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It isn’t a question more of a statement like she’s challenging me and my authority. And I fucking love it. Not too many people get into banter like this with me unless it’s Saint or Reaper. And always in private. Most of the time people are too scared, and they know I don’t play this shit. However, if she wants to play, I’m all up for it.
I lean back on the barstool and cross my arms over my chest. I don’t miss the way her eyes move down my body, then back to my face.
“I am the Prez, which means I’m the one in charge.”
“So, you tell everyone around here to jump, and they say how high, huh?”
I chuckle. “Yeah, in so many words. I make sure shit runs smoothly around here and I’m in charge of keeping both of you safe. So, to do that, I talk, and you listen. This means if I say your sexy ass needs to jump baby girl, then you’ll say how high Daddy. That’s the way shit works around here.”
Saint snorts and I look around shocked a crowd of brothers and club whores have gathered around us. I’m not one for talking much to women unless we’re going somewhere to fuck, so I guess my interaction with Alana, all the brothers, and the girls found unusual and apparently amusing.
“My mama was a smart woman, King, God rest her soul. One of the smartest women I’ve ever known, and she always said I was shit at following orders.”
I laugh because I can imagine a young Alana giving her parents hell. She seems so independent and carefree.
“So, if you ask nicely,” she continues, “I might listen and that’s a big if. And if you ask meextranicely, I might even call you Daddy.”
She winks.
“Oh shit,” Amelia mutters. “Shots fired.”
I lean toward her, close enough that her citrusy, clean scent wraps around me causing me to harden in my jeans.
“Didn’t you learn it’s not good to play with fire, sweetheart?” I whisper in her ear just so she can hear since we have a crowd.
She looks at me, our faces so close, her minty, hot breath brushes against my skin like a feather. I want to take her mouth so bad. Bite her plump lips. Just one taste is all I need.
“Sure, but like I said I don’t always listen.” The beginning of a smile tips the corners of her mouth. “And a little fire isn’t so bad, is it? Well, as long as I don’t get burned.”
“Don’t make me tie your ass to my bed so you’ll listen, doll.” I pull back and lick my lips as I scan her perfect body again before my eyes move back to her face. “Trust me, I’d enjoy it way too much and I might not ever let you go.”
Her breath hitches and her palm goes to her chest. Then the shock quickly fades from her face, and a mischievous glint enters her eyes. “Don’t make promises you don’t plan on keeping, King.”
“I prefer you call me Daddy.”
“And I prefer to have my pussy licked. Let’s see if you can help with that before I start calling you, Daddy, yeah?”
“Damn.” Saint whistles.
To say she didn’t shock the hell out of me is the understatement of the year. Without another word, she turns her attention back to Grimm’s sister like she didn’t just say that shit and I’m left standing there speechless.
What the fuck do I say to that? Because it looks like I might just go against the rules I gave the brothers concerning our new houseguests.
The slap on my back brought me face to face with the grin of my youngest brother.
“Sounds like she’s gonna be trouble,” Saint says, chuckling. “Have fun with that.”
That’s all he says before he sits on the other side of Amelia next to Reaper.
I rise from the stool and adjust myself through my jeans. While she acts like she doesn’t notice anything I’m doing, her body shivers when I graze against her.
I lean forward, my mouth only inches from her ear. “Challenge accepted, sweetheart.”
And before she can respond, I walk off. But I can’t keep the smile off my face. As long as she’s here, we are going to have a little fun.
Chapter Five
ALANA
