with me?” Hello, he’s not exactly a small man. “Just because you’re not scary to me doesn’t mean that people who don’t know you don’t think that you’re scary, or badass, or whatever it is that you go for.” I shrug.
He blinks slowly. “Whatever it is that I go for?” I ignore all of the chuckles behind me. “Are you shittin’ me right now? I don’t go for anything. I am a badass motherfucker.” He makes sure to emphasize certain parts.
I cross my arms. “And I said badass. This just proves that your tattoo gun is causing you to lose your hearing.” I purse my lips. “But you still didn’t answer why you were at the women’s shelter.” I tilt my head at his anxious look. “Someone’s up to something.” I singsong.
“You can’t prove shit.” He drawls.
I nod my head in agreement. “No, maybe not, but I highly doubt that you're moonlighting as a bodyguard.”
“One of the women there is looking to get a dog. I’m just helping out since one of my brothers breeds Cane Corsos.”
I give him a frown. “I thought Jess said that you’re an only child.”
His lips twitch. “I meant my brothers at the club.”
“Oh,” I say before I can practically feel my eyes light up. “Does he breed any other dogs?”
Edge looks at everyone behind me and then back at me. “Why? What kind of dog are you looking for?”
Judging by the look on his face, he was most certainly not expecting my answer. “I really want a Doberman puppy.” I gush. “I’ve even already looked up cute leather collars that you can have their name stamped and hand-painted. You can even get awesome spikes added on. It’s so adorable.”
I look around at everyone when it goes eerily silent. “What?” I shrug my shoulders.
“I really didn’t see that one coming.” Declan states.
Mason nods his head. “Me either. I was thinking Pomeranian or something.”
I wrinkle my nose in disgust, causing everyone but Noah to smirk. Noah, who looks very serious. Noah, who I make sure not to make eye contact with right now. “Ewe, definitely not. Small dogs are awful.”
“How would you know?” My brother questions. “Neither one of us has ever had a dog.”
I raise my eyebrow at everyone. “Okay fine. Raise your hand if you’ve ever met a sweet chihuahua.” I look around at all the men with their hands down at their sides. “That’s what I thought. Big dogs get a bad rapt but seem to be a lot nicer than those tiny dogs with short man syndrome.”
JJ coughs out a laugh. “Short man syndrome?”
I shrug. “How else do you explain why small dogs bark, growl and try to attack everyone when big dogs lie around like sweet mushes?”
“Did she really just call a Doberman a big mush?” Danny asks no one in particular, even though most of the annoyingly noisy men standing around nod their heads.
“Well, I would obviously want him to protect me and go after anyone who would try to harm me.” I roll my eyes and watch several narrows in annoyance. “But once we’re home and safe, I want a snuggle buddy. You know, someone to cuddle up with on the couch while watching a movie.”
“Anyone else thinking that Noah is about to be replaced by a big ass dog?” Mason chuckles.
“That makes sense.” Edge agrees before backtracking a bit. “Not that Noah is getting replaced, but why a large dog would be appealing for a woman.”
I shrug. “You just said it yourself, I’m not always aware of my surroundings, but my dog would be.”
“Yup, Noah’s getting replaced.” Declan agrees.
“Don’t you guys have wives and girlfriends,” I give a meaningful look to Danny that he doesn’t miss. “To get annoyed?” I huff.
“Well, that was sort of homophobic of you. No mention of boyfriends.” My dramatic brother sniffs to everyone’s amusement.
I place my hands on my hips and stand face to face with Brad. “Well, I would’ve said boyfriend if you actually had one.” I don’t miss how his eyes narrow.
“Burn.” Mason coughs.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Brad hisses.
“That you probably could have a boyfriend if you would actually grow a pair and ask that guy that you’ve practically been stalking out.”
His pouty lips purse. It’s so unfair that he ended up with such full lips and great eyelashes. Men really have all the dang luck. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Oh, no?” I ask incredulously.
My brother the liar shakes his head while everyone else watches on in