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“I’m going to shoot you if you don’t let me go,” I quietly warn. “Wouldn’t want the neighbors asking too many questions, now would we?”
I roll my eyes downward, drawing his attention between us… Where I have my gun resting against my thigh, aimed at his knee.
I wouldn’t permanently injure him, but I’m not above torturing him to get what I want.
And what I want is to change his mind, to make him see I need him, but I also need more.
Not because he isn’t enough.
I’m simply too selfish… too possessive to walk away, to leave him, to let anyone else have him when I know he’ll be mine.
“I didn’t see that on you,” he states, his brow knitting together.
“You would have,” I point out, flicking the safety off. “You stopped paying attention to the rest of my body when you stopped getting ass from me. That’s all you look at now.”
Lory releases me, sighing deeply as he backs away. “Did you really have to start this shit before we leave?”
“Depends on the outcome it’s had on you,” I snark. “But yes. Both of us being frustrated will make it more fun.”
“Fun. Right.” He scoffs as he readjusts himself none too discreetly, really putting on a show for me. “There’s nothing I want more than to storm into a drug den with a hard dick after you’ve threatened to shoot me.”
I lean against the kitchen counter as I tip my head in agreement. “Will it help if I tell you how wet I am?”
“I fucking hate you,” he whispers, chuckling as he hangs his head. “How do you have this much control over me?”
“I sacrificed a chicken with your grandmother when we were like twelve,” I tease, then sober. “You just can’t accept that it’s possible for me to love more than one person. One day, you’ll understand that the lines aren’t cut and dry like the borders of a country. They’re ever-shifting, like the sand on the shore.”
He begins to speak, but I wave the deep emotional talk away, getting us back to the topic at hand.
“To answer your earlier question…” I frown at him, just a sad tilt to the corner of my mouth. “No. There are some people I’m not willing to lose. Other than you and my parents, there’s Lou and Echo and Friday—”
“Friday as in Tempest or—”
“Both,” I state firmly. “The girls stay tucked away at the Flaming Cherry in Rose Bay. But if we go to war, I think my Tuesday-Friday will too. He won’t be far behind us, anyway. Estrada will become his problem sooner rather than later.”
“What does that mean, Jasper?” Lory presses, exasperated with me and tired of the bullshit in our lives.
I shake my head, unable to really answer him. “You don’t know where he comes from. And explaining that to you breaks my rules.”
“You mean the rules you broke with Saturday when he started talking about his job?” he challenges. “Doesn’t that fall under rule number three, no family affairs?”
“I guess it could,” I mutter, not enjoying him turning the tables.
He nods like I’ve given him all the answers and then some. “So Saturday is a cop?”
“No.”
“No?” Lory stares at me for a solid minute, his eyes narrowing with every second that ticks by. “Are you fucking the FBI?”
“No,” I repeat. “Technically, I’m only fucking one of them.”
“Holy shit. Who are the other two? Estrada’s advisor and the fucking Zombies President?”
I choke on my water and cough. This conversation needs to stop. Like… Right now.
“Are you serious?” he snarls. “Both of those are right?”
