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He expects all of his charges to be good subordinates. I learned long ago that I do not take things from him, I have to wait for it to be freely given—like an offering.
“Perfect,” he mumbles, placing it in my hand which immediately folds over it. “I’ll be back once I have her place secure and her equipment ordered. During your next show, make sure she’s part of it. I want your clientele to see we have a fresh face. Let them know to stay tuned if they want her link. Got it?”
“Yes, sir,” I reply, gritting my teeth. “I’ll take care of everything.”
“I know you will. See you soon,” he states as he shoves her into my apartment, knocking us both over. When I land on my tailbone, pain radiates up my spine, but I don’t cry out. That only eggs him on. Marshall snickers when he sees our predicament. “Lock up, she’s not to leave this apartment until I come back.” He reaches down and lifts Isla up by the collar of her shirt, glaring at her. She whimpers which only makes his raunchy smirk broaden. “You’re in training, Isla. If you so much as stick your pinky toe out of this doorway, I’ll be back. Ask McKenna what happens if I have to do that.”
He shoves her back on top of me and turns around, finally leaving.
Fuck. My. Life.
CHAPTER
SIX
Risk
Luna delivereda healthy baby boy last night. “Jett,” I laugh at the name. “He’s gonna catch a lot of slack over that in school.”
“Talking shit?” Conan asks as he flops down next to me, the plastic chair bending with his weight. “I thought she was gonna have a girl.”
I chuckle, saying, “I think they thought they were having a girl too.”
“Isn’t that what that fancy machine told them they were having?” he inquires, tilting his head in thought. “I could’ve sworn that’s what they told us.”
A thought crosses my mind and instant pity surfaces. Which I share. “Fuck. I hope his goods were in hiding and they didn't know what he was because he’s… small.”
“Fuck no. He’s not small. No way, no how. He’s got my blood running through him,” Conan contends. “Small isn’t a thing in our family.”
Slyly, holding up my pinky finger, I provoke him. I highly enjoy getting him riled up, it’s one of my favorite pastime events. “You sure do talk a lot of shit, brother. Are you sure you aren’t boasting about your size because you’re covering up the fact that y’all aren’t… endowed?”
“Fuck that. I’ll show you,” he says, standing up and begins undoing his belt buckle.
“Conan! What the hell are you doing!” Demi shouts as she turns from where she was conversing with a few of the brothers and notices what he’s up to.
“This fucker,” he starts, pointing an accusatory finger at me and wiggling it in front of my face, “thinks my junk is small in stature. Tell him the truth, Demoness, or I’m gonna prove to him and everyone else in this room how false that accusation is!”
“Damn,” Hemi whistles, amusement in his eyes. “He’s fucking serious. He’s gonna drop his jeans and show everyone his Podunk size.”
“My size is not Podunk! Take that shit back, Hemi!” Conan thunders.
I’m not sure what the word Podunk has to do with dick size, but I’m finding this entirely too funny to stop them and ask. “He’s all talk. It’s probably why Demi has been moody lately.”
“You’re not helping, Risk,” Demi scolds. “I’ve been in a bad mood lately because I’m surrounded by jackasses.”
My jaw drops, now offended on behalf of my brothers and myself. “That’s rude. Take that back.”
“I don’t take back the truth,” she replies. “This is the perfect example of what I’ve been dealing with. Conan, fix your belt. I don’t share, not even when it comes to a glance at your dick.”
“See how obsessed she is with my cock? That’d only happen if I was big and stretched her cunt, fuckers!” Conan gloats.
Demi reaches up and smacks him in the back of the head. “Now you’re taking it too far. Zip up and follow me. You need to come bond with your nephew. Marcum and Luna are asking for you.”
Conan’s eyes scrunch together as he looks at her dumbfounded. “I didn’t unzip.”
“Fine. Buckle up, cowboy or you aren’t going to like the eight second ride I take you on,” Demi snaps.
“Eight seconds?” I snort-laugh. “Now that explains everything.”
