Brick Brick (Knights Corruption MC - Next Generation, #4) - S. Nelson Page 0,115
pressing my fingers to my temple to stop the sudden pounding. It was possible I was drunker than I thought, glancing over at the array of beer bottles littering the corner of the bar.
“I really like Morgan and I want to know if you’re gonna kill me if we’re together?” His words were rushed, and had I not been drowning in my sour mood, I probably would’ve laughed, or decked him. One of the two. I didn’t say anything for a bit, too busy popping the top off my next drink and glugging down half of the contents, wiping my mouth when some of it didn’t make it in. “Well?”
“Well what?” The time in between blinks was getting longer and longer.
“Are you gonna kill me if I date your cousin?”
Swiveling slowly in my seat so we were face to face, I slammed my hand down on the bar and he flinched. I was fully aware of how intimidating I could be when I wanted, especially to someone who didn’t know me that well. But I liked the guy and I didn’t want to scare him, even if he was talking about fucking my baby cousin. Okay, he didn’t use those words, but I knew exactly what he meant.
“You already sleep with her?”
“Matty!” I should’ve known she’d be here for this little powwow. Morgan sidled up next to Tag, glaring at me, and looking like she wanted to slap me. Then her expression softened, and she moved closer to me. “I don’t like seeing you like this.” She was on me before I could gather words to tell her not to worry about me. Her hug was fierce, and because my balance wasn’t on point, I almost fell off the damn seat.
“Matty?” Tag looked thoroughly confused, but I wasn’t about to get into why Morgan called me that.
“Are you gonna answer me?” I looked at the prospect and ignored Morgan but that didn’t stop her from jabbering on.
“No, he’s not, because that’s none of your business. I told him we don’t need your permission, but he insisted on asking you anyway. So stop being a jerk.”
“I wanna talk to him alone.” More beer dribbled down the side of my mouth.
“You’re drunk.”
“So?”
“So, how is he gonna have a real conversation with you when you’re like this?” she asked, and I wondered the same thing myself. Sliding the bottle away from me, but close enough I could easily reach it when we were done here, I jerked my head to the side, indicating I wanted her to leave us alone.
“It’s okay. Just wait over there for me.” I saw him raise his arm as if to reach for her hand, but he dropped it when he noticed me looking.
“Fine.” Morgan’s eyes became tiny slits right before she walked away.
“Before you tell me no, I just wanna say that I really like her.” He emphasized the really. “In fact, I haven’t felt like this before, about anyone. She’s not some easy conquest to me.” I growled and he held up his hands in front of him. “Not the right choice of words, sorry.”
“What are you gonna do if I say no?” My words came out slurred, but he understood every one.
“I probably shouldn’t answer that.”
“No, you probably shouldn’t.” A part of me wanted to tell him there was no fucking way I’d give my blessing for the two of them to be together, but I actually thought Tag was a good guy. After what this club did to him, first by torturing him and slicing him up, then by forcing him to choose to either be a prospect or be killed, then bringing him into the middle of a raging war with the Savage Reapers, to where he ended up getting shot when he saved Kaden, the guy deserved to be happy. And if Morgan made him happy, then who was I to stand in the way? Besides, they were grown. I couldn’t realistically stop them. And I had to admit that I did appreciate him at least coming to me about it because I didn’t give Ryder the same courtesy.
Snatching my beer back up, I raised it in the air, straightened my posture and nodded. “Go for it.” I didn’t think I’d ever seen anyone smile so damn big. He hopped off the stool and took one step. “But, Tag… if you hurt her in any way, I will kill you.”
“I know” was his only response before he walked over to Morgan.