Page 50 of Undisputed Player
She’s falling for me. Seriously.
Her hands were very gentle.
Adrian snorted beside me.
Connor
I don't want details about your weird nurse fantasy.
Adrian cackled. "Tell him we absolutely want details."
Jax
Adrian says you want details.
Connor
Adrian can go fuck himself.
“Fucking Batman,” Adrian groaned. "Tell him I'm hurt by his lack of support."
Jax
Adrian's hurt by your lack of support for our vehicular endeavors.
Connor
Then he shouldn't have helped you stage a vehicular assault.
A few minutes passed, then one last message came from him.
Connor
I’ll be at the wedding. Or funeral. Whatever it ends up being.
We pulled into the garage of my beach house, the car looking absurdly out of place among my collection of luxury vehicles, and I felt that familiar rush of anticipation. The hunt was on, and I'd never wanted anything or anyone the way I wanted Estelle Moore.
I paused before climbing out, the memory of Estelle's apartment, tiny, worn, but immaculately clean, flashing through my mind.
She'd moved through that small space, efficient and graceful, cooking dinner for Leo, checking the locks, keeping her voice steady even when I could see the exhaustion weighing her down.
My princess was trying so hard to be strong.
“She's beautiful,” I said abruptly, the words slipping out in time with my brain. “Not just pretty. Beautiful.”
Adrian raised an eyebrow, his expression softening slightly. “Iknow, man. I may or may not have watched her come to your rescue in an alley.”
Adrian had a way of ending up in the middle of everything, especially regarding his brothers’ new obsessions.
“Did you get to pull her into your lap and feed her chocolates?” Adrian asked, his tone only half joking.
“No,” I muttered, not meeting his eyes. The truth was, I'd wanted to do a lot more than that.
I'd wanted to scoop her up, carry her to bed, tuck her in, and hold her while she slept. I'd wanted to get her out of that apartment, that life, and bring her to my world.
Adrian clapped a hand on my shoulder, his expression suddenly serious. “Just be careful, Jax. I know you think you've figured this out, but she's not another model opening her legs for you. She's got a kid depending on her. She's got real problems.”
“I'm careful,” I cut him off, my voice hard. “This isn't a game. Not to me.”
