Page 46 of Into the Blue
My knife is out and my men are close behind me. The blade is exposed, even as my hand remains at my side. “Is that a threat?”
“Not me. Never me. But you know, I worked with the Fayes on many occasions. Knew those guys. They can’t be happy about the ties being cut.”
I nod once and my men are at Colton’s sides. “You think for one second, that I give two fucks about what you or any of them think about the decisions I made for this family?”
“No, but—”
“No, period.” My knife is poised right under his ribs. He wears no protection under his uniform, and that was a mistake on his part. One to add to a long list of them, I’m sure. “End of the sentence and the discussion. You sympathize with a Faye more than the Duponts losing product, such as yourself?”
Quickly, his head moves side to side before he rushes out, “Christmas, I’ll get everything exactly where it should be.”
“You will, I’ll make sure of it.” A final nod to my men and they escort Colton out of my sight.
“Hello?”
I look down at my phone to make sure I called the right number. Three diamond emojis tell me that I did call the right person. Putting the phone back to my ear I say, “Damn. Didn’t save my number?”
“Don’t take it personal. I don’t save anyone’s number.” Her sharp tone is a welcome one. I was hoping that she wouldn’t be upset when I was gone. Leaving her in the house by herself with strict directives to my men to not let her go anywhere without me, would be irritating to anyone. But she hasn’t complained about it. Just her usual little attitude.
“Oh.” I lie back on the pillows. “I’m just anybody?”
The smile in her voice is evident. That makes me feel less irritated about not being there with her right now. I didn’t feel suffocated or crowded like I thought I might with a woman staying with me. Can’t even lie and say that it was a temporary thing when I moved all her shit in.What little it was.
I have no plans at all to move any of it out.
Or to let her leave.
At some point she’ll be healed enough to get back to Off Topz.
Am I going to be able to be okay with her at risk in my club again?
The number of bodies I’m accumulating on her behalf is bound to grow when she does. I need to find a better way to deal with all this. Because if anyone even thinks of hurting her again, I’m past the point of talking it out.
“If I had a list, you’d be somewhere near the top of it.”
“Yea?” I question and she makes a noise of agreement on the line. “What number?” I light the blunt I rolled earlier and start blowing it out the window while I wait for whatever she’ll say next.
There’s silence for a bit then, “Four.”
Despite the shitty rating, I laugh. No one would be so brazen with me. I’ve never met a woman who was—outside of Steph and to me, she barely counts. “What would change that?”
Even on the phone, her voice is sultry, wrapping around me like an embrace. “I don’t know. You have a habit of leaving me high and dry when I wanna get off…”
I run a hand through my locs. “Fuck, that’s my bad.” I never apologize for business decisions.I never had to.It was not something that ever came up. Racquelle is making me see things completely different. I had fuckedup in leaving without telling her.Even more because I said I’d finish her later.“Let me make it up to you.”
“Mmmh,” there’s rustling on the other side of this conversation and I wonder if she’s in my bed. I had been sleeping in the guest room before I left. I didn’t want to hurt her somehow while I was sleeping. That would be changing as soon as I got back in town though. “How are you gonna make it up to me?”
I guess it’s the obsession playing up, making my dick hard as fuck just listening to her talk on the phone. “What you got on?”
“The sheets.”
“My sheets?” I bite my lip at the image. Diamond’s body is a work of fucking art. Like I made this woman in my dreams and she just appeared. Curvy in all the ways I like, a coke-bottle brown skin lil' thing. She's soft everywhere I like and she knows how to drive me crazy off those curves. I really fucking hate that I’m here right now. “And what else?” I ask, taking my last hit from the blunt before putting it out on the window sill.
“Nothing.”
“Fuuuck,” Running a hand over my face, I know I’m in for it. “Didn’t know I was callin’ for a good time.”
“It’s me,” she purrs. “You called for a great time.”
