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Fuck me.
I don’t even know my little neighbor, but here I am fucking up agreeing to something when we need a vote.
Viper looks in my direction, one brow cocked high while silently asking without words, “We will?”
I nod in answer to his unspoken question. “I’ll take responsibility for her.”
I don’t know what the fuck I’m saying, but yet I’m saying it.
Clearing my throat, I stick with what I said. “I live right next door to her. Closest if something goes down.”
“You claiming her?” Cyprus asks.
I know exactly what he’s asking, and though I never intended to claim any woman, I find myself nodding in answer. “Yeah.”
What the fuck is wrong with me?
I’m claiming a woman without even thinking. Seeing her a couple times, two of them being up close, one of them where I saw her move, and it went straight to my cock . . . fucking hell. I need to have my head examined or some shit. She’s already gotten in my head without me realizing it.
I need to be focused solely on Kale, not getting in some woman’s pants.
“You sure?” Viper grunts, watching me far too closely.
Again, I nod and clear my throat. “Yeah, Prez.”
Viper nods and looks back at Cordova. “Guess a vote won’t be necessary. We’ll agree to the alliance and the security of the gallery. Don’t fuck us over.”
Cordova, who’d been watching all of us closely, stands and sticks his hand out. “I’m a man of myword. I don’t do anything I don’t intend to do. I asked for this alliance, I won’t betray it.”
Viper stands as well and takes his hand. “Good.”
It looks like I not only just claimed a woman as mine but sealed a deal for the club. I hope I don’t end up regretting what I’ve just done.
It could end up being very bad. Then again, it could be very, very good.
CHAPTER 5
JACQUELINE
A week passes by in a blur of motion.
The day after my brother agreed to let me finally have my dream, he took me to the perfect location. It was beautiful and located right on the boardwalk, where people wandered around constantly. The best part was there were several high-end boutiques and such in the area.
I’ve spent the week since getting the keys to the building and getting it ready. I’ve done all the painting myself. I wanted it to be perfect for when I decide to open.
The space was open and big enough I could display all of my art and maybe even open it up for other artists if I so wished to do so. I decidedI was going to display everything a certain way, just as it needed to be done.
Once I had everything painted, I finished yesterday, I figured I’d start bringing pieces over, but I was going to have to get aU-haul or something to take it. I might even need to hire a moving company. Some of the pieces were, well, big and heavy. A lot of them are fragile. They needed to be moved with precision, or they’d break.
As I’m getting ready to leave the house for the day, my phone rings. Looking at the screen, I don’t recognize the number. Apprehensively, I answer and lift the phone to my ear. “Hello?”
“Is this Ms. Cordova?” The voice on the other end was amazingly husky and gruff. It sent a surprising chill along my spine. One that I didn’t know how I felt, but I knew I liked it. Which was weird.
“Yes. Who is this?” I ask.
“This is Wolf. I’m calling to let you know that we’ll be at the gallery in two hours to handle the security system.”
Oh God. I forgot Izaiah set this up. Ugh, how could I forget.
