I can keep her safe, happy, well fed, and well fucked.
I need to fucking relax. I’ve gotten under her skin enough that she’ll let me take her, and she won’t fight me when she realizes I meant everything I said about keeping her. Right?
Doesn’t matter. If she fights me, I’ll do whatever I have to do to keep her.
With her fast asleep in my arms, I move slowly and carefully as I pull my phone out and open up the group chat between me and my brothers.
RYKER
It's fight night tomorrow, boys.
GHOST
Fuck yeah.
TORIN
I’ll be there.
RYKER
Of course you will, motherfucker.
TORIN
Don’t you fucking start with me.
RYKER
Oh, I’m starting. I’m four drinks into the night with a club packed so full there’s a line outside, and my favourite brother is fighting in my cage tomorrow night.
GHOST
Your favourite? Why don’t you just suck his dick already.
RYKER
Come here and I’ll suck yours, you jealous bitch.
GHOST
First of all, fuck you. Secondly, fuck you.
RYKER
You’re lucky I’m not into men, ‘cuz I’d ruin your life with my tongue skills, Warrick.
TORIN
What the actual fuck is this fucking conversation.
GHOST
Use my first name again and I’m going to show up and beat your fucking ass.
RYKER
Come beat my ass, sweetie-pie.