Little shit. “A new car?”
She smirks, licking her bottom lip. “Then you treat me like a queen.”
“Good girl.”
Looking at her brother, looking at all my brothers, I know they see it. There’s no hiding the way I feel about the woman. “We good?”
T nods, frowning. “We’ll see.”
Taking a pull from my beer, Samantha hollers, “Yo, King?”
“What?” I bark, giving her as much shit as she gives me.
“You love me?” That has got to be the stupidest question she’s ever asked me.
“You know goddamn well I do.”
“Good. Just checking.” She smiles at me, and I know I’ve found it. I finally found love.
And if you’re wondering about Tags, don’t worry, he’ll get his story soon enough …