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She wouldn’t let little people like Benjamin oppress her.
Unfortunately, Benjamin didn’t read her body language—when had he ever?—and followed her.
When he fell in step with her, she groaned. “What do you want, Benjamin?”
“At what point did you become a giant slut?”
Abruptly, she stopped. “Are you serious right now?”
“I’ve always respected you, Vivi–”
She snorted.
“But I didn’t think you’d settle for some pussy like Elliot’s cousin.”
“Shut up.”
“What?”
“I said, shut up.” She pointed a finger at him. He surprised her by taking a step backward. “Don’t you say anything about him. He’s a better man than you’ll ever be.”
His eyes narrowed. “What is with you? You like this guy or something?” He practically jumped. “Is he your mate?”
She glared. “You say a word to anyone about me and Callum and I’ll tell him to rip your balls off. And if you piss me off again, I might even ask Elliot to help him.”
Benjamin went gray.
Nonchalantly, she took a sip and winced when she burned her tongue. She glanced at the giant cup in her hand, then at Benjamin. “Speak to me again, or think of touching me, and you’ll be wearing this scalding cup of tea. Am I clear?”
He sucked in a breath. “You’re a bitch, you know that? You’re not the girl I thought you were.”
“Thank God for that.” With those parting words, Vivian turned on her heel and left Benjamin on the sidewalk.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Glancing around, he took note of who was at the poker table: Hara, Murphy, Lapu, Pane, and Norman. More or less the normal poker crowd.
He despised everyone in this room. Everyone.
Rafe tapped his cards against the felt table. He was down to his last few chips.
It was a necessary evil, attending these poker nights. He came to the table, knowing he was going to lose money, but that he’d gain knowledge. Jessop never came to poker nights. Thatcher had forbidden him from participating after having to bail him out one too many times.
Sometimes Benjamin would sit in for a game, but after his run-in with Elliot and Callum, Rafe doubted he’d show his face at an event where Rafe or one of his friends was.
He’d planned to drop five hundred tonight. A drop in the bucket for him, but he wanted them to think he was horrible at poker. If he continued to lose, they continued to invite him—and continued to underestimate him.
Norman wasn’t drinking as much as normal, his focus clearly on the cards and trying to best Hara.
Unfortunately for their pack beta, Hara was infinitely smarter than Norman, and tonight, Norman had doubled his debt to the young omega.
As Hara pulled the poker chips toward himself, he glanced at Norman, whose chip pile was now non-existent. “Norman, normally I don’t mind lending you the money to play, but I’m going to need it back.”
The pack beta frowned. “You know I don’t have that kind of money right now.”
“I’m aware.” Hara started stacking chips. “But you do have something I want.”
“You’re kidding, right?” Norman’s tone was one of shock and disgust.
