“I overheard Uno talking to Abel about it. Abel didn’t want to hurt you, and he said not to tell you, but I thought you should know. I thought maybe it’d make things easier if you did. You should drop by The Inferno and surprise your husband with a just because blowie.”
My cheeks redden.
“Just trying to get the ball or balls rolling.” She smirks and Ruger starts crying.
“You’re terrible.”
“I know.” Picking Ruger up from his swing her nose scrunches. “Ew. Maybe you should change him. Get you some practice.”
“How about no. That’s my cue to leave.”
“Yeah. Yeah. Remember what I said. Make that husband of yours fall in love. Use your body. Do whatever you have to but keep him happy. It’ll work out.”
I sure hope so.
Chapter 6
Abel
“Two-ball, left corner.” I point with my stick and line up my shot.
“That Oaklyn, damn, man. She can give mean head.” ATL grins.
I sink the ball. “She’s a fine piece. If that’s what you’re into.”
“You tap that?” Trucker wraps an arm around my shoulder and nods toward Teagan.
“No and if you’re smart, you’ll stay away. That’s Murphy’s sweet ass.”
Harlem rubs his chin. “Looks like to me your man Murphy got him some strange.”
“Fuck me. Who is that? Damn she fine.” Snoop smacks ATL across the chest, shoving him backwards.
I look across the bar toward the door and smirk when I see Ainsley canvassing the room looking for me. Murphy is standing at her side keeping a close eye on my wife like I ordered him to. I gave him the detail because I know he won’t cut her any slack and won’t hesitate to report to me.
“That would be my wife.” I hand my stick off to Trucker.
“Fuck. We thought maybe she was a damn toad or some shit with the way you keep her locked away but now I see how it is.” ATL nods giving her a second look.
“Just remember lookin’ is all you can do, and we won’t have any problems.”
“Damn, Prez. She got a sister? Fat cousin?” Trucker might as well be wagging his damn tongue at her.
“Shut the fuck up and stop eye-fuckin’ my woman.” I move toward her.
The corners of her mouth lift into a smile when our gazes meet.
“I got her from here, Murph.”
“Later, Prez,” he tells me in his gravelly voice, no doubt going to find Teagan.
“Heard you had a run in with the local five-o.”
“It was nothing.”
“What brings you here?”
“I was bored.”