Page 25 of Brake's Intent

“Lawson,” the woman calls out seductively, batting her lashes.

“Daphne,” Lawson returns the greeting, sounding none too pleased by all of this. “What was so important that my time was interrupted?”

Faye climbs out of the passenger seat, and I wrap an arm around her the instant she closes the door.

“You know we always work together,” Daphne all but purrs. “How about we go on in, and you and I get caught?”

“Excuse me?” Faye snaps, tensing in my arms.

“Baby, let me handle this,” Lawson states coming to stand almost in front of us.

I don’t think so.

Stepping in front of Lawson, I jerk my head in the direction of the bitch and narrow my gaze. “Who’s the bimbo?”

Lawson slowly brings his hard gaze to me and looks down at Faye, then back to me. “She’s the interior designer for the club.”

“And she can’t work with Reed?” I quip, feeling Faye tense even further in my arms.

“What’s going on here? Lawson, baby, we have work to do,” Daphne says, joining us and running her hand along Lawson’s arm.

“Get your hands off him,” Faye sneers, wrenching herself from my hold and getting between Lawson and the other woman.

“Who do you think you are?” Daphne demands, nostrils flaring.

“Law, grab her,” I tell him.

“I’m his wife,” Faye points to me without glancing back and moves her finger to Lawson, “and his wife. So, any business you feel you need to conduct with him will not be in private, and you will not touch him.” She drops her arm and moves to stand directly in front of the bitch. “So, I will only warn you once. Keep your skanky two-bit hands to yourself.”

Fuck, I don’t think I’ve ever seen Faye like this.

A few feet away, Reed actually starts laughing, and I can’t help but smirk as Lawson wraps his arms around Faye’s waist and pulls her into his front.

“Calm down, baby,” he says and presses a kiss to her temple.

“I’ll calm down when she leaves,” Faye huffs, looking cute as fuck. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her angry.

“Tinkerbell.” I chuckle and move in close also wrapping an arm around her and standing close to Lawson.

Lawson snorts and shakes his head as I do this and looks over to Reed. “What did you need me here for?”

“To handle this bitch. Told you she ain’t gonna work with me, and I was right,” Reed states, and Lawson nods, sighing.

“You want to explain why you won’t work with Reed?” he asks, switching his focus back to Daphne who is staring between him and myself.

“We always work together,” she answers like that’s a good enough reason.

“And you couldn’t work with Reed this time?” Lawson’s voice grows sharper, and I can sense he’s losing patience.

“Baby, you know I do my best work when you and I work together,” she says, trying to sound seductive, and nods to Faye. “You seriously can’t be with someone like her when you can have me.”

“She did not just say that,” Faye snaps harshly.

“You’re done,” I snarl, dropping my arm and stepping around Faye and Lawson.

“What?” Daphne jerks back, eyes narrowing. “You’re trying to fire me? I don’t work for you.”

“Yes, you do,” Lawson declares. “And he’s right. You’re fuckin’ done. You want to keep pushing and I’ll make sure you regret it.”

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