“What?”
I don’t like to be interrupted, and all of my brothers know it.
“Sorry, Prez, but Brimstone said you’re needed up front,” Flame mutters, anger shining in his eyes. “We got a visitor.”
Visitor?
Who?
I nod, look back at McKenna, and decide right then and there, her ass is gonna be glued to my side. No matter who the visitor is. She’s gonna be with me where she’s supposed to be.
It’s a hard pill to swallow, but it’s not as bad as I thought it would taste.
If anything, it was sweet.
McKenna’s gonna be mine. I didn’t care if she fought me or not. I’d show her the error of her ways in fighting what’s gonna happen between the two of us.
NINE
HEAT
“Leon,” McKenna was the first to speak up when the two of us stepped into the main room of the clubhouse. “What are you doing here?”
“Could ask you the same thing,” Leon growls, eyes flaring with the natural silver in them that seems to glow.
“Where are your sunglasses?” McKenna demands.
“Didn’t need them here.” If looks could kill, I’d swear he’d maim me if he could. “You want to release my godsister?”
“Godsister?” Interesting.
“Yes, she’s Hel’s goddaughter and raised by my mother from the time she was thirteen. Now, you want to let Mick go?”
Mick?
That name definitely doesn’t suit McKenna.
“I think she’s good right where she’s at. Can’t get into trouble that way,” I remark, giving McKenna a squeeze.
I’m doing my best not to think about the other tidbit Leon shared about this woman. The very fact she’s his godsister andraised by the Goddess of Death should have me letting her go like her skin’s on fire, instead I’m holding on tighter.
Fuck.
“Wait, you’re Hel’s goddaughter?” Brimstone asks, face paling.
Anyone who has a brain knows to fear the woman.
“Yes,” McKenna says, pride filling her voice. “Is there something wrong with that?”
“Nope, no problem at all,” Brimstone grunts, shaking his head. “I didn’t know Hel had it in her to be a godmother, let alone a mother to someone who isn’t of her blood.”
“Well, she is a mother to me,” McKenna snaps and tries to pull away.
“Not letting you move from my side,” I tell her quietly, tightening my grip on her.
McKenna huffs and glares at me before turning her attention back to Leon. “What’s going on, Leon?”
“You tell me,” he growls, glaring between us. “I talked to you, you said you’d call me back, you didn’t. I get a call from Rashon, who is on vacation for a few days to be with his family, telling me you were dragged out of a store by someone claiming to be your man, when I know you don’t have one. You’ve never had a man, so tell me, little sister, what the fuck is going on?”