Page 27 of The Vows We Keep
Things seem calm.
My cock, which had been nicely pacified two minutes ago, twitches when I realize she’s seated in my chair.
“Don’t think about going in there,” King says over my shoulder.
“If I think for one second he’s being a dick to her, there won’t be anyone you can send after me that will be able to stop me.”
King huffs. “You realize you sound like a wild man?”
“Says the man who kidnapped Saint’s sister to teach him a lesson and is now shacked up with her. She got a magic pussy?”
“Watch how you talk about my old lady,” King warns.
“Gotta be the only way you would put up with that mouth of hers.”
King cracks his neck from left to right. “Don’t test my patience. The sudden caveman routine from you is weird. What’s she to you?”
I wish I could see more of her, wish I were in a position to read her body language instead of only seeing the top of her head over the back the chair.
“She’s a riddle,” I say. “She came here to bring her father back, and she kidnapped me because she thought I was you. Similar descriptions.”
King huffs. “We are nothing alike.”
I turn to face him. We’re almost nose to nose. “We’re both about six foot four, both about two-twenty. Both have dark hair. Both have blue eyes. We’re more alike than you wanna admit.”
“Fine. There aresomesimilarities. Continue.”
“I already told you. The truth serum. About the mystery of eight men leaving, us burying eight men that didn’t include her father, but two men making it home. You don’t have to be a genius to know that math doesn’t add up.”
“It doesn’t.”
“So, can we help her?” I ask.
“No.”
“No? Why not?”
“Because she’s not our problem, Niro. Los Reyes needs to be filling in the gaps for her. Not us. We’ve got enough shit to worry about.”
“You and I both know it’s not the same. The club is barely telling her anything. She had to sleep with the president’s son to get the intel to come here. And it’s not like she can go back and ask them. If her club did kill her father, for whatever reason, her asking more questions is going to tip someone off that she’s making inquiries. How is that going to work out for her?”
King places his hand on my shoulder. “It’s still none of our business. I don’t want to get in a cross-country pissing contest with Los Reyes. And I’m surprised this all means so much to you. You normally don’t give a shit about how anyone feels.”
“I’m surprised too,” I admit. The words just blurt out.
“Magic pussy?” King asks.
“Fuck you.”
He laughs.
“Fine,” I say. “I want the chance to find out before she heads back.”
“So it’s just about sex?”
I look down at the floor. My thoughts are scattered. I have too much energy again. The tops of my thighs start to itch. “No,” I force out.
“You like her.”
