“Can wenottalk about this.” I wasn’t comfortable talking about sex with anyone.
“Whatever you say, Babe, but just so you know….” He leaned over to playfully shoulder-bump me. “It’s okay to like it.”
Hold up…
“I never said anything about liking it.”
“Says the girl gawking out the window.”
I was not gawking. “It’s called observing thy enemy.”
And watching how his muscles moved with every step he took.
“Do you always drool when observing your enemy?”
“Okay, first of all….”
Preston reached over his shoulder to peel his shirt off, and I completely forgot what I was saying. The term washboard abs wasn’t good enough to describe the sight before me. Preston was so chiseled I wouldn’t be surprised if my hand got cut touching that tanned skin. Apparently, Tico agreed.
“Fuck me,” he growled. “I wouldn’t mind staring at that while sucking his cock.”
My eyes narrowed. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
Tico’s brow arched in response.
Stupid Preston, pushing me away. He changed his mind, my ass.
“I’m perfectly capable of sucking a dick.”
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
It never failed. Things were going great, but then some asshole came along and threw a wrench in my plans. My denial tactic was working perfectly. Not only had Marnie switched the conversation back to her inability to give a blow job, but she spent all night tossing and turning because
I didn’t lay a finger on her when I climbed into bed. She was on the verge of breaking. I should be with her at home chipping away at that crack, not wasting my time here.
My jaw clenched as I glared through my windshield at the ruins of Manning Keep. Why was I here? Because my secret admirer didn’t handle rejection well. Yesterday, I got another request to meet at Devil’s Peak and a second video. This time it was of my brother’s nanny being cut up. Meaning Ned didn’t shoot up Parker’s house. Mr. Ace of Spades did.
This morning, I was woken up by Nikolai.
An open hit had gone out on a network I was a part of, and the targets were every single member of The Order, including my nephew Weston and Marnie Dupire. There was a million-dollar target on everyone’s head. Prick even threw Chase’s club on the list. My guess was to keep the Lost Souls out of town. The pay for a member was only five grand, but it was enough to put a target on their backs. Needless to say, Snake wasn’t too happy, and I wasn’t sure if it was because of the extra hassle or the smaller payout.
So, I was forced to call an emergency meeting. Listening to Lou and the other Kings argue about shit they didn’t understand was not my idea of fun. Mr. Ace of Spades wanted my attention. Well, now he had it. Every second I had to spend away from Marnie would be an hour of torture for him.
A Corvette swerved around the corner and skidded to a stop, causing rocks to ping off my door. The driver’s green eyes twinkled as a smile spread across his face.
Fucking Mason. Who the hell gave him his license back?
He opened his door and stepped out. “Hey man, why are you still out here?”
“I’m plotting a murder.”
And avoiding the frustration waiting for me inside.
I knew exactly what was going to happen when I walked in there. Micha and Logan would be freaking out about their girls. Parker would be pacing back and forth while Lou yelled at everyone to shut up. Because god forbid the King of Kings didn’t have a handle on something. This wasn’t a business deal gone wrong or open warfare.
This situation was underhanded, sneaky espionage in which someone would have poison slipped into their drink or were shot from a mile away. Hitmen from around the world were about to converge on Ashen Springs, and no matter what Louis thought, he wouldn’t see them coming. The only hope they had was if they listened to me.
Mason slapped his hand down on the hood of my car. “Well, come on. You’re the one that called this shit, so let’s go inside, head honcho.”
