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“Yeah, she does.” The leather bracelet on my arm with the words My Fairy Tale was never coming off.
“Good. Then, we don’t have to worry about any more AJ shit.”
I glared at him. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
He shrugged. “She loves you, then she’s not going to do anything to help AJ out.”
I was so fucking over the AJ thing. Dammit, they had let him live. They’d decided he wasn’t the one at fault—or at least that he didn’t deserve to die. What was their issue?
“AJ has no contact with her. But he’s not done anything to cause a problem since he left.”
Gage took a drink from the whiskey in his glass. “We hope.”
The hair on my neck stood up from the way he cut his eyes at me. “What does that mean?”
I did not need AJ doing something stupid. I couldn’t let them kill Haisley’s brother.
“It means boss has his first official meeting with us this evening. The office at his house. Seems some shit went down in Orlando last night. It affects us.”
My hands fisted at my sides. Motherfucker. I looked back out at Haisley, and she had successfully taught the other two the dance. They were doing it in unison.
I was not going to lose her. I couldn’t. Why couldn’t her fucking brother lie low?
Blaise had become the boss today. When Garrett had woken up, he’d handed over the reins. He was semi-retired though. Not completely. He just wanted more time with his new wife.
Blaise wasn’t going to give AJ a second chance. He would need to make sure his ruthlessness wasn’t questioned. If I was forced to be a part of killing AJ, how could I look Haisley in the eyes?
Goddammit!
“Don’t go breaking shit yet,” Gage said. “We don’t have all the facts.”
“I can’t kill her brother,” I said through clenched teeth.
Gage sighed. “Oh, but you can. That’s part of who you are. Who we are. And something the women we love have to accept.” He slapped me on the back. “Eventually, you’ll get to kill a fucker for her, and it’ll be sweet as fuck. You saw Trev slice that bastard to pieces. He enjoyed the hell out of it.”
Haisley’s eyes met mine, and she paused, studying me. Fuck, I had to get control over my emotions. I shut down so she didn’t see what I was dealing with internally. Gypsi said something to her, and she nodded, then smiled before turning back to walk toward me.
“It’s fucked up, isn’t it? For most people, the person who owns their soul is the one they tell everything to, don’t have to pretend in front of. For us, we have to keep our dark shit in a box deep inside with a lock on it. You’ll get used to it,” Gage said, then left me before Haisley got there.
She touched my arm as she stared up at me. “Is everything okay?” she asked.
I leaned down and pressed a kiss to her lips. “Yeah. Just work shit,” I told her, sliding a hand around her waist. “How much longer do you want to stay?”
She glanced around, then back at me. “Whenever you want to go is fine.”
I nodded my head toward the dance floor. “You look like you’re having fun. I didn’t know you had moves like that.”
A sexy smile curled her lips. “I’ve got some I can show you when we get home.”
My cock twitched in my pants. “Is that so?”
She nodded. “Ever had a lap dance?” Then, a frown puckered her brow. “No, don’t answer that.”
I squeezed her waist. I’d had a lap dance, but I was not telling her about it. “Baby, are you offering one?”
She blushed prettily. “Yes.”
“I’m ready to go now,” I said, taking her hand to leave.
She laughed and fell into step beside me. “Is it okay if we go?”
I glanced down at her. “Fuck yeah, it’s okay. If any of the guys say something about it, I’ll tell them you offered me a lap dance. They’ll understand. Trust me.”
We only had to stop fifteen goddamn times on our way out. Every fucker I knew had to talk to us. Couldn’t they tell I was trying to leave? When we finally got to the valet and they pulled my truck around, I was ready to put my fist in the face of the next person who delayed us. My mind kept playing images of Haisley naked, moving her body over me as I sat there.
For now, AJ was forgotten.
Gage opened the door to Blaise’s office, and I followed him inside. We hadn’t met in here before—or at least, I hadn’t.
Levi sat in a brown leather chair with his ankle propped on his knee, looking at some papers in his lap with a scowl.
Huck was leaning against the desk with a cigar between his teeth while Kye and Trev were arguing about something over on the deep burgundy leather sofa. Everyone lifted their eyes when we walked in, and Gage saluted them.
