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“Tell me something,” Onyx said, as we headed up the long hall that would take us back into the bar side by side, neither of us wanting to be ahead of the other.
“Youdon’thave to talk to me, actually,” I replied.
He stopped walking, so of course I did too. “Do you make everybody get naked to get their ink or was that some type of special treatment just for me?”he asked, like I hadn’t said what I did about not talking to me.
I rolled my eyes. “Why are you complaining? You got to keep your boxers on,” I reminded him, annoyed by the smirk that had already spread across his handsome face.
The answer to his question though, was no. Most people didn’t have to strip down as much as I’d required of him. Becausemostpeople didn’t have tattoos that looked like the shit killers would have.
“Did you get paid for what you did?” I asked, baiting him. I gestured toward his arm with the thorn tattoo, even though it was currently covered by his sleeve.
His eyebrows knit together. “That ain’t got shit to do with you, sweetheart.”
“Actually, it’s got everything to do with me if you’re going to be hanging around here. And what did I say about thatsweetheartshit?”
“My bad,Tatiana.” He smirked, stepping into my personal space. “You were so much nicer to me when you were recruiting me, even though I’d whooped your members’ asses. What did I do wrong?”
“Wrong? Nothing.” I put a hand to his chest, making sure he didn’t step any closer. “Butthis…” I used the other hand to point to the fresh ink on his neck. “Means closer scrutiny. And those thorns you don’t want to talk about? Just make me even more suspicious.”
“They shouldn’t.”
I scoffed. “Try that shit on someone else.”
“What makes you so sure I’mtrying something?” he asked as he moved his face down to mine, oblivious to my attempt to keep some distance between us.
He smelled good, intoxicating, even. The body, the facial hair, the locs, the tats—visually, he was gorgeous. And those deep, damn near black eyes of his were like looking into the abyss.
All that taken together?
It would make a weaker woman melt.
Even more reason not to trust him.
I pushed out a sigh through my nose, trying to expel his damn scent. “Back the fuck up off me.”
His gaze narrowed; corners of his mouth curled up. “Or what?”
I had my gun unholstered, the barrel tucked under his chin before any verbal response came to mind. I was already sick of the slow smirks with him, and this one was no different.
No.
Actually, it was worse.
It wasmocking.
Because he didn’t believe I would pull the trigger.
He pulled his soft bottom lip into his mouth, digging in for a second. “I don’t like having guns pointed at me,” he said, raising a thick eyebrow.
“AndIdon’t like niggas in my face uninvited,” I countered. “I think if we put our minds to it, we can help each other out.”
With impish amusement still knit into his features, Onyx raised his hands, taking a step back.
“Tati… is there a problem here?”
No hesitation, I turned my weapon toward the source of the sound, looking down the barrel to find Kev standing nearby, a hand at his back, no doubt reaching for his own weapon.
I looked back to Onyx as I dropped my arm, re-holstering my gun. “Isthere a problem?”
