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She bobbed her head as she focused on pouring a drink. “I’m staying with Kandy for a while.”
“Thank fuck. Let me know if you need help finding a new place. I own a couple of apartment buildings downtown.” She stared at me like I was speaking in tongues. “You good?”
Clearing her throat, she croaked, “Yeah, I’m good. Thanks, boss.”
I lifted my chin in Dagger’s direction as I passed her, slowing when he paused his conversation with one of the dancers. “How’s the leg?”
“Fine,” he replied, raising his brows in question.
“Heading out for the night. Make sure everything runs smoothly. Call me if shit gets hectic.”
“Will do.”
I clapped him on the shoulder as I passed, then stepped out onto the street. My town car was right where it was supposed to be, and I gave Andy Wren’s address.
She lived in a shitty part of town, and I would talk to her about setting her up elsewhere that had a lot more security. Knowing my Little Bird, she wouldn’t fucking like it, but I took care of what was mine. Just thinking about how she’d fight me on it made my dick hard.
By the time we pulled up at the curb, I was aching for her cunt. That little taste I’d had at the club hadn’t been enough. I wanted the whole damn meal this time. But before I could satisfy the darker side of me, we had a little business to take care of.
I took the stairs to her apartment, knocking on the door when I got there. A moment later, Wren pulled it open, and my brain kind of fritzed out. She was dressed in those fucking Daisy Dukes again, her lean tanned legs on display, and a loose white T-shirt that hung off one of her shoulders. Stepping away from the door, she let me in, her eyes on me the entire time.
I was glad to see the place was empty. I turned when she shut the door behind her, and she wrapped her arms around herself for a moment before letting them go loose at her sides.
“Drink?” she mumbled, already walking into the kitchen. I followed her in there, seeing a bottle of whisky on the counter beside a shot glass. “Sorry, I don’t have any of that expensive shit you have at The Dollhouse,” she said, gesturing to the whisky. “If I did, I wouldn’t be shooting this fucking swill.”
I watched as she poured herself a shot and threw it back.
“How much have you had to drink?” I asked, wrapping my hands around the bottle and placing the opening to my mouth. I kept my eyes on her as I took a large swallow, then lowered it.
“Not enough.”
“Regretting your decision to call me?” I asked. I had to know where her head was at. I wasn’t into coercing women. They had to want to do something, but I knew Wren’s submission would be sweet.
“No. I’m fucking pissed off with Hawk for being so fucking thoughtless.” She stared at me, and her gaze seemed to strip away everything I showed to the world. “Do you ever wonder why you fucking bother with family sometimes?”
“Never. Family is everything.”
She huffed a laugh and took the bottle from my hand, pouring herself another drink. “What if the family you have is so fucking self-centered that they can’t see that everything you do is for them?”
I thought about that for a moment, then replied, “Then maybe they don’t deserve you.”
She saluted me with a sardonic smile, then slammed back the shot. Leaving the glass on the counter, she weaved past me on the way to the couch. Her living room was sparsely decorated, but there were a few personal touches here and there in the form of photographs of her and Hawk growing up.
“I love what you’ve done with the place,” I drawled.
“Don’t be an asshole,” she snarled, jabbing her finger in my direction. “You’re the one who invited himself over.”
My dick twitched at her tone.
With a smirk, I slid out of my jacket and undid the cuffs and top button of my dress shirt. Wren watched me the entire time, her blue eyes darting from my hands to my throat to my cock straining against my slacks. She bit her bottom lip, then looked away.
“You can look, you know,” I said as I settled onto the couch beside her. She swung her head back to look at me. “You should be able to look at what you cause.”
Her mouth parted slightly before she shook herself. “Believe me, I know exactly what I cause.”
There was a good foot between us on the couch, and it was a foot too wide as far as I was concerned. Taking her by surprise, I reached across and lifted her effortlessly, settling her on my knee. She wrapped one arm around my neck as she tried to get her balance back, and I shook my head when she tried to pull away. Curling my fingers around the base of her skull and the other on her upper thigh, I settled back, enjoying the way she felt. Although she had stiffened at the initial contact, she was slowly relaxing.
When I was sure she wouldn’t bolt, I swept my hand on her thigh up a little higher, skimming the fingertips under the frayed hem of her shorts.
