Wrecked (Dueling Devils 3)

“Give a what?”

“You know, showing you give a shit. You smart ass.”

Lefty smirked. “Yeah, I know.”

“You tell her your story?”

“No, it’s not time for that.”

“Better make it soon. Bitches think you’re lying and the shit goes downhill.”

“You a fucking relationship guru now?”

“I’m trying to help your ass out. You’re chasing after her like a fucking puppy. I can’t have my VP losing all his cred.”

“I already went down in the history books. I taught all you mother fuckers how to be

smooth.”

“Keep telling yourself that when you’re getting shot down repeatedly by Gia.”

“Harsh.”

Demon gave him a smirk. “True. How’s that whole thing coming along?”

Lefty shrugged. “Sometimes, I think I’m making progress and then she shuts

down again.

Given what I know about her past, I get it, but she’s driving me insane.”

“You’re handling her with kid gloves and shit. It’s weird, not like you.”

“There’s something about her. I need to figure this shit out or it’s going to haunt me,” Lefty admitted, continuing to gaze at her through the glass.

“I know the feeling.” Demon kept his gaze trained on the window behind him.

Lefty made the sound of the whip and flicked his wrist.

“Hey, my old lady is marrying me and having my baby. If I cater to her it’s because I want to keep having sex and not lose my balls. Pregnancy hormones are no fucking joke.”

“I’ll take your word for it.”

“You don’t want kids?” Demon asked.

“I don’t know. I like other people’s kids. I don’t know about my own. We aren’t there

anyway.”

“Things have a way of escalating quickly, best to have a game plan.”

“Just because you couldn’t wait to sperm Ardy down doesn’t mean the same will happen to

me.”

“Uh-huh, have fun picking yourself off the floor when she gets done knocking you on your

ass.”