it home for a new pair.
“I’ll see you when that thing is house-trained,” I tell Jesse. He steps out of the way, and I head to where Blaze is waiting.
He stares down the corridor as I reach for the door, and I pause to see what has his attention. The only thing I see is Jesse whisper-yelling through the doorway at Nero.
“Wouldn’t wish this shit on my worst enemy,” I laugh.
Blaze clears his throat and moves past me to go out first.
“Rebel?” Jesus, am I ever getting out of this madhouse? “Sorry about the dog. He’s just a baby.”
Taylor is holding the little fucker and he’s leaning against her chest, fighting to keep his eyes open. There is no way I’m going to admit out loud the thing is cute. When it’s sleeping.
“He is a sweetheart when he isn’t wreaking havoc,” she grins. “Want to pet him?”
“Don’t even think about it,” Nero steps up behind Taylor and pulls her back against him, glaring at me, then the puppy nestled against his old lady’s tits.
All I can do is shake my head and walk away.
“If I ever turn into that,” I tell Blaze, jamming the button to call the elevator. “Shoot me.”
Chapter Five
Kinsley
Raven was right, the bar is a lot quieter than it was when I came in yesterday. Fewer men in leather cuts, but the ones who are here are not exactly subdued, they’re being quiet, watchful.
When I got here, she introduced me to the ‘girls’. Laurel and Katrina have been friends since kindergarten, who informed me they’ve been a trifecta of chaos since they were five years old.
The other woman is Dana, a new friend they met at the Battleground, an underground fighting ring where some of the club members compete. It seems everyone is aware of the obsessive crush Dana has on one of them.
She tells me he hardly ever comes into the bar, so she only gets to see him by going there to watch him fight. The longer we hang out, the more I like them. It’s rare to find a group of women so happy in each other’s company.
The conversation turns to my cousin. It’s something I’ve gotten used to over the years, but it’s different now. Colton is off-limits in a way they can never seduce him from.
“It’s such a shame,” Laurel sighs.
“There are plenty of good-looking guys to go after. He’s a priest,” Dana says, brushing her long red hair out of the way so it doesn’t go into her cocktail glass.
