I stood in front of Regg, my hands on my hips wearing nothing but his favorite bra and panty set. Regg had a thing for neon colors against tan skin and it was taking everything he had to focus on my face and not the tops of my breasts. “What the fuck did you want me to do, baby? Tell Luke that the guy fucking the girl that he branded years ago without anyone’s knowledge was in bed with Frankie? I’m not a fucking idiot. Luke would have killed him the moment he found out.” “Well, no shit. That would have worked out better than this!” I yelled, throwing my hands in the air. Regg stepped closer to me, warning me with his body language and giving me that ‘shut the fuck up’ look. I knew when to keep my mouth shut, but today I felt like pushing my limits. Fights like this often ended up with me on my back anyway, so I didn’t have much to lose. “Luci called me last night and told me Luke scared the shit out of Dallas. She was bawling when they left the hospital and Luke didn’t even go to the meet tonight, scared that if he left her side, she would bolt.
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