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I scratched my head. “I don’t know, man. I feel bad. I didn’t realize that her stealing my car and me keeping her here would end up with her being brutalized by Charles’s minions.”
“You couldn’t know. She kept that to herself, and none of that would show up in background checks. Would you have done anything differently if you did know about it?”
My jaw clenched as I thought about how angry I was when I first met Monroe. “I think so. If I found her believable.”
“And now that you know what type of person she is, you want to keep her protected?”
“I do. That’s why I figured marriage would be a good thing. I could pay off her debt to the Crimson Brotherhood in exchange for her helping us get the chest.”
Fox shook his head. “I never thought I would see the day.”
“What?” A frown formed on my face.
“The day my guy fell for a woman. And one that crashed his car, no less. I knew you had the hots for her, but this is some next level shit.” A wild grin spread across his face, and his eyes glinted with knowing.
“Shut the fuck up, Fox.” I tried to sound pissed off, but it fell flat. Fox had a way of getting me to lower my guard, and a smile tipped up at my lips.
“Oh man, you have it so bad!”
“Remind me why we’re friends again,” I replied.
“Because you know I won’t wither under your evil stare, and I can handle your bullshit.”
“I should fire you.”
A loud laugh left him. “You can’t and you won’t. But don’t tell Roe that. I told her otherwise.”
As silence started to fill the kitchen again, and I asked, “What’s the deal with Monroe and Rafael?” I had to know. It was eating at my insides.
“I wouldn’t worry about Raf. He owns the chop shop she would bring the stolen cars to. Seems like a cool dude. He wanted to make sure she was all right.” Fox shrugged.
“No past experiences with her?”
“Naw, Lucas. As far as I know, she hasn’t been with anyone since Frankie. At least, that’s what she told me.”
Frankie.I hated that motherfucker. I would break all of his fucking fingers for touching her if I could. For even thinking about touching her.
The fact that he even got the opportunity to get Monroe off created a current of envy within me.
“You’re thinking too much about it. Which means you want to bang Monroe.” Fox snapped his fingers and pointed at me like he had just figured out the greatest mystery of all.
“I’m not going to even reply to that comment.” Instead, I went to the cupboard that housed glasses and filled it up with water.
“Does it make you mad, bro? That she fucked that loser but hasn’t gotten down and dirty with you?
“Fuck off,” I grumbled and snatched the bottle of medication as I strode toward the archway to exit the kitchen.
“Just admit it! You’ll feel better,” he yelled after me, a deep chuckle echoing.
If we weren’t such great friends, I would have knocked his ass out. I flipped him off over my shoulder without turning around, which only sent him into hysterical laughter.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Monroe
Lucas had given me pain medication before he left me alone to my own thoughts.
Marriage, another job he wanted me to help with, all that happened with the Crimsons. It was on repeat in my head.
