“I’m not here to see him. Not tonight.” She glares at me from behind her mask and my god, that is going to annoy the fuck out of me. “Can you take that off?”
“Yes, but I’m not going to.”
“Please?” I ask as I clench my jaw.
She is going to be a huge pain in my ass, I can already tell.
Sparrow looks at me a little skeptically, her brown eyes moving all over my face and just when I think she might agree to unmask for our conversation, she proves how big of a pain she’s going to really be. “Take off your patch.”
“What?”
“Your eye patch,” she says with a nod. “Take it off, and I’ll take off my mask.”
“Why?” Coming from literally anyone else, I’d probably lose my shit and cause some violence. I’m pissed, but not that pissed at her, and she should be grateful I’m struggling to stay mad at her.
Oh goody, another omega I can’t say no to.
She finally puts her gun away, tucking it into the top of her shorts, then crosses her arms against her chest. “Vulnerability, honey. Give me yours and I’ll give you mine. Even the playing field or the game is over before it starts.”
Will this omega drive me crazy until the day I die? Probably, but goddamn if it isn’t going to be a good time in between.
I can absolutely see why Nikolai fell for her.
Slowly, I raise my hands to show her what I’m doing, taking the edge of my patch between the thumb and index finger frommy left before I lift it over my head. I push my fingers back through my hair as I blink a few times, my bad eye struggling to adjust despite the low lighting then I hold the offending accessory out to her.
“Your turn,honey.”
With a brief nod, Row quickly snatches my patch then moves her fingers under hair and unties the back of her mask, removing it without a fight before loosely hooking both through her belt loop so the skeleton jaw and black leather is hanging off her hip.
Yeah, I knew she was a knockout.
Doesn’t matter to Niko, not really. Looks don’t mean anything to him until he has that emotional connection, so he fell for Row’s personality before he really saw how beautiful she is, and I understand how he did that based on two relatively hostile interactions.
But this female is gorgeous.
I bet she’s even prettier with her natural hair and eye color. Now that I can see her entire face, it’s obvious both of those are as fake as her name.
Which is why I rip that bandaid off, too. “I’m not going to keep calling you Sparrow.”
“Okay.”
“What should I call you?”
“Your Majesty is fine.” She arches a brow and crosses her arms again. “Madame Boss Omega? Mistress Who Has My Knot and Balls in a Vice? I could keep going but judging by the way the muscle in your jaw is ticking, I better leave it there for now.”
“How about we settle onBratand call it good?”
Row fights a grin as she shrugs. “Whatever you want to call me for now is fine because you’re?—”
“Going to have to earn your real name, right?” She nods. “Fine. I get it. I have a lot of work to do and you’re going to make sure I do it.” Another nod. “Glad we got that out of the way.”
“Would you like to explain why you’ve got me trapped in the coat room in a strip club, or would you rather wait for the girls to come in and find us first?” Sparrow relaxes a bit and tilts her head, her hair falling in soft waves to one shoulder, and I can’t help but focus on the way the strands move.
They look soft.
Soft and thick, and like it was recently cut.
“Who are you and Nikolai hiding from?”
