Page 5 of Destroyed (American Street Kings 4)

“Well, it’s not every day I get flanked by two dicks.” I shot them a cocky grin, and Onyx just lifted a brow.

“Glad to see you haven’t lost your ability to crack a joke.”

“Who says I’m joking?”

Granite snorted. “You’re an asshole, you know that?”

“Oh, so that’s why I got two dicks wanting a piece of me.”

Onyx smirked. “Is there a reason you’ve been avoiding us for the last few days?”

“Yup.” I picked up the beer Dice placed in front of me.

“And that reason is?”

“You know what the reason is, Onyx.”

He shifted. “Wraith?”

“She’s his sister, man.”

“I know. But she’s not him.”

I turned in my seat to look him in the eye. “All I see when I look at her is him. And when I see him, I see Neon, hurt, broken, and fucked up. So, forgive me if I’m not stoked about her being here and acting like she’s a part of us.”

“She is a part of us.” Onyx straightened, squaring his shoulders and trying to shove that goddamn president tag in my face. “She’s my woman, Ink. Nothing will change that.”

“Oh, I know that. The snake’s sister has you all pussy-whipped.”

His jaw clenched, and it was easy to see the man was biting his tongue.

“Ink,” Granite’s voice sliced through the tension, “I get that you might not like the woman.”

“Might?” I frowned.

“Fine. You don’t like her, and that’s fine. We don’t have to like everyone. Fuck, I don’t like my brother here half the time.”

“Fuck you,” Onyx blurted.

“Point is, you don’t have to like her, but she is Onyx’s woman, which means you have to at least tolerate her.”

“What the fuck do you think I’ve been doing the last few days? But it’s like fucking ice scraping against my skin whenever I see her walking around here like she belongs with us.”

“She does belong with us,” Onyx stated. “She belongs to me, which means she belongs with us. End of story.” He moved closer, eyes dark with warning. “Get used to it, Ink. Do whatever the fuck it is you need to do to make peace with the fact that Wraith ain’t going nowhere.” He retreated, but his stance wasn’t any less threatening. “And do it soon.”

His warning hung like thick muck in the air, and I watched with narrowed eyes as he walked toward the bitches still sitting around the table, laughing like life was a fucking Billy Joel song.

Granite cleared his throat, and I rolled my eyes, suppressing a groan.

“You know what Slither did to her, right? To Wraith?”

“Yup.” I didn’t look his way.

“Yet you still don’t trust her?”

“You know, it’s not so much a trust issue as it is a family-of-the-fucking-devil issue.”

Granite leaned his elbows on the counter. “He almost raped her, Ink.”

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