Page 4 of Indulge
“Drago wants to see us. Get dressed. And then we have to see Lyla.”
He covers his yawn with his hand.
“At seven am? Aren’t there twenty three other hours in the fuckin’ day? I’m still recovering, remember?”
He pulls up his t-shirt to show me the healing scar from a gunshot wound in his gut, and I swallow the lump in my throat.
I thought I lost the other half of me that day. I’ve never been scared before in my life.
Not even when our parents got murdered and we were saved by the Quinns.
Not even when I had a knife pulled out of my back.
But seeing my brother bleeding out—thatmade my own blood run cold. And I will do everything in my power to make sure nothing bad happens to him again.
“Yeah. You know Drago works every hour of the day. And we gotta lock down this Preacher stuff before it gets out of hand. We gotta show the Quinns we can handle shit for them, real shit.”
Rowan sighs.
“Getting shot to save Finn's girl wasn’t showing them enough? You know they accept us, Reggie? We’re fuckin’ one of them. That’s why they’re giving us our own Decadence games.”
I run a hand through my curls and grunt.
“We ain’t their blood, though. We will always have to prove ourselves. We owe them.”
Rowan lets out a small smile.
“Everything isn’t always a battle, Reg.” He pauses, and his eyes go wide.
“But dumping Lyla? That might be. More for you than me.”
I raise an eyebrow.
“We’re not dumping her. We’re ending our agreement. That is all this was.”
Rowan chuckles.
“Yeah. Yeah. I see the way she looks at you. Even when I’m the one with my head between her legs, she only wants you.”
My jaw ticks. I hadn’t noticed. Rowan is probably exaggerating. I’m not a likable person, I make sure of it.
“Well, we can’t do it anymore. That’s that. She will have to understand. I don’t have time for complications.”
My fists clench. My life is about to dramatically change when Bella King finally decides to grace us with her presence.
“Where is ya wife?” Rowan smirks.
“Who fucking knows. But she’s got two days, or I’m dragging her back here myself.”
Rowan wiggles his eyebrows.
“Desperate to marry the Princess?”
I scoff.
“To get it over with,” I correct him.
He rolls his eyes and backs away.
