George looked around the room and his lip curled before he hissed, “You think you’re untouchable.” Luke’s body moved slightly right before he said, “Don’t play that game, George.”
“You’re messing with the wrong man,” George replied to Luke.
Lee’s eyebrows went up and he entered the exchange.
“You think?”
George, in my opinion, took his life in his hands and pointed at Lee. “The days where the Nightingale men have carte blanche to waltz through Denver are over.”
“You don’t back down, your dream of sittin’ behind the Governor’s desk is over,” Lee returned.
“Fuck you,” George spat at Lee.
Oh dear.
Lee leaned forward, maybe an inch but it was a scary inch. “Now it’s you who’s bein’ stupid.”
George glared at Lee.
Lee calmly returned his glare.
Then George made a weird, angry, scrunchy face. His glare travel ed the room, taking us al in. Then he stomped out.
Everyone stared at the door.
Beautiful.
I didn’t even know what was happening but it was pretty obvious we had a new problem.
My eyes went back to Mace and saw his were on me.
He moved his head in a short, nearly imperceptible jerk then he walked out too.
“You boys okay?” Jules quietly asked Roam and Sniff.
“Fuck yeah, it was great. Shirleen’s the shit,” Sniff replied, throwing himself in a chair. “It was like the movies.”
“Black bitch can move fast,” Roam muttered.
“Don’t cal Shirleen a ‘black bitch’,” Jules snapped, her voice no longer quiet.
“Be cool, Law. She don’t care,” Roam returned.
“I do care, boy, and you just lost this week’s al owance,” Shirleen broke in, hands on hips, narrowed eyes on Roam who kept bel igerent eyes on Shirleen. She, apparently, didn’t like his bel igerent eyes so she continued, “And you bought yourself bathroom duty.”
“Shee-it,” Roam mumbled, his gaze sweeping the room, his shoulders hunching as if he wanted to disappear.
“I got three and a half bathrooms,” Shirleen informed me.
“Boys take turns each week cleanin’ ‘em.” She turned to Sniff. “You got the week off.”
“Kil er,” Sniff’s goofy grin returned.
Roam was saved any further embarrassment when the door flew open and Smithie stormed in, a pretty black woman in tow.
His eyes moved through the room and he was mumbling under his breath.
“Hey, Smithie. Hey, LaTeesha,” Jet greeted but Smithie waved at her with impatience and his eyes went back through the room, his mouth stil moving silently.