Bitter Queen (Advantage Play #4) - Kelsie Rae Page 0,55
they were ripped away from him. I can’t imagine what it must’ve been like to be betrayed by one of your own. When we found out that Vince, a soldier in the family, had been feeding information to one of our enemies, we eradicated the problem with a bullet to his head. Jack doesn’t have that privilege.
And that’s a bitch to come to terms with.
“Do you want to go back?” I ask, unable to help myself. “If you had the chance.”
Sighing, he looks back at me with bloodshot eyes. “Where else would I go?”
I shrug one shoulder and take a quick swig of my drink while eyeing him casually. Once I’ve swallowed, I offer, “You could stay here.”
You’d think I offered to send him to Mars by the way his entire face scrunches up. “I, uh…I couldn’t do that.”
“Why not?”
“I…I don’t know.”
“We’re not as bad as you think, Jack.” I slap him on the back. “In a way, we’re set up just like the justice system, but King is the judge, jury, and President,” I point out with a smirk.
“And what are you?”
“Executioner, and VP.”
He laughs. “But the government doesn’t dabble in illegal activities.”
My amusement bounces off the walls as I fight the urge to slap my knee. “You serious? You don’t think they dabble in illegal activities? Come on, Jack. You can’t be that naive.”
Jaw tight, he exhales long and slow before looking back at me. “I know you’re right. It’s just––”
“Like finding out that Santa isn’t real but still wanting to believe for another holiday season or two because facing the truth before you’re ready is depressing as hell? I get it. Just know that Kingston isn’t a bad guy. We do what needs to be done to keep our world spinning and to keep our family safe, but we don’t take any of it lightly. Understood?”
He stays quiet for a second before coming to his conclusion. “Yeah. I get it. If I’ve learned anything while staying here, it’s that you guys aren’t bad guys.”
“You’re not so bad yourself, Jack. Just think about it,” I press. “Or don’t. Just know that we’ve got your back.”
“Thanks, D. I’ve got yours too.” The refrigerator door swings open with a quick tug, ending our conversation as quickly as it’d started. He grabs his own protein shake from it, then closes the fridge and lifts the drink toward me in a silent salute before striding out of the kitchen.
I guess that’s that.
I watch him disappear then grab my drink off the counter. With the protein shake pressed against my mouth, I nearly spit it out when Q rounds the corner into the kitchen while wearing my shirt from last night.
My. Fucking. Shirt.
It reaches just below her ass and displays her milky thighs that I had wrapped around my waist the night before. With a few buttons left open at the top, it leaves little to the imagination and makes me so hard that I’m throbbing in less than a second.
“What are you wearing?” I growl as I set my shake on the granite counter.
She grins and reaches around me before grabbing my drink. With a smirk, she presses it to her pouty lips and takes a sip. Her blue hair brushes against the back of her neck as she tilts her head back while a soft purple bite mark plays peek-a-boo with me on the column of her throat. The throat I was sucking on before I pushed myself inside of her. When she lowers the plastic cup, a smudge of chocolate clings to her lips, and her tongue darts out to taste it.
“Good morning,” she greets me with a coy smile. It’s one I didn’t think she was capable of delivering. But damn, it’s gorgeous. I want to bottle it up and keep it for myself. Along with the bare legs she’s sporting.
My eyes narrow, and a growl escapes me. “Go upstairs and change.”
“Why?”
“Because if you don’t, I’ll have to pick you up and fuck you on the counter.”
“And that’s a bad thing?” she quips, that same flirty grin on full display.
Grabbing her hips, I pull her into me before grinding myself against her. A soft whimper slips past her lips, but the gleam in her eyes is begging for more. The pressure from my grasp is bruising. But I refuse to let her go. Not when she looks at me like that.
“If we were at Matteo’s still, I’d already be inside you. Unfortunately for both of us, we share this