“Ooow. I see the claws are coming out.”
“Someone needs to take you down a notch.”
“And you want to be the one to do it.” It was a statement, not a question. “Babe, you couldn’t handle me even if I came with instructions.”
“Oh really? You know what that sounds like? Not my problem.”
“I could make it your problem, if you want me to.”
She shook her head. “You’re unbelievable. Your arrogance knows no bounds. Is there any situation you won’t take advantage of, twisting it for your own benefit?”
“Look who’s talking about taking advantage.”
Shades started to come off his stool, but Ghost held him back with a palm to his chest, murmuring, “Give her a chance. See how she handles him, bro.”
Shades eased back onto his barstool.
“You have something to say, say it,” Skylar snapped at Blood, her hands on her hips.
“You got yourself into trouble, where’d you run?”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“You need it laid out for you? I got no problem with that. You’re taking advantage of your man, your father, and this club.”
“Is that what you think I’m doing?”
“You bet I do.”
“It’s not true.”
Blood let out a huff of laughter. “Right.”
Her chin lifted. “I know what your problem is. You just don’t like that fact that because he’s my father, you got stuck with this shit detail. Go back to New Orleans. I don’t need you.”
“That’s not an option.”
“What’s your problem with me, Blood? Is it the fact that I stand up to you, tell you what I think?”
“No, darlin’, I admire your backbone and your smart mouth.”
“Up to a point.”
“Damn right. Up to a point!”
“I know we’re brothers, Blood, but if you don’t lay off her, we’re gonna have a problem,” Shades warned.
Blood stood and stalked toward the deck. “I need some fucking air anyway.”
Skylar glared after him. “Coward.”
That brought him to a stop. He turned and glared back at her.
Shades stepped in front of her. “Babe, enough.”
“You better get her in hand, Brother, or I will,” Blood growled.
“Just go the fuck outside, Blood,” Shades snapped over his shoulder at the man.