I narrow my eyes, looking down at her. “Ouch?”
She huffs, pushing black curls out of her eyesight. “What did you do to my new friend?”
Made her orgasm on the floor of my room.“What?” I ask, confused, but Amiyah is smart and has known me for most of my life.
“You did something. She leaves to go talk to her aunt and comes back breathless and scared. So,” she pokes my chest with her almond-shaped nail, “what did you do?”
“How do you know it was me?”
Her mouth tips into a sad smile, eyes empathetic as she whispers, “You know why.”
I clear my throat, about to tell her to fuck off, when voices reach my ear. Copper-red hair tumbling over the small swell of her breasts, streaks of green catching and holding my gaze for a second before flashing away. “Hey, Amiyah, we’re heading into town for a little bit. I have something I need to handle and then we thought about going shopping. Do you want to come?” Brixley’s raspy voice pulls my soul into a vise-like grip, squeezing around my vocal cords. Leaving me silent as I watch them. Watch her.
Primrose, the broken angel, holds up a hand. “Not so you can buy us stuff either.” Primrose is beautiful. Her long white hair enchanting. Eyes a cold blue, but there is something about them. Like shattered shards of glass. Still beautiful but broken.
Vance walks up behind them as Amiyah laughs, saying something in response, but I’m too busy counting Brixley’s freckles to hear. “Maybe you guys want a man’s opinion when trying to pick out clothes?” Vance asks, and I smirk, shaking my head.
“Ew,” Amiyah says, sending him a glare as she slips her arms through the girls’, leading them out of the kitchen.
“What has happened to the ruthless mafia heir we all despise?” I ask, sliding a cup of coffee over to Vance.
He glares, gulping down his hot drink. “Right here, motherfucker.”
I tsk, “You giving an initiate a marshmallow says otherwise.”
He grins. “She loved it, even giggled.”
“That.” I slap my hand against the island. “That’s what I’m talking about.”
His smile drops, eyes growing dark. “I want her. I don’t want to torture her for some revenge plan. Bully her until she submits. Scare her until she despises me.” His jaw tics. He’s right, though, I want to do all of that and so much more to Brixley. “For once in my life, I want to be someone’s safe haven, and if that makes me a pussy in your book, maybe it’s time to rewrite it.”
“Why is there so much testosterone in this kitchen at nine o’clock on a Saturday?” Madden asks, eyeing Vance and I suspiciously. Madden has always been our peace maker. Not sweet by any means, but softer.
“No reason,” Vance and I grumble at the same side.
Madden pauses, looking between us, calculating, seeming as if he’s at war with something, before he shakes his head. He goes to pour coffee in his golden cup. “Where’s Amiyah?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Vance grins.
Madden doesn’t say anything, waiting for one of us to be an adult and answer his question.
“She went shopping with her new friends,” I supply.
Madden stops, eyes connecting with mine. “With Brixley?” I nod. “Is that safe?”
“I think it is for now,” I say lowly.
Devlin comes in, shirtless as always. Stupid grin on his face. “We doing the thing tonight?”
I nod. “Yeah, I think we are.”
10
Brixley
We pullup to Club Nine, and I jump out of the Uber. It’s daylight so the neon lights aren’t flashing, no long line with a bouncer standing guard at the door with a scowl. “You guys go ahead, I’ll catch up. Just have to do something first.”
Amiyah’s smile drops. “Are you sure you don’t want us to wait for you?”