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Authors: Scarlett Finn
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table. ‘They say that all geniuses end up insane.’
‘They say the same of fools,’ Blaser said, giving his cousin the evil eye.
‘I wanted to return this,’ Brianna said, thrusting his jacket at him and changing the subject – as she was good at.
‘Thanks.’
‘I tried your apartment, but you weren’t in. I thought Gus might know where you were… I’m glad I found you. I wanted to say thanks for last night.’
‘No problem,’ he said. ‘Did you sleep ok?’
Curling a finger under her chin, he turned her face toward the light to see that her cheek was discoloured, but she’d covered it with makeup. This close to her he couldn’t help thinking that she looked as great in jeans and a scoop neck tank as she had in last night’s skimpy outfit.
‘Yeah. The bedroom window wouldn’t open but other than that it was great.’
‘You want me to come and look at it?’ he said aware that his hands were filthy.
‘Oh, no, I’m heading out just now.’
‘Where are you going?’
‘To meet a friend,’ she said. ‘He’s going to help me—‘
‘He?’ Blaser asked. She had said that she got on fine without sex, but that didn’t mean that men weren’t sniffing around for it.
‘Yes,’ she said. ‘Don’t get jealous, Love. The colour doesn’t suit you.’
Her teasing reminded him that his cousin was watching, so Blaser cleared his throat and used her tactic of changing the subject. ‘The briefing is at nine thirty tonight, which is switch over time when the girls are in,’ he said. ‘I could come over before, open up the bedroom window, and then give you a ride to the club.’
‘You would do that?’
‘Sure,’ he said. ‘I’ll text you when I’m on my way.’
‘Great,’ she smiled. ‘I’ve switched my SIM, so if you want the number… Do you have a pen?’
They both looked at Gus who took a while to remember that they were in his place meaning that it was him who needed to retrieve the stationary. When Gus got back to them with the pen, Bri grabbed Blaser’s elbow and lifted it so she could write her phone number on the inside of his forearm, beneath the folded up sleeve of his overalls.
‘Thanks,’ she said and handed Gus his pen.
‘No worries,’ Gus said, Bri bestowed on him a smile then she spun around and disappeared.
Blaser closed the door and only then noticed the grin on his cousin’s face. ‘What?’
‘You would do that?’ Gus mimicked Bri. ‘Damn, she looks good. Maybe I’ll fix her window and chase her down for the paperwork.’
‘I dare you to think about it,’ Blaser threatened, giving his cousin a shove. Violence wasn’t usually his first instinct, but the smile on Gus’ face was driving him toward it. ‘She’s been screwed around enough without adding you and your shit to the mix.’
‘Where the fuck did you find her at three in the morning?’
Knowing that it would come out eventually, Blaser gave his cousin a rundown of events with regards to Rafe. As he went on with the story, all mischief left Gus and he became serious business, folding his arms as he listened intently.
‘So she’s under your protection, that’s what you’re telling me?’
‘Yeah,’ Blaser said, having not thought of it that way until now. ‘Yeah, that’s exactly what I’m saying.’
‘Which means that she’s under all of our protection. Any woman claimed by a Warner gets full family and affiliate protection, so you better be damn sure she’s worth it before we wade into god knows what. It means we’re all willing to go to jail or die to protect this woman if that’s what it takes.’
He doubted, hoped, it would never come to that. ‘If that’s what it takes then that’s what I’ll do,’ Blaser said.
‘Then she’s under Warner protection. It would take a lunatic to approach her now, especially here or at the club, but I’ll put the word out.
‘She doesn’t have to know about this, does she?’ Blaser asked and Gus’ mischief returned.
‘Do
‘They say the same of fools,’ Blaser said, giving his cousin the evil eye.
‘I wanted to return this,’ Brianna said, thrusting his jacket at him and changing the subject – as she was good at.
‘Thanks.’
‘I tried your apartment, but you weren’t in. I thought Gus might know where you were… I’m glad I found you. I wanted to say thanks for last night.’
‘No problem,’ he said. ‘Did you sleep ok?’
Curling a finger under her chin, he turned her face toward the light to see that her cheek was discoloured, but she’d covered it with makeup. This close to her he couldn’t help thinking that she looked as great in jeans and a scoop neck tank as she had in last night’s skimpy outfit.
‘Yeah. The bedroom window wouldn’t open but other than that it was great.’
‘You want me to come and look at it?’ he said aware that his hands were filthy.
‘Oh, no, I’m heading out just now.’
‘Where are you going?’
‘To meet a friend,’ she said. ‘He’s going to help me—‘
‘He?’ Blaser asked. She had said that she got on fine without sex, but that didn’t mean that men weren’t sniffing around for it.
‘Yes,’ she said. ‘Don’t get jealous, Love. The colour doesn’t suit you.’
Her teasing reminded him that his cousin was watching, so Blaser cleared his throat and used her tactic of changing the subject. ‘The briefing is at nine thirty tonight, which is switch over time when the girls are in,’ he said. ‘I could come over before, open up the bedroom window, and then give you a ride to the club.’
‘You would do that?’
‘Sure,’ he said. ‘I’ll text you when I’m on my way.’
‘Great,’ she smiled. ‘I’ve switched my SIM, so if you want the number… Do you have a pen?’
They both looked at Gus who took a while to remember that they were in his place meaning that it was him who needed to retrieve the stationary. When Gus got back to them with the pen, Bri grabbed Blaser’s elbow and lifted it so she could write her phone number on the inside of his forearm, beneath the folded up sleeve of his overalls.
‘Thanks,’ she said and handed Gus his pen.
‘No worries,’ Gus said, Bri bestowed on him a smile then she spun around and disappeared.
Blaser closed the door and only then noticed the grin on his cousin’s face. ‘What?’
‘You would do that?’ Gus mimicked Bri. ‘Damn, she looks good. Maybe I’ll fix her window and chase her down for the paperwork.’
‘I dare you to think about it,’ Blaser threatened, giving his cousin a shove. Violence wasn’t usually his first instinct, but the smile on Gus’ face was driving him toward it. ‘She’s been screwed around enough without adding you and your shit to the mix.’
‘Where the fuck did you find her at three in the morning?’
Knowing that it would come out eventually, Blaser gave his cousin a rundown of events with regards to Rafe. As he went on with the story, all mischief left Gus and he became serious business, folding his arms as he listened intently.
‘So she’s under your protection, that’s what you’re telling me?’
‘Yeah,’ Blaser said, having not thought of it that way until now. ‘Yeah, that’s exactly what I’m saying.’
‘Which means that she’s under all of our protection. Any woman claimed by a Warner gets full family and affiliate protection, so you better be damn sure she’s worth it before we wade into god knows what. It means we’re all willing to go to jail or die to protect this woman if that’s what it takes.’
He doubted, hoped, it would never come to that. ‘If that’s what it takes then that’s what I’ll do,’ Blaser said.
‘Then she’s under Warner protection. It would take a lunatic to approach her now, especially here or at the club, but I’ll put the word out.
‘She doesn’t have to know about this, does she?’ Blaser asked and Gus’ mischief returned.
‘Do
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