A laugh slips out. “You think he gives a shit about that? He grew up knowing he’d eventually spend time in jail. That doesn’t scare him.”
* * *
Walking into Drew’s apartment, I can’t help but run the entire conversation with Tate earlier in my head.
Drew’s propped up in bed, with the glow of the TV illuminating her.
“Ugh,” I grunt out before flopping onto the bed next to her.
“Bad day?”
“Weird fucking day.” I mumble back.
“How so?” she asks, turning all her attention toward me.
“Tate told me why she’s getting married.” Pauses for dramatics. “Cause she’s pregnant,” Drew gasps, “and her fiancé threatened her and Z if she leaves.”
“Does he know?”
“She said she didn’t tell him about the threat towards him, because she thought that would make him want to reiterate.”
“Does she not —”
Cutting her off, I shake my head. “I don’t think she realizes how long he’s been aware of the target on his back. He may not realize it’s been Darren, but it has.”
“This is gonna be bad,” Drew shakes her head.
“I know.”
“You still care about him, don’t you?” She asks me, stunning me for a moment.
“What?”
“You went to tell him about her. You’re concerned that he’s going to overreact...”
“We were inseparable for like 13 years.” I laugh, giving her a half-answer.
“Is that why you feel so guilty?” She laughs as she tosses her leg over my body, pushing up until she’s sitting with her bare legs in just her panties and an oversized shirt on top of me.
“Yeah.” Shrugging.
“I’m sorry.” She frowns as she braces her weight against my hips.
I can’t help but laugh out loud as I shake my head. “No, you’re not.”
“Of course I am.” She looks down at me with her best attempt at an innocent face.
Gripping the back of her neck and bringing her lips down to mine. Pressing them roughly together as her hips grind down against me.
“Now, the real question is, are you fucking me just as some sort of retaliation towards your brother?” my hands sliding up her thighs
“Would it change that I’m about to be on top of you naked?” Her lips graze my lips again.
“It would change things a bit.” Pulling back, looking at her, and tilting my head, suddenly needing to know the exact reasons I’m in her bed.
Searching my eyes for a moment, I watch the playfulness erase from her face before she shakes her head. “No.” Then, as quickly as it left, the mischievous look’s back across her face. “Although it is a good incentive.”
“Oh, yeah?” grabbing her thighs as I pull her up my torso.
