Forever, стр. 46

Owen

“I said shut the hell up,” I growl and grab Mags by the top of her arm.

I glare at Jemma, warning her to follow me. Thank God Mags zips her fucking lips. I can feel King watching us as I pull Mags simple ass outside with me.

I march to the edge of the property, way out of ear shot. I am hanging by a thread. I need to talk to Eva. I saw her face. I know she’s thinking all types of shit I need to expel from her brain.

I’d take ten Eva’s over Mags any day. In any category—looks, personality, and hell, brains. Baby girl has me so wrapped around her finger I can’t see straight. I’m dying inside right now and feeling like the pussy I sound like.

I stop and spin Magdalena to face me. Before I can lay into her ass the smug grin on her face makes my blood run cold. I’ve never wanted to hit a woman. Fuck, Mags has made me want to choke the life out of her more times than I can count, but here and now I want to slap that smile off her face.

“She’s King’s sister?” She cackles out loud. “Holy shit, Brick. He has no idea you’re fucking her, does he? You dirty son of a bitch. Oh, my God, she’s the little fat one who used to watch you every time we came here. This is priceless.”

“You’re fucking Eva?” Jemma gasps. “Are you crazy?”

I pinch my eyes closed. “I’m not fucking her,” I growl.

“Are we forgetting I walked in on you pounding her ass into your desk,” Mags snorts.

I open my eyes and give her a death glare. I then look at my cousin. “I’m not fucking her, she’s mine,” I finish this time.

“Oh, God, Brick. You have to fix this shit. King is going to lose his fucking mind. We can’t afford for you to be stripped of your patch now,” Jemma says frantically.

“Enough,” I bark. “Stay out of my business. What you two need to be telling me is why you are here. What the fuck have you gotten into this time? And how the hell did you know to come here for lockdown in the first fucking place?”

“Rodney has been keeping me updated,” Jemma says in frustration. “I told you we needed your help.”

I run a hand through my hair. The Squad is going to have to teach Rodney the meaning of loyalty and keeping his fucking mouth shut, again. I swear, if he wasn’t Mix’s nephew… Give him pussy or alcohol and he’s an open fucking book. That shit is going to get him killed.

I narrow my eyes at Mags. First, she bribes Beth, my receptionist, for a full fucking year, now this shit. I couldn’t believe that shit when Diggs reported it back to me.

I’m at the end of my fucking rope with these two. I’ve given them more than enough slack to hang themselves, especially Mags. I have no doubt she’s going to choke soon.

“What have you done?” I look at Mags.

“It was me,” Jemma whispers.

I whip my head in Jemma’s direction and narrow my eyes. “Oh, come on, Jemma. What now?” I groan.

“She didn’t do it alone.” Magdalena sighs.

“Look, spare me the lovers’ quarrel. What did you two do?”

I watch as fear registers in Magdalena’s eyes. For the second time, it dawns on me, I’m not the only one she has feared lately. Mags likes to push my limits, but she has always feared taking things too far. I’ve seen it in her eyes.

In this moment, she has something else in her brown depths. These two have definitely gotten their selves into some deep shit. I shouldn’t care, but my instincts force me to focus.

King says shit is brewing and these too show up here. Mags’ visit to my office is nagging at the back of my mind now. I was more worried about Eva then. I know I should have kept my eye on these two, but I’ve been wrapped up in my woman instead.

However, my common sense kicks back in. This is Mags and Jemma. These two live to stir shit up. I’m not getting dragged into their manipulation. Not this time.

Whatever they want, I plan to squash that shit and get them far away from here. I don’t need their brand of trouble. Messy, I can do without.

The longer I’m out here with these two, the longer Eva has to spend in her head, thinking all types of shit that ain’t right. I feel in my very bones she’s questioning everything about us in her pretty little head.

Straightening that shit out is more important to me, but I hold back to get to the bottom of this little evil duo. I resolve in my mind I need Eva to know she’s the only one who matters. I don’t give a shit what Magdalena or Jemma have to say, because with each second that passes, I can feel I’m losing my woman.

Bitterly, I shove my selfish needs down. These two showing up here isn’t good for the club. I don’t like the way Mags looks at Jemma as we stand here, I need answers.

I don’t want the song and dance Mags is going to give me. I don’t need it. I know the way these two work.

Jemma is known for skirting as close to the truth as she can when she’s trying to manipulate me for Magdalena. I can count on ninety percent of what she says to be true. Tonight, that ninety percent is better than being blindsided.

So, I hold my hand up when Mags opens her mouth, and I point to Jemma. “You, start talking, now,” I command.

Mags opens her fucking mouth anyway. “What are you going to do for me to keep my mouth shut?” she asks.

“You don’t want to go there with me,” I say. “You assume I’m too much of a gentleman to really harm you. You