Page 198 of Treason's Temptation
Pushing through the wooden doors, my expression soured as I entered the meeting room. I honestly tuned out most of the day, staring at Blue’s photoshoot. It was well done and shelooked beautiful, but that wasn’t the point. The day dragged on, finally relinquishing its hold so I could go home.
Walking into my building, Rylo smirked like he had something juicy to spill. Instead, he hit me with words I wasn’t expecting.
“You’ve got a delivery,” he said, like he’d been waiting all day to say it.
I raised a brow. “From who?”
He slid a black bag across the counter like it held state secrets. “Navie.”
My lips curled as I opened the bag. Sitting inside was a bright orange Nerf gun, loaded to the brim. Taped to the side was a note in her handwriting.
Put your gun where your mouth is. Come find me.
I shook my head and laughed at how insane this woman was. It didn’t reflect how fuckin’ irritated I was. Tucking the bag under my arm, I headed for the elevator, welcoming the offer to take out that frustration on her.
“Don’t get shot, boss man,” Rylo called after me.
I loved Navie’s confidence, but wasn’t worried stepping on the elevator. At twenty-two weeks pregnant, she was a half a step slower. When I got upstairs, the apartment was dim and silent. I stepped inside cautiously, Nerf gun in hand, and paused to allow the doors to close so it didn’t give me away.
Navie was inpatient as fuck, so I rested my back on the wall, stilled my breathing, and waited her out. It took longer than I expected, but never one to wait for anything to happen to her, Navie took charge.
Whap!
A foam dart hit my shoulder.
“I knew your impatient ass was coming,” I muttered, ducking behind the wall as another came flying.
“And you still got shot.Twice.” Navie’s voice rang out from somewhere deeper in the house, smug and full of trouble.
“I keep telling you, it’s not how you start but how you finish, Blue.” I crept forward, trying to pinpoint her location.
Another dart whizzed past me and hit the picture frame on the wall. Navie was quick, but I chose to search the kitchen for cover and wait until she peeked her head out from behind the couch.
Pop!My shot nailed her square in the chest. We lobbed back and forth until Navie was out of darts. My suit jacket was gone, my tie was half off, and she was hidden behind the pillows on the couch.
I stepped over the couch, kneeling over her body, careful to give my son room with my Nerf gun to her forehead. “Apologize for that stunt you pulled earlier.”
Navie tilted her chin up, out of breath. “Fine, if you want me to lie,I’m sorry, Tre.”
“Your stubborn ass should be sorry. We talked about this.”
“You really want me to be sorry for helping you?” She swiped at the barrel, and this time I let her, but aimed it at her thigh and pulled the trigger. “I know why you’re so uptight, even if you don’t. Our family helps each other. Besides, the life he’s about to inherit, he can stand to earn his keep.”
“My boy doesn’t have to earn a fuckin’ thing. We believe in nepotism over here,” I smirked, palming her stomach.
“Yeah, well, somebody had to ensure there’s somenepofor him totism. Fallon loves you too much to go against you, so I did what was best for the team,Jordan.”
“I know you meant well, but don’t do that shit again, or you’ll find yourself on punishment.”
Her eyes lit up. “What kind of punishment?”
“Not the kind your horny ass likes. You saw Sloane calling the shots because there was nobody else there. He has a father. No more making decisions like he doesn’t.”
“Okay.”
“And no more nerf wars until you have my son. You could’ve hurt yourself.”
“You hear that. Daddy’s the fun police,” Navie said, dropping her head, talking to her belly. Then her eyes ballooned, shooting at me faster than the bullets left the gun. “He kicked.”
