Page 61 of The Devils Melody
I slide off the bike just as casual and set my helmet down on the seat. “Our girl looks good, doesn’t she, brother?” I smirk and Wren smiles up at me as if I just made her whole night.
“She needs to put some fucking clothes on.”
“Shecan wear whatever the fuckshewants. You’re notmy keeper.” Wren snaps back, andfuckI love when she goes at Nox like this. He’s not used to someone snapping back at him the way she does, and I think he kind of likes it.
Nox smirks at her, a devious grin plastered on his face as he steps closer into her. “You’re not drunk and helpless anymore, phoenix. You better watch how you talk to me, or I'll bend you over the hood of your piece of shit car and show you exactly who your keeper is. Do you understand me?”
“Go ahead and try it, Ken Doll. I’ll show everyone just how loudly you can beg when I bite back.”
Nox’s jaw ticks, his eyes narrowing on her as he tries to hold himself back. The heat from his stare could burn this whole fucking block down. For a split second, I think he might take her up on the offer and I can’t help the laugh that bursts from my mouth.
“As hot as it is when mommy and daddy fight, you need to get to work, little bird.” I stroll over to Wren’s side and throw my arm around her shoulder, pulling her in close as I whisper, “Let’s go turn some heads, yeah?”
21
Lennox
THE ENFORCER
Iwatch Kage walk Wren towards the bar doors, middle finger thrown up behind him like the cocky fuck that he is. I can’t even be mad at him for it, Wrendoeslook good. The way her ass peaks out from the bottom of her shorts, the fishnets only making the view even sexier. I just know she’s going to have the attention of every man in that building and I’m not really in the mood for a bar fight right now. Trying to hold down the rage that starts to bubble up at the thought of other men’s eyes on her, I follow behind Wren and Kage into the bar.
When I walk inside, Wren is already behind the counter making a drink. Kage is sitting at the bar watching her every move and I take a seat right beside him. Wren moves so naturally behind the bar, it has me wondering how long she’s been working here.
“You should have seen the way he put his hands on her today,” Kage whispers just loud enough for me to hear. “He really fucking thinks she’s his property.” I can see the way his fists clench, the minute control he has over his temper barely hanging on by a thread. “He needs to be takencare of already, I just feel like there’s something that we’re missing. There’s a bigger picture here and this is only a small piece of the puzzle.”
“I’m done waiting for Jimmy to get back to us. Get him on the phone. Now.”
Without hesitation, Kage picks up his phone, the nameJimboand a picture of a raccoon in a leather jacket holding a Red Bull lights up the screen.
“What the fuck is that?” I deadpan, not even kind of surprised that Kage would pull some dumb shit like this.
“What? It looks just like him.”
“We’ve never even met the guy in person.”
“It’s how I pictured him in my head.” I don’t even give him the satisfaction of responding, I just shake my head and look around for Wren, I need a drink.
“You’re gonna look at me and tell me that I’m wrong?AM I WRONG?” Kage yells, and I give him the most dumbfounded look I can muster.
“Are you seriously quoting that dumb youtube video again?” Kage just smiles at me and wiggles his eyebrows. “I can’t fucking stand you. Just call him.”
He presses call and after a moment Kage speaks up in a British accent. “Ah yes, Jimothy. Could you spare some knowledge?”
Kage doesn’t have him on speaker, and yet I can still hear Jimmy's loud response through the phone. “I could spare you a visit from the FBI if you keep disrespecting me with the sound of your voice.”
“Be honest with yourself, Jim. You love the sounds of my voice. That’s why we always have these chats late at night….when you’re all alone...just waiting for someone to show you some attenti?—”
“Give me the fucking phone,” I cut him off, tiredof this little game Kage always has to play. “Jimmy, we need you to find more information on that Richard guy. I’m getting impatient, and Dick is getting too…handsy.”
“What do you mean by ‘handsy’?”
We haven’t told Jimmy about Wren yet. Didn’t think we needed to. But it’s apparent now that she needs more protection than what we initially thought and it wouldn’t hurt to have an extra pair of eyes on her.
“He keeps laying hands on our girl.” The line is quiet for a beat, and I pull the phone away from my face to see if I lost him. “Jimmy.”
“When you say ‘our girl’? As in you’re sharing her?”
“Is that really important? That’s what you took away from that?”
