Page 14 of Outlaw

Shoving the phone into my jeans pocket, I get up. “She’s staying. End of story,” I tell her and leave the meeting room.

“We’re not done here, Si!” she calls out after me.

Nope, that would be too fucking easy. Without looking back, I head over toward Axe, who’s chalking his cue at the pool table.

“Do me a favor.” I nod my head toward Sabrina. She’s standing exactly where I left her while everyone else goes about their usual business as if she isn’t there.

“What do you need, bro?”

“Keep an eye on her. Cindy’s on the warpath. I don’t want her in the crossfire.”

“I can do a lot more than watch that piece of ass in my bed tonight, no problem.”

“Don’t fucking bring that shit up,” I warn him, a little surprised by the threatening tone in my own voice. “Don’t even say a word in her fucking direction.”

“Sure, whatever. Sorry, man.” Axe puts his hands up with the pool cue still between his fingers.

“Cool. I’ll be back in a while.”

“Roger that.”

“And don’t let anyone touch her.”

“I’ll make sure they leave her alone.”

“Thanks.”

It takes me less than five minutes to go upstairs to my room and grab the first t-shirt and sweatpants I find in my dresser drawer, yet I return downstairs to find that Axe is focused on his game of pool as Cindy gets in Sabrina’s face.