Puck by Marata Eros

Author:Marata Eros [Eros, Marata]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Tamara Rose Blodgett
Published: 2019-06-27T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 20

Puck

After the fifth ring, Noose answers in low voice, “This better be so fucking good.”

“It’s me.”

“I know who the fuck it is.” I hear a rustle of sheets then a muttered, “Shh, baby. I’ll be quiet.”

A few seconds later, Noose says, “Okay, fucker, what’s the damn problem? The twins aren’t sleeping through the night yet, and I got you calling me at the ass crack of dawn.”

Hearing a lighter flicking on, I know Noose lit up. I can just see him standing on his balcony at the condo, forearms planted on the iron rail as he surveys the awakening masses below.

The urge to have my second smoke in the space of the last five years is almost unbearable. Clamping down on the impulse, I outline what I’m comfortable saying to him, and he listens.

Though I can’t see him, I hear the smoke rings Noose shoots into the air as if I were standing right beside him.

After I wrap up my miserable tale, Noose gives a low whistle. “Nice work, ya casual.”

“Are you going to help me or not?”

“Fuck yes, untie your tighty whities. I’m a brother even when you fuck things up. Look what I did for Trainer.” His grunt comes through loud and clear. “That dude was a trouble magnet.”

Amen.

“I’m bringing in Storm,” Noose says after a handful of seconds.

“No,” I breathe, voice warm with the beginnings of rage. Storm hurt Candi. Period. I understand it was part of his FBI cover, and she’s forgiven the events of just over a year ago.

But I just can’t forget.

“Ya gotta get over that thing with him and Candi,” Noose makes a leap of intuition.

“Don’t want Storm near Temp.”

“Feel ya, man. I do. But I think he’s a dude we can’t leash. And to be honest...”

Like Noose could ever be false?

“I don’t really want to harness his raw energy. He gets shit done. Fearless fucker.”

That’s what has my gut in knots. “I’m afraid he’ll smack her down if Temp plays the feisty card.”

His subtle exhale fills the phone line. “I’ll talk to him.”

I shift my weight, gripping my cell tightly. Got to trust Noose. “All right. I can’t show up when we’re on the fucking outs, but I don’t want her unprotected in the interim. Until I figure out how to make this right.”

“Gotcha.”

“Text me after he’s in place.”

A moment of weighted silence pounds between us like a silent drum.

“Ya know you’ll have to throw down for her, right?”

“Yeah.” I hadn’t realized until right then that I had always planned to thrown down for her.

Somewhere in the primal part of my brain, I’d already decided she was mine, even if I wasn’t aware in the forward part of my brain.

I remember meeting Temp and thinking she was built to fuck. Now I believe something more.

That she was made to be mine.

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