Jordy
“She’s trying to get a rise out of you,” Desmond says as I stare down at my phone, my jaw tight and my wolf urging me to shift, to hunt down our woman and hide her from any males who might try to take her away from us. And fuck, that dress is going to have a lot of eyes on her. Eyes that have no business admiring what is mine.
“She’s succeeding,” I tell him with a shake of my head. Why does Meiying always have to pull this shit? And fuck, why does Joaninha have to look so damn good? I love that dress on her, but I’d love it even more if no one else but me saw her in it. And I’d really like it if it were on the floor and she were naked beside me right now.
I save the picture to my albums because ima need that later, and then I shove my shit in my locker at the Compound. “Let’s roll out,” I tell him and he’s quick to nod.
“I’m ready.” Desmond shoves his gear in the locker and pulls on a clean shirt.
“Shower?” Rafael questions with a quirk of his brow.
I send Meiying a text. It’s been maybe an hour since she sent the first picture, but knowing Meiying, she’ll have her phone on her and respond right away.
Me:Send Rafael Isa.
She replies almost instantlywith a winking emoji.
Seconds later Rafael’s phone buzzes and he looks down at the screen. A switch flips and he goes from tired and worn out from training to tense and ready to throw the fuck down. His eyes glow like liquid metal. “What the hell were they thinking?” he snarls and I smirk. He’s not too keen on that shower now is he?
“Really? You thought they were what, going to go out to a party in sweats?Estúpido.”Stupid.I shake my head. “Don’t act surprised. But hey, if you wanna take the time to shower…” I trail off as his nostrils flare. “I mean, we could wait. Right, Des?”
“Fuck that. Let’s go get our girls,” Rafe bites out.
Like I thought.
We roll out in Desmond’s Escalade. Rafael rides shotgun while I sprawl out in the back seat. Meiying gives me a fucking play-by-play of their evening with a series of photos, now that she knows she’s got our attention.
It’s easy to see Joaninha is having a good time. Her smile is bright when Meiying catches her unaware as she dances beside Isa, red Solo cup in hand.Shit.She’s drinking. Does she do that? Hell if I know. What if she can’t handle her liquor? She’s a psyker so I know she’s not exactly human, but I doubt she metabolizes alcohol as quickly as a shifter. What if some asshole tries to take advantage of her?
“Should we call Zheng to get his sister?” I ask with feigned innocence, curious to see what Desmond thinks about the idea.
He grunts but doesn’t say anything. That’s cool, the fucker doesn’t have to. But I don’t miss his hands tightening on the steering wheel, and I swear if it weren’t for the fact he’s black, he’d have a white-knuckled grip. He isn’t fooling anyone. I don’t know why he’s pretending he doesn’t want to fuck Baby Liu. He’s already admitted it before, so there’s no reason to act disinterested now. Hell, if anything, he should hurry his ass up before he turns eighteen because then shit can get complicated.
Just to piss him off, I dial Zheng’s number, not bothering to put him on speakerphone when Desmond and Rafael can hear just fine without it.
“What?” he says as soon as the call connects.
“Nice to talk to you too,” I deadpan.Cabrón. Like he isn’t happy to talk to me. We all know I’m the lovable one out of the bunch.
He huffs out a breath. “Kinda busy,” he says, and I hear movement in the background.
“Who is it?” a feminine voice asks.
Ooh. Damn. Someone really is busy.
“No one. Go back to the bedroom,” he murmurs.
“Yo. Liu’s getting some action, boys.”
“OH! Ow. Ow!” Desmond and Rafael howl from the front and for a second, it’s like old times, before the rift between us all developed. Where we mess with each other and give Zheng shit just for the hell of it. There was a time when I considered him as much family as I do the two fuckers sitting in front of me. Despite him being a cat. He was one of us. I rub at my chest and remind myself we’re not cool like that anymore, but maybe…maybe Rafael has the right of it. Maybe it is time to let that shit go.
Zheng groans, but there’s a laugh mixed in there as well. “What do you fuckers want?” I can hear the smile in his voice and don’t bother fighting my smirk.
“We’re about to go crash a party, but I can see you’re indisposed, so don’t you worry. We’ll make sure Meiying’s taken real good care of,” I joke.
“Stay the fuck away from my sister with your dick, Salgaldo.”
“Woah, woah. I got a girl. It’s not me you gotta worry about.”