Page 6 of Xane

Two days later

– XANE –

“What are we doing here, Prez?”Roux asks while I keep my eyes on my target.

Z is balancing coffee in one hand and her bag and keys in the other.I know she’s aware of me sitting on my bike in front of the clinic because she’s refusing to glance my way.

“Stay here,” I order my VP and walk toward Z.

Before I reach her, she snaps, “Go away, Grayer.Unless you’re here to drop off another baby, or need to let one of my colleagues treat you for an STD.”

“I’m all clean, Z.Thanks for asking,” I huskily tell her.

The green in her eyes dulls the blue when she whirls around on me and jabs my chest with the key.“I’m sure you can get an update on the baby from somebody else.So, why are you here?And don’t tell me it’s to see me because I know for a fact you’ve been back for weeks.Piss off, Grayer.Seriously.Piss.The.Fuck.Off.”

“Sweet curves and a hot mouth.Nice.Who might you be, darlin’?”I hear Roux state from behind me.

Both me and Z simultaneously snap, “Fuck off.”

Z’s cheeks flush and she mutters, “Sorry.I shouldn’t have said that.Some people just piss me off, especially when my caffeine is below asshole toleration level.”

“Same, girl.Same.”My VP holds out his hand.“Roux DeMills.Nice to meet you.”

She balances her coffee between her tits and her arm and is about to take the fucker’s hand.No.Fucking.Way.

I turn to step between them and snarl at my VP, “I said wait by the damn bikes.”

Roux throws his hands palm up.“Fine, Prez.No need to piss a circle around her.I just wanted to know what kind of sweetness you were hiding.”

While I glare at my VP, I hear the door fall shut and throw a glance over my shoulder to see Z locking the clinic.Fuck.They don’t open for another ten damn minutes.

“I’ll see you tonight, Z,” I bellow so she can hear me.

She flips me off and it makes me grin.She heard me.

I wander back to my bike when Roux says, “I think it’s the first time I’ve seen you smile in...fuck.Do you ever smile?Besides the creepy grin you’re sporting when you torture people, of course.So, who’s the chick?”

Straddling my bike, I grab my helmet and grunt, “None of your business.Come on, let’s pay Keenan another visit.”

“Another visit as in drag him out of bed?If so, I’m all for it.The fucker’s been dodging us for the past two days,” Roux states and fires up his bike.

I lift my chin and guide my bike onto the road.Time to get some shit done.A handful of minutes later I hit the kickstand and swing my leg over the bike as I glance at the large house in front of me.

“Looks like the fucker isn’t up yet,” Roux states as he glances through the window.

Balling my fist, I pound on the door and simultaneously ring the bell.“He better get the fuck out here.”

“Someone’s pissy when his woman is giving him the cold shoulder.”Roux snickers.

I shoot him a glare while my patience slips away.Zora is not my woman.I lost that fucking right to call her mine when I gracefully put her needs and dreams before us.Not that she fucking knows it.

Doesn’t mean the fucker doesn’t strike a nerve.Deep down I do have to admit, it does trigger memories.Each one of my firsts was hers, just as every one of her firsts were mine.Kissing, palming tits, licking pussy, shoving my cock into her tight heat for the first time.

Motherfucker, I need to focus.Pissed off at the whole situation, I grab a garden gnome and swing it against the small window next to the door.It shatters on impact along with the window and I reach in to open the door from the inside.

Stepping into the house, I bellow, “Caleb Keenan, get your motherfucking ass down here right now.”

I hear footsteps above us and I reach for my weapon just as the man in question rushes down the stairs.He’s wearing boxers and has a gun aimed at my head.