Page 53 of Menace

He couldn’t stop the snort even if he tried. She thought she was someone important, when the contrary was true. He had to calm the bitch down before they got to the studio or Ink was going to lose his mind.

The brother didn’t allow anyone to treat his staff like shit.

“Darlin’, he’s a receptionist, they’re rude to everybody. You’re nothin’ special to his way of thinkin’, just another client bitchin’ at him. I’ll talk to Ink and get it sorted. Don’t worry about it.”

She huffed out a breath in disgust and Lucky hoped like hell Byte was listening and letting Ink know he had trouble coming. Knowing how busy the brother was he was most probably recording shit and not actively listening.

Pulling up to the studio he almost breathed out in relief but stopped in time. He wanted out of the cage and away from the bitch, badly. It was the first time he was visiting the studio since it opened and he hated that it was with the slut.

He smiled as he looked at the signage on the window.

“What are you smiling at?” Carmella asked bitchily.

Lucky gave a nod towards the window. “My brother’s wife is part owner of the studio. Just likin’ the way her business name looks on the window.”

A frown settled on her face as she looked at the window then at him. “Your brother Remy is married? I thought he was a cop and your family kicked him out.”

Lucky shook his head. Where the hell had she heard that bullshit?

“No, he’s family, we didn’t kick him out and he’s no longer a cop. He married Pixie Maingarde, Dominick Maingarde’s sister, a while back. My brother works with him now. So no, he’s definitely no longer a cop.”

Since she reappeared he hadn’t talked to her about his family. Giving her information on Remy and Pixie was a test, a test to see if she would go ahead with her plans for him. It was obvious the information had thrown her, it also showed him how pathetic the cartel’s information gathering on him had been.

He got out of the cage, not giving her a chance to answer or ask more questions. Slamming the door closed he walked around and opened her door and helped her out. With his hand on the small of her back he ushered her through the door into the reception area of the studio. Once inside she virtually glued herself to his side, wrapping an arm around his waist and the other around his arm, showing anyone watching that he belonged to her. Such fucking bullshit but he had to let it go. There were people waiting on the couches and two women and a man were busy at the reception desk.

The man who was average sized with long hair tied back and a well-kept short beard glanced at them and held up a hand wordlessly asking them to wait. Lucky gave him a chin lift letting him know it was cool. He went back to whatever they were discussing. It sounded like there had been a mix-up with appointments and they were busy sorting it out.

“I don’t mind takin’ the next one, Harp. You take your break and get your feet up before Ink and Bren start breathing fire.” The woman with the dark blonde hair said with a grin and a wink.

The tall, pink haired woman scooped her hair back and gave a snort as she leaned over the desk to point at something on the tablet in front of them. Lucky’s eyes went straight to her luscious peach of an ass. It was fucking spectacular. Her mile long legs were clad in tight black leggings and she wore a strappy loose black top that ended just above the curve of her ass. Her arms and the part of her neck he could see were covered in tattoos, she was obviously one of the artists. She had some kind of pack strapped to her front and he wondered what that was about.

He realised he had been staring when Carmella hit him in the side. Her fucking elbow was sharp as hell.

“What?” He didn’t even try to disguise his annoyance.

She gave him a dirty look, and then the crazy fucking bitch started loudly voicing her opinion about the woman leaning over the desk.

“Why would any woman disfigure herself like that? Look at her. All those tattoos look cheap and dirty and she has a fat ass. Pink hair is so over, no one does it anymore. Doesn’t she realise how fat and ugly she looks in those pants? And now she’s taking upmytime, wasting it. I have an appointment and I’ve been waiting here for ages with no one helping me. Their service is disgustingly slow. My review will not be good.” She said loud enough it could be heard over the buzzing of the machines and the music playing in the background.

The pink haired woman slowly straightened then turned.

His heart jerked in his chest and his gut clamped down viciously.

Even with the pink hair, the piercings and the purple contacts in her eyes he would have known her anywhere.

His Jo-Jo, the ice queen he couldn’t stop dreaming about.

His eyes got stuck on the carrier against her chest, a baby carrier, with a dark haired baby in it.

What the fuck?

When had that happened and whose fucking kid was that?

Had she been pregnant when they got together?

Did she lie to him?

Was that why she had unprotected sex with him? Or had she lied about being protected?

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