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So, I pulled the proverbial pin on the grenade and let it blow.
“Oh, we’re more than just friends, sweetie,” I said, jerking my thumb at Blackbeard. “I’m his wife. He signed the marriage certificate this morning before the crack of dawn. I guess that makes me practically your sister-in-law.”
Crash’s chest heaved with fury. Finally, Blackbeard flicked an annoyed glance in my direction. He pressed his lips into a thin line and growled at me.
“We were hoping to break the news to him gently.”
I shrugged.
“Better to rip off the band-aid in my opinion. Get it over with.”
Crash lunged across the table, reaching for me. Kingpin caught him with an arm across the chest like an iron band, hauling him back to a safe distance.
Blackbeard stiffened beside me, his body poised to spring into action. I sipped my coffee, studying the rigid lines of his shoulders, the flex of muscles in his tanned forearms as he gradually eased back into his chair.
God, he was sexy. My body burned with the memory of those first few minutes in his home, pinned against the wall, stuffed so gloriously full of his delicious cock.
Maybe if I kept riling him up, he would give in and agree to a down-and-dirty quickie in the bathroom. Or the alley behind the clubhouse. I wasn’t picky.
“You can’t lay a finger on her, kid,” Kingpin said. “If you do that, you’ll bring the Forsaken down on our heads. We made an agreement. Can’t break it without putting all of us at risk.”
Crash huffed and wrenched himself out of Kingpin’s grip. He glared at me.
“I don’t trust her.”
“None of us do,” Blackbeard replied evenly.
I pouted and nudged his boot with my foot.
“Not even you, my darling husband?”
He slid a sideways glance at me.
“You know what they say—keep your friends close and your enemies closer.”
I smirked and dipped my chin, gazing at him through my lashes.
“In that case, you keep your enemiesveryclose.”
Crash made a noise of disgust and turned away.
“I don’tfuckingbelieve this.”
“Watch your attitude, kid,” Kingpin called after him. “You’re still a Prospect, and she’s still your brother’s Old Lady. I didn’t say you had to like it, but you do have to be civil about it.”
Crash flipped him off and stomped right out the door.
“Well, that was a warm welcome,” I muttered into my cup.
Blackbeard grabbed my chair and slid me closer, until our knees bumped together. I raised my eyebrows as he leaned in, inches away from my face.
“You showed up here on purpose, to stir up shit and cause trouble.”
I hummed with a sly look.
“What did you expect? You left your brand new wife at home, alone, neglected and ignored. I got bored and I wanted attention.”
The door opened again, and I half expected Crash to come marching in, ready to finish what he started.
