“Dominic’s House of Cards, you stack ‘em, and we’ll rack ‘em.”
That didn’t even make sense. What did a house of cards have to do with stacking and racking? You know what, I didn’t want to know. “Ava, it’s your brother.”
“I know,” Ava sang. “Your name popped up on my phone with a picture of Tenderheart.”
“You have Tenderheart for my picture?”
“Yes, because you’re kind and loving and like to give hugs.”
Who did she grow up with? “It’s Preston, Ava, not Parker.”
“Pfft,” she snorted. “I know. Parker is Grumpy Bear.”
Pretty sure she got those two mixed up.
“Listen, Ava. Something’s happened, and I need you to get somewhere safe.”
She wasn’t on the list, but she could still be used to get to one of us. Since Nikolai’s men and Snake flat out refused to look after her, warning her was my only option. Can’t say I blamed Snake or the others. The last time I asked someone to look after her, he lost a testicle while she went fishing in the ocean with a paddle boat.
It was quiet for a second before she whispered, “Did the bushes start attacking again?”
“Sure.” Let’s go with that. “The bushes are attacking.”
“I knew this was going to happen.”
I heard some rustling from the other end. She was probably packing a bag.
“Don’t worry, Pressy. I got this. Dragons burn bushes.”
And just like that, she was gone, leaving me to wonder who or what my sister considered a dragon. I just hoped she didn’t burn Miami down to the ground.
* * *
Goingfor a drive didn’t help my Bird’s mood any. Since we’d left the house, she hadn’t stopped snorting out huffs or shooting me dirty looks. However, I was thoroughly enjoying our outing. Watching the storm brewing in her pretty little head was my new favorite hobby. But the best part was knowing that some part of her was mad that I hadn’t given her any attention.
“Something wrong, Little Bird? You seem a tad frustrated.”
When her eyes snapped my way, I would’ve happily suffocated in the fire blazing within those beautiful aqua depths.
“I’m fine.”
‘Fine’ was girl-code for, ‘I want to rip your balls off.’ Hence she was not fine, which ironically was fine with me. Teetering on the edge of a complete breakdown was precisely where I wanted her. Emotions tended to override logic, making someone act impulsively instead of thinking things through. When you did that to someone like Marnie, who wasn’t used to acting impulsively, all kinds of things came out.
Last night, I caught her spouting off things about her father, like when and how she got some of her scars and the lessons he taught her. This morning, Marnie tried to seduce me. Not well, but she still tried because I told her I didn’t think she could suck a dick. Now, she had something to prove.
I wasn’t lying when I said that. She was inexperienced, but it didn’t matter. All she’d have to do was look up at me while her lips were wrapped around my cock, and I’d blow my load down her throat, which was precisely why I kept poking at her. That image needed to become a reality, but I wanted her to beg for it.
“You sure, Little Bird? ‘Cause, you seem a little pent up?”
“You’re the one that’s pent up.” She was trying really hard not to look at my dick. “Got blue balls yet?”
If blue balls meant being hard for two days straight, then yes. My cock was aching to sink inside her, but that was what hands were for and why she smelled like me when she woke up.
Marnie huffed and yanked on the chain, attaching her to the door. “Why did you bring me with you if you’re going to keep me handcuffed to the car?”
“I could put you in the truck if you prefer?”
I could fuck her in there. It would be a tight fit, but we’d get it done.
