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CHAPTER SEVEN
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MRS. BUTTERWORTH, SYRUP SLUT
JUDGE
“TALKED TO NOX.”
Shit.
The night before had gone better than I’d anticipated.
Of course, I’d figured Ophelia would smother me in my sleep, so the bar had been set pretty damn low.
But even if I’d had it set high, I’d never have expected her to agree to stay with me.
Her choosing me over Nox meant she trusted me to keep her safe…
Or it meant she didn’t trust either of us and was sticking with me because she thought she had a better shot at shivving me with a whittled down toothbrush.
Whichever it was, I’d take it.
I’d find out why she had a target on her back.
I’d find who put it there and thank them for twisting fate to bring her into my life.
And then I’d fuckin’ kill them.
Painfully.
Slowly.
Then I’d go home, touch Ophelia with hands that had so much figurative blood on them, they were as permanently stained as my soul, and hope she was okay with my filth marring her blinding perfection.
Despite having jacked off the night before while she’d changed and that morning in the shower, my dick hardened down my thigh.
“Ya hear me?” Jury asked through the phone pressed to my ear.
“Yeah, yeah. Talked to Nox. So did I.”
“Oh, I know. Fuckin’ everyone knows. The bastard had a field day lettin’ everyone and their mothers know he wasn’t the only one whipped now.”
Only difference is he’s had the pussy he’s whipped by.
Maybe O’s feelin’ extra trusting this morning…
Moving quickly before she came into the kitchen and thought I was jerking it to the Mrs. Butterworth bottle, I shoved my hand down the waistband of my jeans and adjusted myself. “Did he tell you O’s not working for Nash or was he too busy sippin’ tea and runnin’ his damn mouth?”
“Nah, he told us. His gut is saying the shit with her apartment is linked to Nash and the Irish, but he’s got no clue how. And since Ophelia is linked to Ms. Carol Anne and Gus, he’s on edge. He still wants us to make the Tennessee run, but after that, it’s all hands on deck with this shit.”
Shit, the Tennessee run.
Taking Ophelia on the road opened up chances for her to bolt—especially if she talked to a Mayson. Leaving her home wasn’t much better. She’d be safe in Nox’s heavily secured warehouse, but she’d be a helluva lot safer with me, where I could keep an eye on her.
And other body parts if she’d let me.
After washing my hands, I opened the freezer, pulled out the homemade waffles Swedes had texted me about, and popped some in the toaster. “Tell Glitch to get me my own room.”
