Page 47 of Moros

“No is a full sentence, Khadri.”

Frowning, I walked over to her and gripped her knees. Lifting, I turned her, so her legs were hanging off the edge before easing her backward until she was leaning against the window.

I spread her thighs, slowly then looked up into her face.

“Let’s try this again.” I told her,

“I said no because you still think I’m with Pasha.” I informed her.

“Are you?”

“Am I what?” I asked.

“With Pasha!”

“Are we really going to do this again?” I demanded, softly.

When she didn’t answer, I shook my head and stood.

“I’m not going to keep doing this with you. You’re making me dizzy.”

I stopped my retreat and faced her.

“We’ll figure this out and you can go home.” I reminded her. “Don’t worry.”

“I see what it does, you know?” Ryanne called after me. “When a man can’t be loyal to one woman. And I know you say the two of you aren’t together and she says the same thing—I guess I just can’t understand why you aren’t so it’s hard for me to believe.”

Frowning, I faced her.

“She’s perfect.” Ryanne looked away to box a tear from her cheek. “And I’m not. I mean if I looked that hot in a pair of leggings?—”

The sound of an engine filled the front yard, and I rushed over to look into the front yard.

“Boss?”

Rushing from the room, I scrambled down the stairs to meet Boss just as he came through the door.

“What’s going on?” I asked, staring into his disheveled face.

“Musk.” He panted. “It’s on fire.”

“What?” Ryanne hollered from the top of the stairs.

“Why didn’t you call?” I as already darting back up the stairs to grab my bag.

“I tried calling.” Boswell said. “But you didn’t pick up.”

Ryanne climbed into the truck beside me and with Boss siren on, we sped to where my bar was now smouldering.

“You Khadri Weston?” The fire chief asked.

“Yeah.” I answered around the tightness in my chest. “Arson. Old fashion but it works—they tossed a Molotov cocktail through that window over there. My guys are still going through what’s left, to see if anyone is inside.”

“No one’s inside.” I whispered. “We were closed today.”

“Do you think—hey! Where are you going?” Boswell shouted.

Strange—I didn’t even realize I’d moved. My legs were moving, anger was pulsing through me like a sound wave and all I could manage was to walk faster as Boswell tried to stop me.