Oh Lordy!

Sawyer

Tee and Storm have their arms crossed over their broad tattooed chests. I must admit, my uncle is hot for a thirty-four-year-old dude. He is just as ripped as Storm, but his muscles are slightly larger.

If these two were anything but human, smoke would come out of their nostrils like dragons. One would be the color of amethyst, while the other would be charcoal gray.

“Why are you in my girl’s apartment, Gator?” Storm finally growls.

I just lean back against the door frame, waiting to see how this plays out.

Gator? I guess Storm knows Uncle Tee then if he knows part of his codename. Uncle Tee is the Gator King of the Death Kings, hired assassins.

“Didn’t know you had a girl,” Tee says with a resting asshole face, but his tone is taunting. He smirks at Storm.

Oh lawdy! Tee is going to let Storm believe I slept with him! Well, I mean we slept together, but in the literal sense not the sexual. That would jus