Page 391 of The Tempted

Chapter Twenty

I climbed the stairs, carrying a bag of groceries as a consolation prize for letting down Kitten and Pea. Because stocking the fridge you bought and cooking dinner for your baby mama was as good as standing next to her while she listened to your kid’s heartbeat for the first time right?

Yeah, I didn’t think so either.

But it was worth a shot.

I paused at the door, reaching into my pocket for my key when I heard voices from behind the door. I leaned my ear against the door, sure it was Mama “Leone” lashing out about what a piece of shit I was but to my surprise Kitten had a different house guest.

A male one.

And not her brother either.

I set the brown bag of groceries on the floor and reached behind me for my gun, prepared to blow the head off the guy inside getting cozy with my Kitten.

I opened the door and stepped inside with my gun cocked and aimed that shit toward the man standing next to Lauren with his back toward me.

“Riggs!” She said, eyes wide as she stared at me.

“Kitten,” I ground out, taking a step closer. “Want to introduce me to your friend?”

“Want to put the gun down?” She countered.

The guy slowly turned around.

“Whoa! What the hell man?”

“Who are you?” I growled.

“Put the gun down, damn it!” Lauren shouted, stepping around the guy and grabbing my forearm.

I glanced down at her.

“One more time, Kitten,” I warned. “Who is your friend?” I asked, holding my gun steady on the guy.

“I’m just here to buy the car listed on Craigslist,” he said, holding his hands in the air.

“What?” I asked, dropping my gun and turning to Lauren. “What’s he talking about?”

She rolled her eyes, ignoring me as she walked toward the guy standing in the middle of the living room shitting his pants. “I’m sorry about that, he’s just been released from the asylum,” she began. “We’re still working on a treatment plan for his irrational behavior,” she began, batting her eyelashes at the douche. “I hope you won’t let my ill brother interfere with your decision to buy the car.”

“Your brother?” I asked incredulously.

“I think it’s time for his medication,” she added, dangling the keys in front of him.

He peered at me skeptically as I tucked my gun into the back of my pants and crossed my arms against my chest. He handed Lauren an envelope, and I watched as she peeked inside before handing him over the keys.

“Congratulations you’re the proud owner of a used car,” she winked.

One of my favorite things about my Kitten was the way she handled herself. She owned that guy with her smile and her sharp tongue.

She didn’t need a prince to rescue her, she was her own hero, and that was the sexiest thing about her.

That and well, maybe, her ass. She had a killer ass.

He looked at Lauren, taking the keys she offered.

“Are you sure you’re safe with him?”

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