Page 7 of Reckless
“I was coming to find you. I’m claiming her.”
He laughs for a minute but stops. “You fucking serious?”
I nod.
“Not possible, brother.” He takes a seat, exchanging a look with Brick.
“Why?” I say, confused and feeling my anger start to return.
“’Cause she’s a club girl. Rules say you can’t make her an old lady. Has to be that way or all these bitches would be trying to get a patch. We set them up knowing that ain’t ever gonna happen.” He shrugs his shoulders.
There has to be a way around this. "It's her first night. She hasn't done anything but come to my room. We got history, and I wanna claim her."
"Sorry, brother, can't make a ho a housewife." My fists clench as he calls her a ho. I don't know what brought her here, but that's not the Carly I know. "Now get the fuck out and keep yourself on a goddamn leash."
He says it with a finality that lets me know not to say anything else. Walking out, I head straight to my room.
What the fuck am I going to do?
