Wrecked (Dueling Devils 3)

Gia opened her mouth.

“Close those sexy lips of yours, baby, this is non-negotiable.”

She gritted her teeth, not about to get into it in front of someone she didn’t even know.

Besides, it’d be a losing battle. Lefty was stubborn like that. He can’t expect anything from me when he’s already had it all. First lesson you learned on the streets, there’s no such thing as gifts.

It was a mistake she’d only made once.

“Half a wardrobe, got it,” Autumn said. “What does she—you like to wear.” Autumn

glanced from Gia to Lefty.

“Oh, this is his show, I’m just here to be entertained.” Gia smirked, giving Lefty a cool

smile.

“Gia thinks I don’t know her. She couldn’t be more wrong. I know she’s closer to a size

eight, but needs a ten to contain that ass I love so much.”

The truth, in his words made her look at him with wide eyes.

“I want to see skinny jeans, skirts, sexy tops, and sexy as hell but practical shoes. Baby girl is on her feet all day putting in long hours at work. Make sure you don’t dress her like a club whore. She’s a boss running things.” His gaze stayed trained on her own.

Is this how he sees me? The picture he painted surprised her. He’d been paying close attention. It thrilled her more than it should. No man had ever taken the time to do anything like that.

Autumn laughed. “This is a first. Follow me, guys.” She lead them over to a comfy black

couch. “Gia, you have a seat. Lefty, you come with me.”

Gia sank down on the black sofa and tried not to squirm. She’d already experienced Lefty

every way possible, yet this felt too intimate. In need of a distraction, she studied the store. It wasn’t what you’d expect from a biker owned establishment. The clothes ranged from club wear like booty shorts and leather to everyday jeans and t-shirts. Someone has good taste. She eyed a few of the casual shirts with edgy designs with approval.

Demon was smart as he had legit business all over the place. It kept the Feds off his back and the money cleanish. Not that anyone in Newsom complained. There were worse clubs to have in your town and they knew it. The Dueling Devils kept a low profile, for the most part.

Any trouble that came their way tended to be from others trying to come into Newson and invade Dueling Devils territory.

“Are you ready, Gia? I want to see your ass in some of these jeans.”

Lefty’s voice drew her back to the present. “Don’t get your hopes up. If I don’t like it, I’m not wearing it.”

“You’ll like it.” He sat down beside her and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. “And

every time you wear it, you’ll remember just how well I know you.” He trailed his fingertips down her arm.

Gia wanted to slap the smugness off him. Mostly because he was right. “We’ll see.” She

faked the confidence she didn’t have and stood.

Autumn lead her to the fitting rooms a few feet away. “I didn’t know Lefty had an old lady.”

“He doesn’t,” Gia argued.

“Hah, I don’t think he’d agree with that statement.”

The amusement in Autumn’s tone made Gia roll her eyes. “Well, he’d be wrong.”