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“I can’t do that.”
“Why?”
A deep voice booms behind Mr. Sergeant at Arms. “Because she’s mine.”
CHAPTER 12
***Venom***
“Damn, who’s the blonde?”
“That’s Emily,” I answer Razor’s question without even looking. I know she’s the one he’s talking about.
“Your Emily?”
“Yeah, my Emily.”
“Fuck, brother. Now I see why that trip was necessary.”
“Yeah.”
I finally turn in her direction, watching her. She’s more relaxed now than she was earlier, and I’m glad. I don’t know why, but I’m fucking happy she’s fitting in.
“I also see why you didn’t want to bring her here.”
“What, you think one of you assholes can take my place?”
“Hell yeah. I’m Razor, motherfucker. You know what that means?”
“You’re tiny and flat?” I chuckle.
“I’m sharp.” He pops the “p” and his collar.
“Okay, go ahead.” I motion to Emily. “Take a shot.”
I trust my brother. He knows I’m joking, and I know he wouldn’t try anything. Besides, it might boost Emily’s ego if another man shows some interest. I don’t know why she thinks I only compliment her because I want to keep fucking her. It couldn’t be any further from the truth.
“I will. Get ready to go home alone, brother.”
“Good luck.”
I watch him saunter over, throwing a grin over his shoulder. When Emily spins to face him, I start making my way over there, too. I’m curious to hear what she’ll say. She fumbles over her words at first, but her voice is steady and clear when she tells him she can’t go to his room.
“Because she’s mine.”
The choice of words stuns me, but I find the notion doesn’t. Shit.
Razor turns slowly, amusement lighting up every part of him. “Is that so?”
“Yeah, it is.” I push past him, claiming the free spot next to Emily. “Isn’t that right, darlin’?”
“I came with Venom,” she tells Razor, leaning in to my side.
“Then you, dollface, need a drink to cope with that asshole. Marisol!” He motions to the girl behind the bar. “Tequila shots!”
We down the first round and I order a couple more, each one sending Emily closer to me. Her eyes are glassy, and there’s a constant smile on her sweet lips. I’m not trying to get her drunk, but I need her loose in order to give her what she wants. Taking her hand, I lead her down the corridor to my room. On the way, we bump into Gage and Raven leaving theirs.
“You guys heading in? I was thinking of making a fire,” Prez says.
