“Behave,” Mayra said softy.
I feigned looking offended and held my hand to my chest. “Are you insinuating that I don’t behave, Mayra?”
A smirk spread across her lips. She reached over and rested her hand on my arm. “We both know you don’t behave, Raven. I just mean try not to kill Freak before Clash gets back here to keep your ass under control.”
“He wished he had control of this ass,” I mumbled.
She squeezed my arm and stood up. “We’ll continue our discussion later.”
I nodded. “I look forward to avoiding that at all costs.”
“Lord,” she mumbled under her breath. “Later, girl.”
Mayra practically ran across the clubhouse and right into Boink’s arms. Boink nodded to me, and I flipped him off. I had to keep these guys on their toes. Swear to God, they all thought they just needed to tip their heads and women would do their bidding.
Not this chick.
No fucking way.
“Do I need to put my running shoes on?” Freak called from the couch.
“You looking for a workout, Freak? I’m sure I could show you a couple of things you ain’t never even heard of.”
I heard him audibly choke on his cereal.
That was what you got when you tried to one-up me.