Page 41 of Sinful Like Us
Sulli gawks. “What the fuck is that? The Rooster?”
Akara has trouble restraining a smile. “It’s for comms.”
“It’s for comms?” Sulli stands and slugs his shoulder. “He’s not a cock!”
Banks laughs.
Sulli lands a fist in his arm too, and he hardly sways and just grins into a sip of beer. Akara smiles more and places his hands on her broad shoulders. “You’re not the butt of a joke.”
“Yeah but Will is, and he’s not a fuckingcock, Kits.”
Banks tips his head. “We’re just callin’ it like we see it, mermaid.”
She huffs. “Yeah? And his cock is probably ten fucking times bigger than both of yours.”
Akara and Banks try not to laugh, and then Banks says, “No way in hell.”
She goes still and glances down at their crotches. I can’t blame her. My curiosity has piqued too, but Sulli flushes a deep red, her breath shallow. She turns to me, anSOSsignal in her green eyes.
I pipe up. “Don’t listen to them, Sulli. They’re just jealous that you’re bringing a hot date to Scotland.”
Maximoff crosses his arms, not a fan of Will Rochester. He’s told Sulli tobe carefulabout a hundred times and counting.
“Is that it?” Sulli asks Akara and Banks. “You’re both just jealous.”
Banks raises his shoulder in a shrug.
Akara’s muscles are flexed. “No.” He puts his fingers to his earpiece, as if comms chatter is louder. “I’m your bodyguard and you’re dating someone for the first time. That’s it.”
Sulli frowns. “So you won’t care if I bring Will?”
It takes him a second to say, “If that’s what you want.”
“That’s what I fucking want.”
The door whips open, and I hear commotion outside like the bar patrons are loitering. They yell at whoever comes through.
Instantly, I recognize the chestnut-haired, blue-eyed bodyguard. A plastic bag is hooked on his elbow.
“Suck my dick!” Donnelly shouts at the crowds, then shuts them out with the kick of the door.
Akara pushes back his black hair. “Donnelly.”
He spins, noticing me and Sulli. “Sorry, boss.” I can tell he’s off-duty, no radio, and plus, his client isn’t present.
After Donnelly was taken off Beckett’s detail, the Tri-Force transferred him to a Hale.
Xander Hale, to be exact. He’s been working alongside Thatcher this past week. Two bodyguards on one client.
“Smokes?” Donnelly procures a package of cigarettes from the bag, plus a carton of cheesecake.
Banks groans. “Don’t tease me, man.”
I text my sister back while Donnelly greets everyone and slings an arm over Farrow’s shoulders.
I thought some of you were headed to this bar tonight. My mistake.I send the message.
“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” Farrow says coolly to Tony.
