Page 97 of The Devil's Weakness

“Damn, I thought I was slicker than that.” I wrinkle my nose, not enjoying being called out.

“Well,someof us noticed,” Cap chimes in again, “I don’t think Drama or SoCo can tell their ass from their elbows most days.”

“You got that right,” I agree.

“Listen, I gotta get out of here before she gets off work. I’ll see you guys later.”

“Later, brother.”

* * *

Thirty minutes later,and Sasha is walking through her front door. I let myself in before she got home, knowing she would never let me inside if she was here first. I’ve been sitting on the sofa, waiting for her to come home and yell at me.

“What the hell are you doing here?”

She’s still pissed.

She’ll get over it, but fuck…if looks could kill.

“What the hell was that at the diner?”

“I was backing you up. Those fucking bitches looked like they wanted to tear you apart.”

“Right, just like they do every other time we work together. We work, they jab, I ignore. It’s an unspoken agreement that we have with one another. Except for today, when Iactuallyattempted to stand up for myself, until you went and aired all my dirty fucking laundry for everyone to hear.”

“I—”

“Where thefuckdo you think you get off spreading personal details about my lifeandkissing me like that in front of everyone? If I actually thought you were doing it formybenefit, I might not be so angry. But you weren’t. You wanted to make sure every single person in there knew we’re together.”

“Yes,” I answer while she takes a breath.

She looks surprised that I admitted it.

“Why is it so important to you that everyone knows?”

“Because if people know that you’re with me, they won’t fuck with you. Trust me, little girl. No one fucks with the Skulls and those who we protect.”

“Don’t you mean those youown?”

“Hey.” I bite my bottom lip before my mouth curves into a knowing smile. “You said it.”

I stalk toward her.

“Blade.” She stops and pinches the bridge of her nose. “You…”

“Yes?” I take a step closer to her, and her eyes narrow.

“You’re…” She swallows and tries to look anywhere but at me.

“Go on.”

“Such a pain in the ass,” she grinds out, teeth clenched.

She walks past me, down the hall toward the bathroom, shouting as she goes.

“I won’t be mad if you aren’t here when I get out of the shower!”

As she closes herself in the bathroom, I make myself at home on the sofa. She can be mad all she wants. In fact, I like her like that. Her fire is sexy as fuck.

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