Inked (Going All the Way #1) - Jenika Snow Page 0,34

door dinged with someone entering, but when he turned around and saw Tally standing there, he narrowed his eyes. “We’re closed, Tally, and your appointment with Ziggy isn’t until next Monday.” She was wearing her fuck-me heels again and another micro-mini skirt. She would have probably felt more comfortable whoring herself out on the corner of Colfax.

“Yeah, I know, but I thought you and I could finally have that talk.”

Naggie snorted and turned away from them.

“I don’t have anything to talk about. We’ve said all we need to say to last a lifetime.”

She crossed her arms under her chest, further emphasizing her cleavage, but all it caused inside him was disgust. “So, what, you think all I’m good for is a piece of ass?”

Naggie started laughing hard at that, and he turned and looked at her, as did Tally.

“What the hell is so funny?” Tally’s voice had risen an octave, and any minute, he expected her to stomp her foot like a two-year-old having a tantrum.

Naggie turned around, still laughing, but her humor slowly faded when she stared at Tally. “You want to know what I think is so funny?”

“That’s what I fucking asked,” Tally sneered out.

Naggie shook her head and glanced at him with this expression on her face that he knew was one part humor and three parts she was about to slap a bitch.

“I think it’s funny that you are such a stupid, whoring bitch and can’t take your head out of a man’s lap long enough to realize that Cadeon doesn’t want you.”

Tally squeaked. “What did you just say to me?” She may have six inches of height on Naggie, even without the heels on, but she was no match for the spitfire that lived within Naggie.

“You heard every damn word I said. I’m not the first person to ever tell your slutty ass to get the fuck out of here, and I know I won’t be the last.” Naggie snorted again. “Hell, this isn’t even the first time I’ve told you to keep your hands off what isn’t yours.”

Tally flipped her hair over her shoulder and looked at him. “Cadeon, are you going to let your employees talk to a customer like that?”

“You’re not a customer, and you need to leave.” For a moment, which was far too long as it was, no one said anything. Tally looked between him and Naggie, and then back at him again. “Leave, Tally. My girl is going to be coming by, and I want you the fuck out of here before you can start shit with her too.”

She narrowed her eyes. “So I’m not good enough for you to go exclusive with, but some tramp in town is?”

He growled low in his throat and was surprised by how threatening the sound actually was. “Watch it, Tally. I was barely putting up with you before, but if you start bad-mouthing my woman, I’m going to get really pissed.”

“What, going to hit me?”

He grinned, but it wasn’t humorous at all, and her smug little smile left her. “No, I don’t hit women, even ones like you.”

“But I do.” Naggie grinned and cracked her knuckles. “In fact, I have been doing a damn fine job of keeping my anger in check since the last time you and I met at the bar. Remember?”

Tally narrowed her eyes even further, which now made her look like she needed glasses. “Yeah, how can I forget? You threatened to smash my face into your windshield if I hit on your boyfriend again.” Tally tossed another piece of hair over her shoulder. “I was drunk and would have never hit on him to begin with. Guys that are all pierced up like that don’t do it for me.” She eyed Naggie up and down. “But I can tell you like the freaks, given as you are one.”

Right before he knew Naggie would have attacked Tally’s ass, the bell on the front door rang again. He turned and saw Stella walk in, and of course she arrived at the least convenient time.

She stopped and looked among the three of them. “Hey,” she greeted them, but there was a wariness in her voice. No doubt she could feel the thick, strangling sensation of annoyance, anger, and tension that lined the air.

He looked at Tally when he heard her grinding her teeth. She was staring at Stella with this narrowed-eyed and glaring expression.

“This is the bitch you picked over me? Some MC biker brat?” Tally asked in an outraged