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And this was no doubt the only thing they’d have a consensus on.
Unwrapping the Snickers, Shuli wondered whether he was going to wade into waters he had no business swimming in. Then he thought…fuck it.
“So you had a visitor for a while there, huh.” When there was no reply, Shuli paused with the chewing. “Listen, I’m not trying to tell you your business—”
“Great, so shut the hell up—”
“—but Bitty’s a female of worth.”
Brows crashed down over those pale green eyes, and for a moment, Shuli measured the distance to the exit—and wondered if he could outrun the guy. Probably.
Maybe.
Okay, fine, he was going to have to punch that surgical wound first and then pray to Lassiter that his velvet slippers had more tread on them than he remembered.
“I’m not in competition with you.” He put his palm forward. “So relax, tiger. I just—she’s not like Mharta. She’s not the type who’s going to ride one night and walk off the next.”
“I’mnothaving this conversation.”
“Yeah, we are. And I don’t care if you kick my ass. Some things need to be said—and I’m not the only one who’ll come after you if you behave like an ass. Nalla will fuck you up.”
Those brows got even lower. “How is she involved.”
Shuli laughed. “You don’t want to mess with that one. The apple does not fall far from the Z tree. I thought she was going to put a cap in the asses of my idiot buddies at Bathe. She will protect her friend, and although I don’t particularly care for you or about you, I feel duty bound to warn you about that.”
L.W. glanced back up to Homer and his donuts. “There’s nothing going on between me and Bitty.”
Yeah, right. “Okay, sure.”
“Don’t you have to go do your hair?”
“Yup.” Shuli got to his feet. “As always, it’s been soooo good talking to you. I can’t tell you howmuchI enjoy these little interludes—”
The door into the break room opened, and when they saw who it was, they both cursed under their breath: The great Blind King was the first to enter, his service dog at his side—and the entire Black Dagger Brotherhood was with him. One by one, the huge males filled the space, the whole training center, with the force of their presences.
“Man, if I’m getting permanently fired,” Shuli muttered, “do they all have to witness the pink slip?”
“If a vote’s required,” L.W. said with equal quiet, “I’m a yes.”
“Good, I’m glad you’re keeping me—”
“Fucking never. I’m a no.”
“So you don’t want to fire me. Great—”
“That’s not what I mean—fuckyou—”
“Fuckyou.”
When the King stopped, they quit the bickering and Shuli bowed low even though the male couldn’t see him—and he stayed down as he waited to be addressed: Sure, he was an asshole, but he had been raised right in theglymera.
He wasn’t a savage.
“My Lord,” he said.
“Stop staring at your loafers,” the King said with characteristicimpatience. Then those wraparounds shifted over to L.W.’s direction. “How you feeling, son.”
“Fine.”
