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“Queenie,” I said remembering what Truck told me.
“Yeah…Truck told you about her?” King asked, shock evident in his voice.
“He did. Just briefly though. He told me I reminded him of her.”
“You definitely have the spunk. Your mouth might be worse though.” Was that a smile I saw tugging on his full lips? It was contagious.
“So is that what happens when someone goes against you? Isn’t that a bit…over the top? You don’t want a bunch of yes-men around you.”
“I don’t, but after we vote on something and you’re overruled, you drop it and go along with your brothers or at least shut the fuck up about it,” he grumbled. “Sumo likes to act like he runs the Kings and I’m tired of that shit. It’s like he forgets I started this. Like he doesn’t know who the fuck I am. I let him run unchecked with everyone else because he’s good at enforcing laws but when it comes to going against me andmychoices for the Kings? Nah. That shit don’t fly.”
“He wants to be you,” I said quietly, looking out at the HOLLYWOOD sign in the distance. Wind whipped my hair back in long, black tendrils.
“He just needs some guidance and he needs to learn how to accept changes. You’re a change and he doesn’t like it.”
“Mmm,” I grunted. I had a few choice words to say about Sumo but I realized quickly that King wasn’t going to listen to me when it came to his brother. I knew the feeling. Nobody could tell me shit about Jay.
“I’ll work through it,” King said.
“I’m always here to listen if you need to vent.” I had no idea where the offer came from but I meant it. If King was going to be my brother in Legion of Kings, I had to offer him my ear.
“Thank you,” he said, tossing an arm around my shoulders. “That’s not what I wanted to talk to you about though.”
“Oh? What is it?” Curiosity dripped from my words.
“You said we were sloppy when we robbed your bank. How can we tighten up?” He had to fight through his words like asking me for advice was the worst thing in the world. I laughed a little and looked up at him, enjoying how close we were.
Not sexually even though his sex was fucking fantastic. But I enjoyed how it felt to share physical closeness without wanting to crawl out of my skin or wondering if I could trust him. Something solid settled inside of me and I felt…calm.
It was the weed. Had to be.
“Y'all are an entire gang of men and nobody ever thought to get in good with the tellers? Especially the younger ones. You know how easy it is to fuck one of them?”
“So you’re saying use the tellers to get inside info,” King remarked, stroking his chin. The gold K ring on his pinky glinted.
“Exactly. Shit, send Pretty Boy in there to finesse them. Even if you just get inside enough to get behind the counter and get a good look at the button layout. Take pictures and map it out because the only reason you got away with the hit at Express One was because there was only me and Mrs. Coventry and I didn’t snitch. Captain Marsh already has your name big as fuck on a smartboard while he tries to collect clues. You’re closer than you think to being caught up, King.”
“How the fuck do you know the captain? I saw you having lunch with him.” Another quick jaw tick. “I left that part out when I was talking to the boys because they would have crucified your ass.”
“Don’t worry about how I know him,” I snapped, pulling away from his warm body.
“Are you fucking him?” King’s long legs ate up the space I put between us.
“What? You’re out of pocket,” I sighed, pushing fingers through my hair.
“Are you fucking Captain Marsh, Jupiter?” He pressed his forehead to mine and forced me to look into his wild eyes.
“Why do you care?”
“Because I need to know every person you hang around…and fuck.”
“No you don’t. Youwantto know and it’s driving you crazy that I won’t tell you.”
“You’re driving me fucking crazy period. You. By yourself.” His nostrils flared right before he dug his fingertips into my jawline and held my face in place. He stole the kiss from me. His lips were controlling, dominating…fire.
My arms locked around his neck and I deepened the hot, needy kiss. I bit his lip and he growled pressing into me harder, nipping at my tongue. “We’re not doing this shit again, Ju.”
“Then stop kissing me and making my pussy wet,” I countered, sharing a single breath with King.
