“Yeah, you matched well,” agreed Marcus, wearing his usual clown-wide grin, which made most females melt while it irritated the shit out of Dante. She gave Trick a reprimanding look for his teasing, but Dante could see that she was hiding a smile. No sooner had he set aside his empty cereal bowl than Grace, undeniably the world’s best cook, collected it. “All I’m saying is that you guys looked cute together,” teased Trick as he leaned back in his seat opposite Dante at the long oak table. Was there a funny side to a female maintaining you were her mate to her seven brothers who wanted your balls on a plate for “abandoning” her? He knew the enforcers were playing with him, but he was too agitated to see the funny side of things. “She’s not my mate,” he repeated for the tenth time. Dante shot a fierce scowl over his coffee mug at Dominic, Tao, Trick, and Marcus.
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