Page 75 of Frenemies

“You barely know me,” I pointed out.

“I know enough.”

But did he?

That wasn’t exactly a comforting answer, and I could have a bunch of kids buried in my backyard for all Keenan knew.

“If Jax had been in the same situation, would you have helped him?”

He answered a lot quicker than I thought he would, “Would any of Jax’s men been worried enough to call me?”

Interesting question. “No.”

The only reason any of my brother’s men would give Keenan a call was so Jax could torment another member of his bloodline.

“That’s why I came.” He slapped his hands down on the bar and stood up. “An evil man leads with fear, but a good one,” he paused to tilt his head and raise a brow. “Now, he has people that care about him.”

Huh? Guess my cousin wasn’t as naive as I thought. Then again, was anyone with our last name? I couldn’t help but wonder what the kid had been through—he came down here to hide out with his girl, but from what? I did some digging around, and let me just say—there was some shit going down in Canada.

But the only thing I could find around the time he left was the murder of someone’s old lady–not his MC’s mind you–the suicide of some guy. Maybe Keenan knew him? Just because they weren’t part of the same brotherhood didn’t necessarily mean they were rivals.

Death of a loved one caused people to do all kinds of crazy shit. Hiding out in a small town in Florida wouldn’t be the worst thing I’d seen. However, it was ironic that he chose the same small town I did. Beast had a lot to do with that.

“You never did tell me why you left the great white north?”

He didn’t say anything at first, just stared at me, then walked around to my side of the bar and grabbed a beer.

“You should get back up there,” Keenan tipped his head towards the door. “I had the fortunate experience of meeting your girl.”

That caused me to snort outright. “You sure it was fortunate?”

“She’s a little, uh. . .”

“Bitchy,” I finished for him.

“I was gonna go with high-maintenance, but we can use your word.”

We both chuckled at that.

I was the first to admit that Naomi was a colossal cunt. But she was my cunt, and I kind of like reigning her in.

Keenan pressed the bottle to his lips and swallowed down a mouthful of beer. “I’m guessing she’s not going to be too happy if she wakes up alone.”

He wasn’t wrong. I could picture Naomi storming around here in her torn-up dress, demanding to know where I was. Ass hanging out while she waved her finger at people.

Shit, I better get back up there.

I was halfway to the door with my sandwich in hand before I remembered my cousin was in the room.

“Go.” He waved at me when I glanced back. “I get it.”

I nodded and left, taking the stairs two at a time before my woman decided to prance around and show everyone her goodies. Thankfully she was still asleep when I walked back into the room.

Setting my plate down on the table beside the bed, I sat down on the mattress and stroked the side of her face. Fuck, she was beautiful. I’d never get tired of staring at her. All perfect in the moonlight, curled up in my bed, where she fucking belonged.

But should it be this bed?

I stared at the small mattress then took a scan of the room. Naomi deserved more than this run-down apartment. She needed a house with a yard and a view—I could give her that. Hell, I already had that. Sam and I had a great spot in the compound. A big yard with lots of trees right next to the lake. But I couldn’t move Naomi there.

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