![]() I don’t know the where or the how of it, but I’m gonna fucking kill him. She fucking pouts at him, flirting right back, and he leans down and brushes a kiss against her cheek without breaking eye contact with me. So I smirk at him and watch him roll his shoulders back, ready to throw down over some bags and the Mounty.Įxcept then Lips walks over and says, in a voice I’ve never fucking heard outta her with all its teasing and husky tones, “Luca, it’s fine. To just smash that longing look he keeps throwing at Lips right off of his fucking face. ![]() I’d love nothing more than to take some of my frustration at this fucking night out on him with my fists. As I walk up he takes a step forward, over the bags, and crosses his arms. I nod and walk over to where the rest of her bags are, where the guy who was flirting with her when we first arrived is still standing and watching us both. I try not to crow over that fact, but she gives me so fucking little to work with it’s hard not to gloat. She might be a blank slate around the gangsters down here but her emotions are all over her face for me. ![]() I tap it gently and Morrison pops it open for me. Once it’s out of view, Lips turns and holds her hand out for the bags of cash but I’m not handing them over… not when she’d probably just disappear into the night without us, so instead I head for the trunk of Morrison’s car. We all hold our breaths until the car is out of the parking lot completely. ![]()
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