Property of Drex (Book 1)(26)
“Axle,” I yell, watching him as he walks by my room on his way to the roof. He turns and looks expectantly. “Send my girl down. Tell her to look pretty.”
Axle smirks and nods before disappearing into the door, and I turn back toward Sledge. “Showtime. Verse her on what to say.”
A squeal forces Sledge and me to look up simultaneously, and Axle walks out of my room while laughing. I tilt my head when he grins like a fool.
“Girl was naked and waiting,” he says while heading back toward the roof again.
Sledge bursts out laughing, but I get a little pissed about the fact Axle just saw her bare body. In my bed. Shit. That’s my fault because I told her to be waiting.
“Lucky son of a bitch,” Sledge says through a touch of laughter. “Has the girl even eaten today?”
That’s a good question. I know I’m fucking starving. It was after eight this morning before we went to sleep, and it was fucking seven before I woke up. Seven!! Now that dick has stayed until ten, and all I’ve had is a slice of reheated pizza.
“Verse her on what to say,” I repeat to Sledge while glaring at Axle’s back on his way topside.
I walk over and open the door to the two very impatient FBI agents, and smirk while I block their way and their view. “You lost, boys?” I ask, lacing each word with complete disinterest.
They both look early thirties, possibly late twenties. Just what I need—two hotshots who are trying to make a name for themselves. I should have delved deeper into their identities last night before accidentally falling asleep with Eve.
“Care to explain why a known drug dealer just spent half the night here?” the cockiest one asks.
Apparently these guys think they’re intimidating. But I’m curious as to how they knew who my company was.
“Care to answer why you’re harassing my warehouse like two stalker bitches?”
They both snicker quietly, acting as though this is their turf. They don’t have the home advantage, and they’d be wise to remember that. It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve made feds disappear from Halo.
“I’m fairly sure this is just a friendly chat. It’s convenient that you didn’t answer until after Mark Harrison left.”
So they really did know who was here. Someone’s leaking information. But not from my crew. So who?
I glance at my watch, feigning boredom.
“I had company, and you weren’t invited. If Harrison is a known drug dealer, then why are you harassing me instead of him? Oh, that’s right. In order to actually do something to either of us, you’d need a warrant.”
Their laughter fades, but they keep their smirks in place.
“We don’t need a warrant to knock or to sit out on the street. And that’s where we’ll be, Caine. All day, all night—every time you look outside, we’ll be here. At your clubs, salons, spas… all of it. You’ll give us a reason for a warrant soon enough.”
Small arms slide around my waist, and I open my arm for Eve to step in and play the part Sledge just told her to.
“Hey, Drex. You ready?” she asks, sounding a little too sexy.
Both of the men stare at her, and I almost punch the one who bites down on his bottom lip.
“Sorry, boys,” I say insincerely. “I suppose you’ll have to harass me later. My girl and I have plans for the night.”
Eve leans into me, kissing my chest through my shirt, and I glance down to see her wearing a short pair of shorts and a shirt that hangs just off her shoulder again. Her hair is still slightly damp, and I’m pretty sure I’d love nothing more than to push her against the wall and fuck her until she screams right now.
I shut the door, and Eve takes a deep breath while moving back just barely. You’d think she just went on a stage in front of thousands of people with the way her hands are shaking.
“I think I was supposed to say more, but I froze,” she says so fucking honestly, and I can’t help but laugh.
“Yeah. Little bit. But it was good enough.”
She relaxes a little just as Sledge walks up, covering his smile with his hand. But then his seriousness sets in. “I think it’s time we deal with this. I’ll call Herrin and we’ll discuss getting our lawyers out here. We pay them good money for a reason. Shit’s getting real,” he says, and I curse silently.
“Go eat something,” I tell Eve, pulling her a little closer. “I’m apparently going to be a while.”
“I’m starving,” she says in a quick breath, and she almost races toward the kitchen. Damn girl is so eager to please that she didn’t even bother eating.
I laugh with Sledge, and can’t help but feel oddly at ease with her here. I’ve known the girl for two days, and yet she fits pretty damn well. But then I remind myself her father fit in well, too. He fit in quickly. He was so damn nervous that we felt sorry for the bastard and assumed he was a genuine guy.