Page 98 of Prince Charming

“My Gia said I can’t bury you in the mountains, but I can make it look like an accident, Prince Charming.”

Tag burst out laughing at Hawk’s monosyllabic tone. The bastard meant it too. Gotta love the VP. It was better to have him on side, that was for damn sure.

“Thank god for Gia.” Tag teased, only to watch the darkness seep into Hawk’s peepers. Such a possessive bastard.

But then, wasn’t Tag the same way over Marianna?

Even now he had itchy fingers to yank her close and bite her on the neck.

He worked his hands into the back pockets of his jeans to stop the jittering.

“Dix is out.” Hawk announced.

Surprise caught Tag. “When?”

“Snake brought him in this morning. It was his choice. Handed his prospect vest back with a thanks, but nah.”

What a waste. “Did he get banned?”

“Nah. Rider said he’s welcome as a hangaround.”

“Shame to lose him.” Tag remarked, “but he’s been fucking up for a while. Guess he decided he couldn’t cut it.”

Hawk shrugged unbothered, “easy come, easy go.”

Tag laughed, the VP was all about the emotion.Not.

They parted and Tag headed down to the gym. He needed to work out some of his aggression before he went to his place.

Three sparring partners later, sweat running down his face, he was still trying to reach peace.

One more round, he decided.

“You next, prospect.” He pointed, bouncing on his toes.

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Marianna thought evading Tag would help clear her thoughts.

But it didn’t.

Not at all.

She craved him like a teen girl worshipped a popstar.

For two days he prowled around her—silent as a ghost, like he was marking his territory.

She’d pissed him off by leaving.

Two days of awkward smiles before she scuttled off to work on invoices and gym upkeep.

Marianna still made sure he got his lunch and vitamin water.

Two days of Tag’s scent following her wherever she went.

It was pretty apparent she had no will of her own when he was around.

Craving his nearness and his calming influence.

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