Fang 10

Fang

She had humiliated me, called me out in front of my men and that was something I couldn't forgive.

How she had handled the Kelly situation was unforgivable. Yes, the girl had been stealing and Gypsy had every right to fire her on the spot, but to drop that bag full of stolen liquor at my feet? That had been uncalled for and it had sent a clear message.

Gypsy thought she was the boss of me.

Part of me admired her fighting spirit. A very small part. Not that I would ever tell anyone that.

“Sorry, Prez, I tried to stop her.” Pope's face was flushed as he pushed open my office door.

For a moment I had no clue what the hell was happening, and then Gypsy appeared. Her face was murderous, her tanned legs hidden under a layered dress that reminded me of what Darcie had turned up wearing a few times. It was the kind of dress that covered almost every inch of a woman and yet was somehow the most sexual thing in the world.

“You changed your hair?”

The blonde with multicoloured streaks w