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Dhal gracefully stood up and gave me a pitiful look, dusting her jeans off. “Look, Calista, you have nothing to be jealous of or worry––”
“He’s full of shit. I’m not jealous of you,” I scoffed. She fucking wished she could have that delightful honor. “And I’m not worried, either. It’s a matter of respect. You should get some before you become a casualty. You’re here because he thinks you can play midwife. You need to get your head out of your ass and stop pining for a man you can’t have.”
She swallowed but wisely kept her mouth shut. Pregnancy wouldn’t stop me from choking the shit out of her. I didn’t say the last part to be catty; she looked at my man like he hung the stars and moon. Sadly for her, I was the stars and moon, so she was shit out of luck.
Cobra made a cat fight sound, laughing when I flipped him off. “Come on, Dhal, let’s leave them to ‘talk’.” He winked at me on the last word.
By now, everyone knew how Romero and I handled our issues.
We argued, he sometimes degraded me, I called him a few derogatory names, and then we fucked like rabid rabbits and got on with our lives. Our love story was one of dysfunctional perfection.
I was stronger than all the men I knew, except for him. His cold, jaded eyes and Judas touch were my kryptonite, but that didn’t exclude him from pissing me the hell off.
“A private fucking conversation? Why are you still leaving me out of things? Goddamnit, you get on my nerves!”
“Who the fuck are you talking to?” He jerked me around and grabbed my jaw.
“Clearly you, asshole!” I pried his hand away, preparing to high-knee his balls into his stomach.
“Calista.” A deep voice spoke my name.
I whipped my head around and saw the man I’d barely glanced at. I had to blink twice.
He was Grimm’s double, minus the tattoos. Mirth danced in his brown eyes.
“I thought he was your father?”
“He is my father. And he just gave me our first solid lead. One of the bishops is staying at an Order owned cabin with his family. It’s secluded but easy to get to.”
I didn’t want to skip over the fact that this man was who got Romero and Grimm away from The Order, and it was obvious he wasn’t Romero’s real dad.
He and Grimm weren’t blood related, and there was no way this man hadn’t played a huge role in Grimm’s creation.
He said he had a lead though, and I was wired. I was ready to shed blood.
“Nice to meet you,” I lied. “So we’re leaving?” I asked Romero.
“Cali, chill out. You need food and sleep. Once we get on the road, there will be no stopping. We’ll leave before dawn so we can get to the cabin while the sun’s still up.”
He spoke with a finality that had my hackles rising. I wanted to go right then, but I knew arguing with him wouldn’t make that happen.
“Whatever, you have it all planned out, I’m sure.” I tried to pull away from him but he wouldn’t let go. Why did he feel the need to keep a lead from me? I didn’t understand; we were supposed to be working together.
“You don’t storm off because of your feelings. Don’t be a little fucking girl. Tell me what the issue is.”
“Rome, if you like your ability to piss standing up, you’ll let me go.”
“Goddamn, Cali. I can’t handle your emotional bullshit all the time. Go, run off. Get the fuck away from me. I need to talk to Brock.”
Cock sucking asshole.
He pointed like I was child and I proved his point by storming away.
I’d almost forgotten Bryce was playing body guard until he stepped out of a hiding spot and trailed after me with an amused smile on his face.
Grimm’s double let out a boisterous laugh and I heard him say, “Ah, son, you’re going to have your hands full with her.”
“I already fucking do,” Romero snapped, and it sounded like he punched the trailer.
