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“So what’s next?” I ask.
“Try again later, just like I will with Luciana,” he states. I’m not the only one who’s had unsuccessful attempts at reaching out today. His call to Luciana also went unanswered.
“And what the fuck are we meant to do in the meantime?”
I sit there waiting like a little bitch as he makes some more calls, leaving them all on speaker so I’m party to every bit of information he is.
I can’t help but feel like he’s testing me. Testing my loyalty. He doesn’t need to though. Sure, there might have been plenty of times in the past I’ve thought about selling him out so that I could watch his epic fall from grace right alongside his father. But now, while he’s working on giving Alana everything she’s dreamed of, I can’t find it in me to do it.
Sure, we might never see eye to eye enough to be friends, but he’s offering me an olive branch right now, fuck knows why, but I’ll take it.
I’m more than aware that JD should be the one sitting here right now, getting firsthand information from Griff, his uncle, and Ellis, Reid’s little brother. But for some reason, he’s not, and I am. Although, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little jealous about the fact that he’s keeping my wife company while I’m sitting in here with this irritating asshole.
“What are we doing here?” I ask when he hangs up on his next call.
He studies me. “Planning to take over Harrow Creek one corrupt asshole at a time. What do you think we’re doing?” His expressionless eyes hold mine.
“I meant me and you. Why am I sitting here right now listening to all of this?”
Pressing his palms to the top of his obnoxiously huge desk, he glares at me.
“Don’t make me think too hard about it or I might remember all the reasons I don’t trust you.”
“Give me one solid reason why you don’t.”
He continues to glare at me, his nostrils flaring. But just like I suspect, he can’t come up with anything. Because there is nothing. Just like my reasons for hating him, they’re superficial, and over the past week, I think we’ve both discovered that our opinions and hatred of each other might have been nothing more than bullshit childhood rivalry.
“Didn’t think so,” I mutter, sitting back in my chair, refusing to cower.
His lips part, ready to growl something back at me, no doubt, when a high-pitched scream rips through the air. My blood instantly turns to ice and I’m on my feet and running to the door before my brain has caught up with my body.
“The fuck was that?” Reid asks darkly behind me as I rip the door open and race out.
Acting on instinct, I reach behind me for my gun but quickly remember the jerk behind me stole it not long before his own bullet collided with my shoulder.
“You got a gun?” I ask when Alana shrieks again.
“Fuck off, man.” Reid grunts as he shoves me forward, forcing me to run faster.
But as we race through the living room and spill out into the yard, we soon discover there was no reason to panic.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Reid barks as Alana and JD splash around in his pool
“Swimming, what the fuck does it look like?” JD calls back, his eyes dropping to where Reid’s gun is hanging loosely at his side. “We got trouble, man?” he asks.
“We heard screaming.”
“Yeah, I threw Dove in the pool.”
“So we see,” I mutter, watching as she swims closer to the steps and emerges.
I swear to God, it happens in slow motion like some fucking James Bond film. Only, she’s about a million times hotter.
The light gray tank she’s wearing clings to every inch of her insane body, and as the light breeze rushes over her wet skin, goose bumps erupt, and her nipples harden.
“Jesus.” Reid grunts beside me as he tucks his gun away.
“Are you perving over my wife?” I ask as she closes the space between us.
