Page 48 of Killer's Obsession
I flip him off. “Fuck you.”
He just laughs, circling the table to line up his next shot. “Seriously, though, I’m happy for you.”
I nod, taking a sip of my whiskey. “Yeah.”
Reign makes another shot, then misses. He straightens, his expression growing serious as he moves closer, lowering his voice. “You tell her you claimed her yet?”
I shake my head. “Working up to it.”
Reign winces. “Man, you need to tell her. Soon. Before someone else does.”
“I know.” I grip my pool cue tighter. I’ve already thought about that. “I just... I don’t want to set back all the progress she’s made.”
Reign’s eyes soften with understanding. “I get it, brother. But the longer you wait, the worse it’s gonna be when she finds out. And make no mistake about it. You can’t hide something that big. With all these jibber jabbering fuckers, someone’s bound to let it slip.”
“Yeah.” I take my shot, sinking another stripe. “I’m going to tell her. Soon.”
“Your funeral.” Reign shrugs, then his gaze shifts over my shoulder, his brow furrowing.
Before I can ask what’s wrong, there’s a crash from across the room. I whip around to see Dread throw a chair against the wall before storming out the front door.
“The fuck crawled up his ass?” I ask, eyes wide.
Reign’s expression is grim. “Sarah’s dating someone.”
“Damn,” I mutter, running a hand over my faux hawk. “He’s still hung up on her, huh?”
Reign nods, his eyes on the door that Dread just disappeared through. “Majorly.”
I shake my head. That situation was fucked from the start. Everyone’s been telling him for months that he needs to make a move or risk getting friend-zoned. Sarah’s a good girl, butshe’s been through the wringer. Her ex, Chris, turned out to be a fucking psycho who tried to kill Rage’s old lady. Motherfucker was convinced he had something with Mac, even though Sarah was his old lady.
And Dread? He’s been at her beck and call since he helped her move into a new place. But he never made a move, always saying she needed time.
Looks like his time ran out.
“Who’s she seeing?” I ask, taking my next shot.
“Some lawyer she met.” Reign shrugs.
Ouch. No wonder Dread lost it.
I glance across the room where Memphis is now chatting with Bambi and Jade. “Should someone go after him?”
Reign shakes his head. “Nah. Let him cool off. You know how he gets.”
I do know. Dread’s quiet most of the time, but when he blows, it’s like a fucking volcano. Better to let him work it out on his own.
Reign and I finish our game, and I’m just racking for another when Memphis appears at my side.
“Mind if I play?” she asks, a hint of mischief in her eyes.
I raise an eyebrow. “You play pool?”
“I’ve played before,” she admits with a sly smile. I lift a brow. Why do I feel like I’m about to get hustled?
Reign laughs and hands her his cue. “I’m out. Good luck, Killer.”
As he walks away, Memphis picks up the chalk and wiggles it over the tip of her cue like a pro. “Want to make this interesting?”
