“Hell, yeah,” she said.
Darrell snorted when they just stared at each other. “Hell, you’re both so stubborn. But let’s talk about what we are going to do with Mason.”
“We have to trap him,” she said.
Zeke narrowed his eyes at her, and she could already see him vetoing the idea, but hopefully, Darrell had enough sense to hear her out.
“What if I got him on tape saying he’d kill Zeke?”
“I don’t like it,” Zeke said.
“I don’t care…”
Zeke leaned forward in his chair. “Listen up, Little Sub…”
She heard Darrell groan.
Zeke scowled and finished what he was saying. “You will not put yourself in danger.”
“Are you saying that as Zeke or my boss?”
“What’s the difference?” Zeke asked.
Her chin went up, and her eyes narrowed. “Well, if you were talking as Zeke, I’d say go take a flying leap.”
“That’s it,” Zeke said. He stood up, picked her up out of the chair, and threw her over his shoulder.
“You are not really doing this right now?” she hissed, hitting his back.
“We’ll be back in a bit.”
Darrell chuckled. “Go on, you two, and get it out. I’ll just make myself a sandwich and crash on the sofa and watch some TV.”
She pushed herself away from Zeke’s back to glare at the older man. “Darrell, you’re really going to let him do this?”
“Well, yeah. Who am I to get in the way of love?”
She growled. “You’re an asshole, and I’m telling Mom.”
Darrell threw back his head and laughed.
Chapter Thirteen
Zeke bit back a smile at her spunk. She was definitely a fighter, and it would bring him a lot of enjoyment to piss her off in the years to come. He loved seeing the fire in her expression and how passionate she got when she wanted her way.
She’d have to get punished, of course, and they’d have to make up, and he knew just how they were going to do it. Thoughts of the playroom he thought of having built eventually in his basement made him almost groan. They would spend many nights down there, enjoying each other. He also planned to take her to the kink club sometime when he thought she was ready.
He walked down the hallway and found her bedroom, shut the door, and dropped her on her back on the bed. He grinned when she came up hissing and fighting.
“You’re a fucking jerk.”
His brows came down, and his hands went to his hips. “Watch your mouth.”
“Fuck you,” she barked.
“I need you to listen to me.”
“I don’t want to. Get out of my house.”