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When her bottom lip pokes out, I can't help but press my mouth to hers. I kiss her softly, not caring who sees. I'm done hiding my feelings. If Ridge finds out, I'll just have to deal with him the only way I can – fighting fire with fire.
Beck walks up to us. "We didn't get butthurt. Then again, we saw the two of you all cozy as fucking shit that night. We can't speak for Ridge, though. A little birdy said he's pissed."
I grit my teeth, not showing any other emotion. Two nights of all of us bailing pissed him off. Anything more than that will make him start asking questions. But as long as I have Bresin in my bed, I won’t fuck another bitch. No fucking way.
“So you have to go back to fucking the whores,” she says sadly, pulling away from me and walking over to Ireland, who is getting out of Maddox’s car.
As they walk into the restaurant, I smack the back of Beckett's head. He grunts out in displeasure, but I don't give a shit. He didn't need to say anything. "What the fuck was that for?"
"You couldn't just keep your mouth shut about Ridge?" I stare at him.
He shrugs. “She deserves the fucking truth. Isn’t that what you always say?”
I hit him with my shoulder as I walk by and make my way into the restaurant. I scan the room, seeing the girls sitting at a table in the back corner. Beck steps up beside me.
"She does, but not here. I can deal with her and her moody ass, but your shit comments don't need to happen. She already thinks I'll continue fucking everything with a pulse.”
Maddox laughs. I turn, ready to fucking deck him as we reach the table.
"Jagger."
Her voice makes me pause. I put my fist back down to my side. Fuck, I'm on edge. Every little thing they say about her only pisses me off, and I hate it.
"Already pussy-whipped," Beckett says under his breath, taking a seat next to Ireland. I sit on the other side of Bresin, and Maddox sits to my right at the round table.
An older Hispanic woman walks over to take our drink order. I just get a glass of water. I don't like drinking if I know I'll have someone else on my bike with me. I wouldn't put her life in danger like that.
I look over the menu, even though I could probably recite the damn thing with how many fucking times we’ve been here.
Staring at her out of the corner of my eye, I watch her whisper something to Ireland before they both giggle. Ireland looks at me. I raise an eyebrow in question, which just makes her giggle some more before looking back down at her menu.
As soon as the waitress comes back, my phone starts to ring. Sighing, I grab it out of my pocket and stare at the screen for a few seconds before standing and asking Bresin to order for me. As I make my way out of the restaurant, I scan the area before answering.
"What?" My tone is deadly. I don't care if it pisses off the person on the other end of the phone. We made a fucking deal, and it's already fucked up.
“I need more.”
I don’t know what pisses me off more. The fact that what I gave is already gone or that I got pulled away from lunch for this shit.
"I don't give a fuck. I gave you plenty. If you can't figure that shit out, I don't know what to tell you."
"Don't fucking test me, Bishop. I've noticed a new little toy hanging around lately. Don't fuck with me. Give me what I want and I'll leave the bitch alone."
Gritting my teeth, I try to calm myself down. I hear footsteps coming up behind me. When I look over my shoulder, I see Beckett walk out of the building. Everything good? he mouths. I shake my head as he continues to come closer.
“How much more?” I growl.
“One hundred and fifty-six.”
I almost choke. Is this fucker serious?
"One hundred and fifty-six," I repeat. Beckett's eyes meet mine and he frowns. "Don't know what you would possibly want with that much, but I'll wire it over. However, I’ll be wanting something in return."
He grunts out in agreement. As I disconnect the call, I wait for Beckett to say something.
“Fuck, man. I don’t think this is a good idea.”
I nod in agreement, but there is nothing I can do to stop it now. A few years back, we made a deal with the Draconic Crimson MC when we needed a little help getting rid of some evidence. If they wouldn’t have agreed, all four of us would be locked away in some fucking prison right now. All because of fucking Ridge and the shit he pulled.
"We don't really have a choice…unless we want them to sell us out. We already have enough to deal with between the new shit Ridge's doing and Dax."
He nods and slaps me on the back as we make our way back into the restaurant.
