“Because he’s who we’re going to see. I need you sharp. Are you drunk?” It stung, but I only arched an eyebrow and offered him a tight smile. “Vicious, please. We can work this out between us. Think about the kids,” I mocked. Vicious didn’t appreciate my joke. He scowled and moved away, allowing me to squeeze past him and walk out the door. I felt his eyes heating my back when he muttered under his breath. “Fuck the kids. I’ll stay for the ass.”
