I couldn't decide what pissed me off more. His statement or the fact that he was right. "Let's just get a move on."
Wes didn't budge. "Not until you tell me your plan."
Was he fucking serious right now? "My plan is to pick Mason up. I can do that with or without you."
I turned around and stomped off, but Wes' words stopped me before I could get in my vehicle. "Actually you can't. He's being released into my custody and only my custody. It was part of the deal I made."
Fuck Wes and his controlling tendencies. He was tying my hands, and I didn't like it one bit. "Is there a reason you're being such an asshole right now, or do you have a death wish?"
I never talked to Wes this way. I had no idea what came over me lately, but everything pissed me off.
For some insane reason, my attitude didn't bother Wes. He continued to lean against his vehicle without a care in the world for the daggers I was shooting his way. "I already told you. I'm saving you from yourself. You might hate me right now, but you'll thank me later."
I seriously doubted that.
"Now call your teammates and have them come meet you. I know you're going to want to take Mason back to your compound, and I'm fine with that, but I'm not leaving you alone with him."
"And here I thought you were going to demand to come with me," I snarked.
"I know better than that. If you haven't told me the location of your compound by now, you never will."
He was right. No one but the four of us knew where we lived. It was how we preferred it.
Taking Wes' advice, I shot off a group text to the team and told them where to meet me. None of them answered, but I didn't expect them to. They would show up for me just like I would for them.
"Let's get this over with."
"Leave your vehicle here. I'll bring you back to it."
I shot Wes a look that made most men quiver in their boots. "I don't appreciate all the demands."
"That's because you don't play well with others."
That was probably the most accurate statement. But I wasn't the only one. "And like you do?"
"I never said I did. But I'm not about to bite the hand that feeds me."
I hated that saying. Instead of answering, I stormed over to the passenger side of the SUV and climbed in. Wes had the nerve to chuckle as he climbed in after me. "You realize the only thing keeping you alive right now is the fact that I need you."
Wes turned his infamous dimple on me. "I know."
"Put that damn dimple away," I huffed. "Your charm doesn't work on me."
"Has anyone ever told you, you have a winning personality?"
I glared at him. "You would be the first."
"I'm shocked. I thought for sure you would've been crowned Miss Congeniality by now."
There was that damn smile again. Would it be wrong to smack it off his face?
Probably.
"How the fuck does your wife put up with your shit?" A few minutes with him and I was considering all the different ways to end his life. If I were forced to spend any length of time with Wes, he wouldn't be breathing.
"Orgasms. I give her lots and lots of orgasms. Plus she's a fan of my big cock. Some might even say she uses me for sex, and they wouldn't be wrong."
OH. MY. GOD. "I'm sorry I asked."
