Cruz (Dark and Dirty Sinners' MC #5) - Serena Akeroyd Page 0,135
legs to any guy I chose—I didn't have to do it to earn my keep.
And it wasn't like there weren't other jobs available, for God's sake.
Because I didn't like my train of thought, as I sounded a little too judgmental and it made me feel like a prick, I watched as Giulia kept her eyes trained on my brother like she could see into his chest to monitor his heart.
"Hey Cammie." Nyx cleared his throat—not that he was nervous, but having the mother of your kid stare at you like that, was enough to make any man's balls draw up into his body.
Any wise man, anyway.
It was nice, actually.
Nyx, in this, was normal.
Miracles really did fucking happen.
"Nyx! Thank God. You're okay."
Giulia scowled, prompting Nyx to scowl back at her.
"Since when was he nice?" Giulia asked me quietly.
"Maybe you turned him over a new leaf?" I asked, shooting him an amused smile which he returned with another grimace.
"I'm fine, Cammie. We're all..." He sighed. "Fine."
"Enya told me that the clubhouse was obliterated."
“Fucking bunnies.” Giulia rumbled under her breath. “She told you that, hmm, but didn't tell you Nyx was okay as well? All goddamn liars.”
Nyx pressed mute and retorted, "Thought you didn't have a problem with her."
"Yeah, well, apparently I'm all hormonal," she snarled, folding her arms across her chest. "And don't appreciate my Old Man having a conversation with some slut he used to bone."
Nyx tilted his head to the side, and there was a twinkle in his eye that had me groaning.
Jesus.
"You're jealous."
"Bet your ass I'm jealous," Giulia snapped.
"That's irrational," was the genius's next comment, as Cammie spoke to no one, "Nyx? Are you there?"
"Irrational, am I?" Giulia growled.
"Well, considering that he sampled all the goods, Giulia, and never claimed her, I guess that could be considered irrational," I said dryly, trying to stymie the eye fuck that Nyx was giving his Old Lady.
She snarled under her breath, "Thanks for the reminder, Indy."
"He wasn't a saint," I pointed out. "Not like that comes as news to anyone here."
Nyx's eyes were still brimming with heat as he turned off mute and murmured, "Thanks so much for calling, Cammie. We're all fine here."
"But, wasn't today the funeral?"
"Yeah, well, there's nothing more fine than being dead, is there? It’s the living who have to clean up the mess. I’ll see you around. Take care of yourself."
And with that majestic reply, he cut the call.
Giulia's jealousy seemed to disappear as both of us gaped at him.
"With magical wooing words like that, Nyx, it's a wonder you fucked anyone," I told him with a sniff. "We're fine when we're dead, are we?"
He got to his feet. ”Well, it's not like anyone can hurt you, is it? It's the living who suffer."
"Words to bring a child into this world to," I grumbled, shooting Giulia a look.
She smirked. "It's a good job you've got a Terminator dick, Nyx. That's definitely done most of the talking for you."
"Is that supposed to hurt my ego, baby," he rumbled, leaning over my desk, and somehow taking up most of it so that he was nearly in her face.
Aware some kind of disturbing courting was going down, I shoved him, earning myself a glower. "This is my place of business. Giulia's working for me now."
"I am?" Giulia asked, her surprise clear.
"Yeah, you are. Not like there's an army of brothers to feed right now, and no clubwhores to rally around and get them cleaning something that isn't there.
"You can help out here since David's AWOL.”
She cast me a look then her gaze drifted over to Nyx. "What about when he comes back?” she asked, but I knew she was testing the waters.
"If he comes back," Nyx corrected, prompting another elbow in his side from me but I saw the unholy glee light up in Giulia’s eyes and knew, after our conversation, she took that as Nyx declaring that David was a dead-man-walking. Even though, technically, neither of us were supposed to know shit about club business. And even though, technically, I’d already taken out the trash for the MC…
She wasn’t to know that, was she?
"Either way, there's work here for you.” I cleared my throat. “But I ain't about to watch you two eye fuck each other over the desk, you read me?"
"You sound just like Mom."
Giulia's brows rose at that. "That's probably the first time you've mentioned you had a mom."
"You mean, you thought he was spawned from a— Where was the Terminator spawned from?"