Page 76 of Tangled Lies

“You touch me, and I will throat punch you, sweetheart,” I said.

Jett’s finger poked my cheek.

“Aww, but pretty girl said I could keep you company.”

I reached out and punched him just hard enough.

“Ouch. I’m telling Margaux. Margaux, come kiss my boo-boo,” Jett said, but he shifted a little farther away like he actually thought she would come back here. Instead I was trying to ignore the way her ass flashed us as her skirt shifted when she moved to get into Knox’s lap.

Fuck. Who would have thought even he had a thing for her? Maybe that was some kind of fucking miracle.

I went back to watching the warehouse.

Knox, on the other hand, held up night-vision binoculars she hadn't noticed.

“This will pick up movements of heat. It can pick up a lot more than the human eye at night. There is also a good chance that the truck doing the delivery hasn’t left yet and should be passing by soon.”

So we sat and waited, looking for exactly what Knox said.

Jett couldn’t be patient, like usual, and slid to the middle seat and then leaned into the front.

“Knoxy, how are you are so calm with pretty girl sitting on your lap like that? I’m hard just watching her breathe.”

Knox didn’t even move his head, never breaking his concentration.

“Some of us have self-control, J. You planning to sit in the car with her while we go in?”

Rain started to fall in thick drops against the windows, the sound loud in the SUV. Fuck.

“They’ll move faster with the rain,” I said, grabbing for the binoculars from Knox. “Did you see that? There was a small… yeah. Someone lit a cigarette. The truck should be moving any minute if they’re already taking a break.”

“Alright, Margaux. Take your ass back to Jett so we can go take care of business,” Knox said.

She didn’t move.

“How about you just take me with you? Wouldn’t my father-in-law love that I was involved?”

Ronan reached across and grabbed her face.

“No. Women aren’t good for much in Barone’s eyes. You’ve earned one point for your whole loyalty comment, which by the way, I didn’t expect you to be such a good little liar.”

She shook her head to get his hand away.

“Well, I’ve been learning from the best, and I don’t just mean my uncle. Tell me, Ronan, how long did you think you were going to be able to hide this whole wedding thing purely to get something from my trust fund?”

I looked back at the warehouse and made out the truck driving without the lights on. It was almost time.

“Ronan, can you please fuck with our bride later? We need to take care of this,” I said. The word bride was a very intentional choice. She could only marry one of us, and he was the logical choice for the protection of his name alone. It just felt like, well,it felt like one of us had something the others didn’t and that wasn’t right. We didn’t do that.

I pushed the thought aside and opened the door, knowing the others would follow.

I got five steps from the SUV and realized I’d only heard one other door close.

“Knox, where is Ronan? Isn’t Jett watching her?”

Knox grabbed for his gun in the holster under his arm.

“She’s putting up a fight. He’ll be right out.”