Page 14 of Garrett's Obsession

"Not yet, but they will soon enough. I plan to have a ring on her finger as soon as I can make it happen."

A broad smile stretches across his face. He slaps me on the back. "Fuck yeah! That's what I'm talking about."

"I need a favor though."

"Name it."

"It's from your wife, actually."

His smile slips. "What the fuck is with you assholes always wanting favors from my wife?" he growls. "It's always, 'I need your wife'. 'I want your wife.' 'Hey, Reid, let me talk to Wren.'"

"Jealous much?"

"Uh, yeah. There are too many people with dicks asking for favors from my wife," he complains. "I don't like it."

"Jealous bastard." I laugh, not in the least bit sorry for him. Wren is an incredible lawyer. People ask for her help because they trust her. "I just need a good, affordable family law attorney. Ciara lives in fear of Todd being taken away. It'd help ease her mind to know she has someone in her corner, willing to go to bat for her and Todd with CPS if it ever comes down to it."

"Oh, shit, yeah," he says, instantly sobering. "I'll have her touch base with you as soon as she gets a minute."

"Thanks, brother."

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I'm notsure what's worse: watching Ciara work and knowing I can't touch her or seeing other men watching her work. They've been staring at her all damn night. It's pissing me off. Every time I turn around, one of the assholes is at the bar, smiling at her, asking for something.

"You're growling again," Razor says through laughter.

"You need to shut this place down," I complain. "There are too many men in here."

"I'm not shutting my bar down because you're a jealous asshole, Garrett."

"I'm not jealous," I lie. I'm totally fucking jealous. I want to pick Ciara up, spread her out on the bar, and eat her. She looks edible in her skin-tight jeans and a tiny work shirt with her hair piled up on top of her head. She did something to her eyes, making them appear dark and smoky. She looks like sex on legs.

"Liar." My brother-in-law laughs again, nudging me with his shoulder. "If you grip the edge of that table any harder, you're going to snap it in half."

I grunt, ignoring him. He's having way too much fun fucking with me. It's probably payback for all the hell I gave him when he married Adalynn. I'm still not thrilled with him for that, but he makes her happy, so I guess I have to accept it sooner or later. I just don't know why any of my sisters needs to get married. They're too young, and men are assholes.

At least they've picked decent men so far. I worry like crazy about Gemma, especially. She’s so innocent and sees the best in everyone. God only knows what kind of bastard she’ll end up with.

"You sure you want her working here?" Razor asks, his laughter fading as he pulls me back to the conversation at hand.

"Hell no," I mutter and then sigh. "But she'll kick my ass if you cut her loose because I'm a jealous asshole. She needs this job, and it's a helluva lot safer here than it was at Leone's place."

"Prick," Razor mutters. "Speaking of Leone, I heard a rumor."

"What rumor?" I ask, my eyes tracking Ciara as she stops to chat with her friend, Carlie. She seems happy. She's been smiling all night.

"Rumor is that he and his brothers are out for blood, and they're looking to spill your blood, specifically. He blames you for the bar."

"Tell the fucker to bring it on," I growl, not worried about Leone or his bitch brothers. "He lost the bar because he's a greedy, self-serving prick. If he wanted to keep it, he shouldn't have stiffed his people out of their money."

"Just be careful," Razor warns me, his voice soft. "I don't want to have to tell your sister that they found your body in a ditch somewhere because you didn't take this seriously enough. The Bellotti brothers are trouble."

"I know, and I'll keep my eyes peeled," I promise. Too many people depend on me to let Leone Bellotti try to take me out over his piece of shit bar. It's laughable to me that he'd even try. The place wasn't exactly a cash cow for him.

"Good man." Razor nods at Ciara. "It's time for her break."

I'm on my feet before he even finishes the sentence.

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