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"I-I…" I just stuttered. I never do that shit.
Vince's grin gets even wider.
There's a loud knock on the apartment door and we share a look that says, "What the fuck?"
Stomping over, Riggs yanks the door open. Issac Matthews and Dexter Clark stand in the doorway. I look around for Love until I realize she's likely still upstairs with Lyric.
"We need to have a chat," Dexter says, bouncing on his feet. He's always moving; the man never stands still. I don't know him well enough to know if he's just hyperactive by nature or what the deal is.
Riggs swipes a hand through the air and they swagger their way inside.
Dexter gives me a pat on the chest and winks as he passes. He does that shit all the time and only to me. The first few times I ignored it, but he's getting more brazen.
"We're moving into the penthouse Jaxon Stormer was staying in," Issac says, crossing his arms over his massive chest. He's actually wearing a shirt for once. So is Dexter. It's surprising, since I'm pretty sure their whole persona is shirtless rock star eye candy.
"From what we heard from the kid, we are, too. Unless you object?" Riggs asks, he seems strangely hopeful, almost like he knows he's too close to Love and is hoping they're here to shut this down.
"No objections," Dex says, spinning around me in a circle.
Is he checking me out right now? Oh yeah, he definitely is.
Issac chuckles darkly. "No issues, just need to clear up a few things."
"What's that?" Riggs asks, his posture rigid.
"You two have been watching Baby a lot lately," Dex says, smirking. "We totally get the appeal."
My jaw falls open.He's cutting right to the chase, isn't he?
"Love likes you both. That's the only reason I'm open to this little arrangement," Issac says, frowning over at me. "Hey Grandma, you can close your damn mouth."
Riggs snorts, glancing at me.
"I would really like to leave that nickname behind," I say, crossing my arms over my chest. "Leave it with Lyric."
"Is that your mantra?" Dexter asks, laughing.
I sigh. Grandma is apparently here to stay.
"As I was saying, you might be used to working for Kitten," Issac says. "But we're a lot deeper into that rock star lifestyle than she is. Are you going to chill and go with the flow? Or are wegoing to end up having problems? I think it's best we hash this out right now."
"I know McKinley isn't doing fucking drugs," Riggs says, and it's not a question. "You tworeallyplan to keep that shit up with a baby in the house?"
"That's not your business," Issac rumbles, jabbing a finger at Riggs. "I don't do anything anymore but smoke weed. Dexter is currently in the process of cleaning up his act."
Dexter's eyes get wide and he shakes his head no. Apparently there's some contention on that point.
"This is the shit I'm talking about." Issac shakes his head. His long hair bounces as he moves. His muscular arms bulge as he crosses them over his chest. He's a freaking beast of a man. "It's not your place to say shit or intervene unless it's a safety issue. You continually overstepped with Kitten," he says, looking at Riggs. "That's one thing. I'll admit, she probably needed that. We don't. Love is very capable of looking after herself."
"I'm a man and a fucking alpha," Riggs growls, puffing up. "I'm always going to look out for the women around me."
Dexter nods. "That's not a bad thing. Just, you know…" He pauses, smirking. "Don't freak the fuck out if you walk in and find an orgy in the living room." He swipes a hand through the air, laughing like a fiend.
"An orgy?" I ask, swallowing thickly. "There's only three of you."
"Fine, a threesome," Dexter says, shrugging. "We have simmered down quite a bit since the baby."
"Ignore the fucking. Is that all?" Riggs asks, looking annoyed.
