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“No.”
“No, he wasn’t,” Ashton and Parker said at the same time.
So focused on Remy, Laz hadn’t realized that they had moved closer, along with Ted, and were crowding them.
“I wasn’t threatening you. Just stating a fact.” Laz didn’t bother explaining what he’d do to him if he ever got word that he made a pass at Journey.
Instead, he said suggestively, “She’s got a wicked mouth and tongue.” An eerie calmness settled over him. “If you approach her the wrong way, she’ll definitely put you in your place. I’m not threatening you, but I suggest you tread lightly with my wife. Don’t take her beautiful face and slammin’ body for weakness. She’s abeastand will send you away with your tail between your legs.”
“Well, we’ll see.” Remy grinned.
“Okay, that’s enough,” Ted spat as Laz, with his fist balled and seeing red, took a step forward simultaneously.
Ashton, like a snake in the grass, moved quickly. He grabbed Laz’s good shoulder and turned him with force. Parker was behind Laz and nudged his back, both men effectively moving him away from Remy.
“We’ll catch you later, Ted,” Ashton said over his shoulder as they guided Laz the way they came. “Remy…it’s been real.”
“You should’ve let me punch the guy because I have a feeling before this is all said and done, it’s going to happen.”
“Not if we can help it,” Ashton said.
“You can let me go now,” Laz ground out and shook out of Ashton’s hold.
The moment they backed off, Laz removed his gloves and dug into his jacket pocket for the burner phone that Myles had slipped to him the night before.
“Who are you calling?” Parker asked as they walked up the alley back the way they came.
“Someone I should’ve called yesterday.”
Laz dialed a number he knew by heart. As the phone rang, he pulled a single cigarette and lighter from the inside pocket of his leather jacket and lit it. He had promised Journey that he would quit, and he had. Well, at least for the most part. It was only when he was stressed that he lit up.
He took a long drag from his cigarette, then tilted his head back and slowly released smoke into the cool air. A second puff, and he could already feel the tension rolling off of him.
The person finally answered, growling into the phone. “Who the hell is this? Do you know what fucking time it is?”
“C-Dogg, it’s Laz. I need your help.”
