Sweetheart had never worked with her. Not Naima. She was too fucking cold and fuck if she wasn't getting more creative with the name calling. His jaw muscle visibly ticked as he clenched his teeth together. Might as well let her get it all out. It probably wasn't just her irritation with him that was fueling her anger now. Molly certainly had a way with words. He'd be chuckling with amusement if Naima wasn't currently ranting in his face.
It really was surprising that CJ had held onto his temper so well for that long but when Naima spit in his face, he was done. He lifted his hand to wipe away the spittle, his expression almost blank for a brief moment. That changed quickly when his hand shot out to roughly grip her face. He yanked her close, mere inches away. "Don't ever do that again," he bit out before shoving her away. "If I go to hell, you're coming with me."