Page 47 of Dark Knight (Knight's Ridge Empire 10)

“Insatiable.” he grins.

“Jesus. I’m not fucking you,” I hiss.

“Did I say you were?” His cheeky smile is all it takes for me to back down. “Seriously though, just keep your phone on and maybe dig out some of that jewellery your dad’s given you over the years,” he says, his eyes dropping to my chest once more to where my necklace should sit.

I roll my eyes. I’m more than aware that every piece of jewellery I’ve ever been given by my parents is tracked. It took a few years and the guys turning up when I was least expecting them to figure it out, but I did.

Mostly, I try to avoid wearing it at all costs. But there are times when I have little choice but to take the threats on our Family seriously, and I reluctantly fasten a necklace or bracelet on my body just in case.

Thanks to their refusal to train me up like Stella, I’m basically a sitting duck for any of our enemies.

I’m feeling a little more prepared for that kind of situation since Stella has been working with me at Mickey’s and teaching me how to throw a decent punch. And we’ve snuck out onto the shooting range when the boys have been distracted, so at least I’m half confident that I could take someone down if need be. Not that any of them would allow me to carry a gun.

Sometimes, I hate being a girl in a man’s world.

“Can you stop staring at my tits now, Alex?”

“Oh, so now you’ve got the intel you want, you’re putting away the goods?” he mocks. “They’re good tits. You should be proud.”

I sit back, crossing my legs and folding my arms as I glare at him.

“What? If I had a pair like that, I’d be playing with them all day long.”

“Because you don’t play with your dick enough,” I quip.

“I’d rather you played with it.”

“Why am I friends with you?” I mutter.

“I dunno, been asking myself the same question.”

“Clearly, you won me over with your wit and sparkling personality,” I say as he picks up his empty plate and takes it to the kitchen, stealing a handful of my abandoned chips in the process.

“Well, yeah. That’s obvious.”

“Big headed much.”

“Not as big as my—”

“Have a day off, yeah?” I laugh, watching him as he puts his plate in the dishwasher and pulls a new can of Coke from the fridge, cracking it open and downing the lot.

I watch with wide eyes, vividly remembering someone else doing that exact thing. Only, when Alex is done he crushes the can and lets out an almighty burp.

“Sexy,” I mutter.

“Damn right, baby.”

Reaching behind him, he drags his previously sweaty shirt off and throws it into the washing machine beside him.

“And I’m all yours, if you want me,” he offers, his hands dropping beneath the counter before he bends over.

“Tell me you didn’t just—”

“Fancy joining me in the shower?” he asks, stepping out from behind the island completely fucking naked with just his hand cupping his junk—thank fuck.

“No, thanks. I’m good. I should probably just—”

His phone buzzes on the counter and he immediately reaches for it, ignoring what I was saying as a frown pulls at his brows.