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my own daughter, and seeing her like that damn near blinded me.
The image of her with them flashes through my brain, and I growl out. Get Reese to check it
out.
I was gonna do that, but he s not in his room. I called his house, but his old lady said he didn t
come home last night. In fact, she says he hasn t spent the night there in over a year. He stops by to see
Pebbles every day, but that s it. With that last comment, I stand up, my chair toppling over.
Motherfucker!!! I shout then storm out of my office.
I make my way to Jenna s room in less than a minute and push the door open without knocking,
sending it banging straight into the wall with a deep thud. My eyes immediately land on Reese, who
is laying on the bed, glaring daggers at me. Jenna is beside him, wrapped up in his arms.
For the last six years, I ve watched him and Timber be all up in Jenna s shit. Whenever either
mother fucker is near her, they have her in their arms. I didn t like it before, and I sure in the hell
don t like it now, especially since I ve staked my claim on her. This shit ends now.
Sometimes a part of me thinks that she went to them just to make me jealous. She would catch
me watching them all together and shoot a vicious smirk my way. I tried to pay her back by fooling
around with Skittles, but that shit didn t go over well at all.
A few months back, I d had enough of thinking about my brothers having their hands all over my
girl, so I sent Jenna a text message telling her that I needed to talk to her about one of the club girls.
After confirming that she was on her way to my office, I called Skittles in and got down to business
while I waited for Jenna to show up. Jenna walked in just as Skittles was taking me down her throat.
I knew she was jealous as she took in Skittles going to town on my dick, but she put up that damn
wall and acted as if she couldn t give two shits. So there I sat, with my dick being worshiped by a
rainbow headed trick, while I tried to pull some bullshit out of my ass for having Jenna there in the
first place. It wasn t my finest moment, and I may or may not have nutted only after seeing Jenna
bounce her fine ass out my office door; an ass that I wanted to be buried deep inside of oh-so-fucking
bad.
After that, she refused to even talk to me about the girls. I ended up having to send her texts or
relay messages through my brothers. It was a total dick move, but I wanted her to feel a little of the
hurt that I ve been nursing while watching her love on men that ain t me. I m just the dumbass that
forgot that Jenna isn t called Ice for shits and giggles. She s a cold blooded Ice Queen, and once
you re on her shit list, you stay there. Bitches, man.
We need to talk, brother. I growl out, snapping out of my memories and focusing back on the
scene before me.
Reese nods his head and gently untangles his arms from Jenna. Before he gets up, he places his
lips on her temple and gives her a soft kiss. It takes every bit of self-control I have not to rush over to
the bed and knock him on his ass. Get the fuck away from her, I seethe out through my painfully
clenched teeth.
He looks back towards me and shrugs. That s the last kiss I ll get to give her. I think you owe
me that much, he says, standing up.
I don t owe you shit, I say, turning around and heading back toward my office.
As soon as I walk into the office, I turn back and look at Reese. Shut the fuckin door.
I walk over to the fridge and grab two beers. I toss one to Reese and sit down. You need to
stay away from Ice. I mean it, brother.
He shrugs. Why should I stay clear of Ice, brother? We re close, and always have been. I m
not real sure if I m willing to walk away from her. His emphasis on brother doesn t have me
fooled. He wants to push my buttons. Fucker.
I m not saying you can t talk to her, but you better keep your fucking hands off her.
A slow smile spreads across his face. Man, have you seen her ass? How the hell is a man
supposed to keep his hands off something so damn fine?
I have to fight the urge to punch him in his smart ass mouth. Instead, I just give it to him straight.
She s my old lady now, and I don t share.
She won t either, he says before opening his beer.
She won t what?
A slow smile spreads across his face. She ain t gonna share you either, Kidd.
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