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My dick of a dick immediately reacted to her long, bare legs; to the tiny thong that covered the minuscule trianglebetween her legs; and to the white T-shirt rolled up and tied in a tight knot between her breasts. Her sparse outfit showed off her toned, bare middle. The thin jersey stretched taut around her luscious breasts and showcased her dark nipples, peeking through the flimsy fabric like a pair of owl eyes.
Guzman and Bozeman gaped. They couldn’t keep their damn mouths closed. I had an impulse to pound them to dust, but I had other, more pressing matters, including my rebel of a dick, the outrage twisting Cece’s face, and the deadly daggers she shot at Guzman. In her eyes, blue fire flared hot enough to burn the catamaran, the island, the world.
Oh, shit.
Chapter Twenty-six
Cece
“Did you just call my sister a red witch?” I sank my nails into my palms, sensing the heat flushing my ears and fighting to prevent my head from igniting. “Did you just callmea witch?”
“No, ma’am.” The man jumped to his feet, his back straight as he faced me at attention.
“You’re lying.” I pointed an accusatory finger at his strapping chest. “I heard it with my own ears.”
“How long have you been listening?” Kai asked, seemingly relaxed in his chair.
“Long enough to pick out the asshole of the bunch.” I glared at all three men.
In truth, after I dressed up for my plan and got in bed, exhaustion had gotten the best of me. Grumbling about Kai taking his sweet time to join me, I fell asleep while waiting for him. Much later, I’d woken up from a sexy dream to the drone of male voices drifting from above. When the skid of a chair dragging on wood confirmed my suspicions that a meeting was taking place on deck without me, I’d gotten out of bed and sneaked up the stairs.
Huddling behind the kitchen counter, I’d been able to catch the tail end of the men’s absurd conversation. Kai didn’t want to introduce me to his friends. Otherwise, he would’ve invited me to join them. Also, he’d denied he had feelings for me. Not that I blamed him. I recognized I was feral. I understood he wanted to keep me out of sight. But once the discussion turned to my sisters, all bets were off. The dickhead standing before me had no business insulting my sisters.
“Javier Guzman, meet Cece Astor.” Kai made the introduction with a casual wave of his hand, then he let out a pained sigh. “Goof, you got your wish. Just in case you haven’t noticed; your big mouth? It fucked you over.”
“My apologies, ma’am,” Javier said, unable to take his eyes off me. “I didn’t mean the witching thing like that, ma’am.”
I whipped my chin up in the air. “Like what?”
“Like a bad thing, ma’am.”
He was a handsome guy, and he had a pleasant voice, but he would not trick me. I was my family’s guardian, and I knew a silver-tongued player when I saw one. The rogue eyed me carefully, assessing me with a pair of big brown eyes. I might’ve spotted a plea for forbearance in his puppy-eyed gaze, but I had no intention of giving the jackass a break.
It had been my lifelong job to keep my sisters safe, to get rid of the many assholes who’d pretended to like us only to get their filthy hands on Father’s money. This is what I had to do now with Javier, push him to his limits, force him to lose his shit and do his worst, unmask any lies he could be hiding about his true intentions, so that I could rip the opportunistic leech out of my baby sister’s life as fast as possible.
Kai reached for a towel and got up.
“Stay where you are,” I snapped. “You may not want me at this meeting, but I’m here.”
“I didn’t—”
“I’ll deal with you later,” I bit out, then turned to Guzman. “I heard you say something about wanting to meet your newest sister-in-law. A little pretentious, don’t you think? Hasty? Premature like your ejaculations?”
“No, ma’am—I mean—” He stopped mid-sentence and grimaced at Kai, as if asking for help.
Kai lifted his hands in the air. “I told you to stop goofing around.”
“This might not be the best time for this conversation,” the black giant sitting at the table grumbled as if repressed thunder lived in his chest. “We should take our leave.”
“Excellent idea,” Kai agreed.
“Who’s Mount Massive?” I demanded, keeping my glower on Javier but knocking my head toward the third man.
“My name is Micah Bozeman, ma’am,” the man rumbled politely. “I’m Tracker Team’s second in command.”
“Not a fact I’d advertise if I were you,” I muttered ungraciously. “It takes an idiot to hire another idiot.”
Micah shut his mouth and went silent. He’d said nothing offensive while I was snooping, and he probably didn’t deserve to be insulted without reason, but my temper was ablaze. I didn’t care if I came across as an unlikable bitch. Missy’s wellbeing was at stake.
