“Get out,” Leith replies. “Still bickering like old hags!”
Curious, I gesture toward Chevelle. “How’s Nosey Nora sleeping through it? Don’t say—”
“Aye, I gave her a little something.” Leith clears his throat.
“Benadryl,” Camdyn adds, continuing to pop off at the mouth.
“Cam,ye told him to drug his wife.” Forgive me for turning into Mr. Give-a-Feck. It has to be all Justice’s bullshite movies.
Now, Camdyn’s complaining, “You all forgot what it feels like to live in a house with fifty kid brothers? Not me, so cut the pussy whisperer act.”
“Och, that was a good one.” I chuckle.
Leith pauses from glancing over the laptop. We all laugh. He mutters, “This is new.”
“What?” My eyebrow lifts.
“We’re evolving.” Camdyn nods.
“Aye,” I reply as we nod in agreement. A few months ago, Leith was being blackmailed. The cybercriminal in question opened a big arse can of worms that led back to Chevelle, and the Romans got involved. My bràthair tried to handle the situation at first, nae clan assistance. Camdyn and I cut in best we could. That led us to two days ago when the Romans retaliated. It’s a misunderstanding, but Erika got caught in the middle and ended up in the hospital. She saved Chevelle’s life. When I accompanied Twigs to New Mexico to keep her safe, I had nae idea how Justice played into the whole thing.
Leith rubs Chevelle’s back, saying, “Fun’s over, bawbags. I’ve changed my mind about killing Fausto. I’ll support my hen’s decision and see who this woman is first.”
Ain’t wit I like to hear, but I appreciate Leith not handling shite on his own. Chevelle’s clan. I grunt my agreement.
“I ain’t happy, but I trust your instincts.” Camdyn shrugs. He lifts the sword. “This is mine now, though.”
After Camdyn takes his leave, I’m about to walk out when Leith asks, “So, Brody, ye’re smitten with Justice?”
In thought, I groom my beard. “I appreciate the challenge.”
“That ain’t the question I asked ya. But, aye, the challenge. Same reason I became addicted to Chevelle. All my life, a new hurdle.”
I lift a shoulder. The only advice I’ll take from anyone is wit word will unravel the chastity belt around Justice’s pussy.
It has to be a word. She’s all about talk. I’m staring toward the door when Leith clicks his tongue. “Ye know, if ya feck over her heart, my wife’s gonna hateye . . . more than she does.”
I wriggle my jaw. “One day, I’m gonna tell Chevelle how I pointed her out to ye. We were standing down the hall.”
Leith chuckles. “Watching her lovely arse while she picked up fallen textbooks.”
“I had football practice, so ye had Mam buyya a gaming console. Learned to play right quick—all those little things. Yeah, I probably would’ve fecked her once.” But that friend of hers, I’ll screw her a few more times before tossing her aside.
“Brody,” Leith growls, about my banging his bonny, wee wife. If anyone only knew the predatory thoughts I harbor for her good friend.
“Nae, all I’m saying is my sister-in-law picked the right MacKenzie. Ya think I can be more like ye, little bràthair?”
“Nae.” Leith shakes his head. “But I feel privileged that ye asked.”
My lips tip into a slimy grin. “Aye, probably not. Ye’re welcome. Might as well add, I’m gonna crack that friend of yer wife’s. Cam’s right—my dick loves fat cunts. Just so ya know, I’m good with Chevelle hating me.” And I don’t give two fecks if Justice Flowers hates me too.