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“I believe him,” Grant adds. “You should’ve seen his jump scare when he saw Ruby on the porch. He was surprised to see her.”
“See!” I swipe my hand toward Grant. “Why can’t you be reasonable like your hot Reacher brother?”
“Watch out,” Grant warns. “Of all my brothers, Axel can reasonably kill dozens and never get caught. Don’t tempt him to lose his best paralegal, too.”
“Oh, don’t worry,” I huff. “That ship has sailed the take-this-job-and-shove-it sea.”
I close my eyes because I can’t look at Axel for another second.
His stupid, sociopathic jealousy is making me catch way too many feels. Add those to the orgasm his hand has given me and his mind-scrambling, heart-melting kiss … and I couldn’t name my emotions if they wore a sticker like:
HELLO, my name is…
Bitch, shook over a Mafia Man
I don’t want to see him. Talk to him. Keep remembering his kiss. Or that I called him “my king.” Or that he said I was his queen.
I can still feel …him… swimming in my bloodstream.
And after today.
I don’t think I’ll ever stop feeling Axel everywhere.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
AXEL
I watch Ruby fall asleep,and if blue balls are a thing, I’ve got a pair. And if I don’t get another kiss from her soon, I’ll lose my mind.
But Brayton fucking Jervis, the quarterback?
Andhis husband?
They know my queen in the biblical sense?
This is hell.
Yes, I’m a hypocrite. There’s a room on the second floor of my mom’s club, and years ago, if I met a woman or three I liked—okay, one time there were four—we’d go up there.
But that man is dead.
I want a different life with Ruby, and deep down, it’s kind of fucking sweet.
Yes, she didwhateverwith bisexual NFL players, but she’s protecting them, too. Most women would exploit them or out them. Fuck an NDA. The payoff for a sex scandal exposing a famous football player to the press would be worth it.
But Ruby won’t rat them out. She won’t hurt them. She’sloyal.
She only told us when Brayton said she could. And it’s not like my gun gave them a choice and?—
“Hey, fuckwad.” Grant snaps me out of my haze, staring at Ruby’s long, fluttering eyelashes.
“What?”
He jerks his thumb toward the jet’s bedroom, and I know what’s coming.
He closes the door behind us and yells at me in a whisper, “She’s your fucking queen, and you know it!”
“No shit, Reacher dick.”