Monster by Jessica Gadziala Page B

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end of the week, I will have no complaints. I do worry though,”
he said, looking between me and Alex in a way that had my teeth
grinding together.
    “Don't have time
for games, Lex. Tell me what the problem is or let me get going.”
    His eyes narrowed the
slightest bit and I knew I was pushing it. He was getting angry.
    “That maybe you
have formed an... attachment.”
    At this, I threw my
head back and laughed. A full, throaty sound. To him, it sounded like
what he was suggesting was absurd. To me, it was a good old fashioned
laugh at his expense because I had my face buried in her pussy when
he had Shoot call me earlier.
    “She ain't
exactly my type,” I said, shaking my head, still smiling.
    “I heard woman
was your type.”
    That wasn't exactly
untrue. I got around. I got around with a lot of different women. “I
like a woman who looks like a woman, not a twelve year old boy,”
I went with. I saw Alex stiffen at my remark, but there was nothing I
could do about it. I was trying to help her. If she had to be pissed
at me for it, so be it.
    “Twelve year old
boy?” Lex mused, turning his attention back to Alex, his dark
eyes raking over her in a way that made me feel filthy and he wasn't
even looking at me. “I don't think that's fair, Bryan. I mean
they may be small, but they're enough for a handful,” he said,
his body jerking like it was going to move in her direction. But then
he sighed, shaking his head at something he must have been thinking,
and turned to face me. “She's a woman. She's nearby. A man has
his... needs.”
    “This is a job. I
keep my dick in my pants,” I drawled, letting there be a slight
double meaning- I can, but you obviously can't.
    Lex let out his
breath, offering me a resigned look. “I need to be sure you
follow instructions to the letter, Breaker. ”
    Oh fuck.
    I knew where this was
going.
    From the look Shoot was
giving me, so did he.
    Alex was still just
standing there with her dead eyes, shoulder almost touching Shooter.
    “Oh yeah?”
I said, raising a brow at Lex.
    “I need to make
sure your loyalty is where it should be.”
    “Meaning with
you.”
    “Of course,”
he said, waving a hand.
    “Break...”
Shooter's voice held warning.
    Lex raised a brow at
him. “Hit her,” he said abruptly.
    Yeah.
    Saw that coming.
    Fuck.
    Never once. Not in my
life. Not in my career. Never once had I ever raised a hand to a
woman. And, come whatever consequences, I wasn't planning on starting
now.
    “Look, you get
your jollies off knocking around women, that's your business,”
I said, shaking my head. “I ain't doing that shit for your
entertainment.”
    Lex's chin jerked and a
gun cocked behind my neck.
    It was the first time I
had seen a genuine reaction out of Alex since I got the phone call.
Her eyes snapped to mine, widening, knowing that sound before her
gaze found the gun pressed against the back of my head. She looked
like she was ready to bolt.
    Attention off of them,
Shoot's pinkie grabbed her's again, but held on, trying to anchor her
in place. She looked over at him, dropping his grip, taking a step
back, and making her eyes move away from me.
    “Really Lex?”
I asked, shaking my head, sounding almost bored. It wasn't the first
time I had a gun pointed at me. It wouldn't be the last. All I could
hope for was the shit holding it had a steady trigger finger.
    Lex looked
disappointed, then waved a hand at the other guy who immediately
grabbed Alex's arm roughly enough for her to yelp, dragging her away
from Shooter who looked ready to pounce until a gun pressed against
the back of his head too. “Maybe that will help you make your
decision,” he shrugged. When I hesitated, the gun cocked. And I
knew they weren't bluffing. Shoot was useless to them. They'd killed
for less than his name calling earlier.
    His eyes told me he was
thinking the same thing. And I saw something there that I never had
before. Not strong. Not prominent. But there.
    Fear.
    Shit.
    Alex's