Page 64 of Kade
Her laughter draws my eyes across the room, finding her in a circle with Colton, Declan, Micah, and Jonas. The guys are egging her on. She’s gotten to know them all in the month since that day. Since everything changed and I pulled my head out of my ass.
She and Colton are really tight. He joined the Dojo she works at, and more often than not, I’ll find them grappling after class. I’ve seen how he looks at her.
Like she’s fucking air.
I’m not worried, though, which is completely unlike me. But I trust him. He would never trespass. Fuck, I trust her even more. She’d never cheat. If she wanted out, she’d fucking tell me straight to my face, and I’d do whatever I had to do to change her mind. But the two of them are tight, and I’m happy that Colton’s seemed a little less…restless.
Ransom drops into the armchair next to me, sitting back with a sigh.
“This is gonna be good,” he murmurs. He’d been a little slow to warm up to Becca. I’d warned her he might be, but her sincere ‘I don’t give a fuck if he likes me or not’ attitude won him over pretty easily.
“A hundred bucks says Colt screams,” he says with a smile.
“You’re fucking on.” I have faith in my girl, but Colt’s a big motherfucker. I don’t think I’ve ever heard him scream. Not even when that piece-of-shit brother of his broke his arm. Ransom and I lean forward, invested now in the stupidity in front of us.
Colton is balancing a pint glass of beer on his head as he taunts Becca. “Mick kissed Donk to make him drop the beer, Badass Becca. You could try that?” He’s smirking, but he shouldn’t be. I’ve seen that look on my girl’s face before. The day she broke the man waving a knife at her.
“How did this get started?” Ransom asks, laughing as he sips his whiskey.
“I could not even tell you. Somehow they ended up talking about Crocodile Dundee and now…this,” I say, waving my hand toward the idiots and my Becca. I sit back to enjoy the show.
“Nah,” Declan’s voice echoes in the room, his bright red mohawk shining under the chandelier making little shimmers of red light dance around the penthouse. “She’s smaller than you, man, but I’m pretty sure she can still knock your ass out with one punch. Making you drop the beer’s a fucking cakewalk, Colt. A hundred bucks says Badass makes him spill it. Who’s in?”
The rest of the guys chime in, most of them unwilling to bet against Becca. Jonas can’t resist adding his two cents. The fact he’s so comfortable speaking around Becca is a clear sign she’s a part of the family.
“There are many pressure points in the human body,” he says, “that can cause an entire extremity to go numb and lose function. All you have to—”
A chorus of boos cut off the rest of his sentence.
“Jonas, don’t you dare finish that sentence! No pressure points!” Colton growls, pointing at Becca. She holds her hands up, looking completely innocent.
“No pressure points. Fine Colt. No problem.” My woman sounds way too fucking confident.
“Fuck,” I mutter, digging my wallet out of my back pocket. I’m about to be out a hundred bucks.
Colton loosens his grip on the beer, smirking at Becca. “Bring it, Badass.”
Cocky son-of-a-bitch.
The guys are still hooting and catcalling, but she’s in the zone. Becca smiles and whispers in Micah’s ear before walking slowly toward Colton. She’s so fucking sexy. She looks like a lioness about to get dinner. I shift in my seat, but I’m too fucking hard to get comfortable.
Becca stops inches from Colton. He’s still smirking as she looks up at him. Micah presses in on her left and wraps his hands around her waist. Colton frowns at him.
“You can’t help her meathead.”
Becca’s laugh silences Colt. “Oh, I don’t need his help,” she says calmly before darting her hand out and shoving her fingers into his ribs. “Tickle, tickle.” She’s drunk, giggle-snorting as Colton screams and lets go of the beer.
Micah yanks my girl up and into his arms, right out of the path of the spilling liquid. It cascades all over Ransom’s polished concrete floor. He was smart to build this place tough. The nine of us would have destroyed a fancy penthouse within a week.
It’s over in seconds. Becca is dangling in Micah’s arms, shaking with both of their laughter. The rest of the guys have collapsed onto the floor, drunk and giggling like idiots. And Colton, well, he’s staring at Becca like she’s a stranger. “You…you…I don’t believe you!”
“Always know your opponent’s weakness, dumbass,” she schools him.
I pass my hundred to a chuckling Ransom, then knock him on the shoulder. “I’m taking my lady home.” I collect my giggling woman from Micah’s arms and tuck her close to me, everything in me settling at the way she leans into me.
She waves goodnight at everyone except Micah, who’s following us out, then leans even further into me as we ride the elevator down three floors from the penthouse. The doors slide open to the small foyer, with two doors on either side. Becca dances out with fresh energy, shadow boxing like Rocky, singing “Eye of the Tiger.”
“How much did she drink?” I ask Micah out of the side of my mouth as we exit. “Three? Five?”
