Queen of Low Blows: A Dark Mafia Why Choose Polyamorous Contemporary Romance (Queens of Khula City) by Risque Heleva

Author:Risque, Heleva
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2023-11-14T00:00:00+00:00

TEN

PONY

Angeline had been with us for exactly two weeks when I realized just how fucked we really were. Her propensity for running off at the mouth at the worst times rivaled my own, and she was a giant ball of energy I couldn't even hope to contain in the least bit.

Digger and Boss were still holdouts, but much to Boss's consternation and endless aggravation, Jet and I managed to find time every day to bang the fuck out of her. After the strangely erotic tag team in the kitchen the first day of her residence here, we'd all grown closer, having come to a small arrangement, an unspoken understanding.

Fuck, week one, she had me so wound up I was licking her slick off another man's fingers. Week two, she had but to utter the thoughts running rampant in her head, and I was quickly scrambling to acquiesce. Now, Jet and I tag-teamed her regularly, all the hesitation and awkwardness gone from our minds.

She had her own room now, which was sort of depressing, but everyone needed their own space, so who were we to deny her one? That particular room bordered Boss's, so I knew he knew we were fucking like randy teenagers. But still, he said nothing.

The look of utter disappointment he shot our way over morning coffee spoke volumes without ever saying a word.

As if my thoughts had summoned the devil himself, Boss trudged slowly into the kitchen. As par for the course, his eyes shot to where we'd spread Ange out on the counter like a fucking Thanksgiving day feast, and he rolled them into the back of his head with a sigh, running his fingers through his overgrown haircut.

Come to think of it, I'd never seen Boss so unkempt. He was always on time for his barber's appointment and always neat and orderly. Now? He frequently wandered around with a five-o-clock shadow and lengthening hair that would have meant a death sentence for a past him.

It felt human. Made him less godlike and more reachable, in my opinion.

"Morning," I muttered over my steaming mug, as was my habit these past few weeks. He usually gave me a nod, or a frown, maybe even a sigh.

Today, he came with words.

"It is, isn't it? A morning, I mean." His glass rose to his lips, and he sipped the green liquid like he was impervious to the taste, a trait I admired in him. No matter how nasty the color of those healthy shakes he made, he still treated them like he was eating chocolate. There was no way humanly possible those things tasted any good.

This morning it was me, him, and Digger in the kitchen. Jet and Ange were posted up in bed still, probably sharing one, as it were. I'd come home late from a meeting with a crew of criminals we occasionally hired for jobs, and she hadn't waited up.

Not that I expected to be her favorite, but still.

I shrugged and turned to look out the window.

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