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Please don’t be a club girl.
Please don’t be a club girl.
She is stunning with long black hair, but her eyes catch my attention. They are a beautiful green with specks of gold that make her eyes look like they glitter. Her amusement, of my perusal, is seen on her face. But I don’t give a shit. I’m trying to figure out if I see Club Girl on her. I know those bitches are notorious for being sweet and then flipping a switch and becoming fucking cunts. I have hope when I see she is wearing a fitted tank top with a… Oh, thank fuck, she has a property cut. Continuing my perusal, she is wearing ripped jeans and riding boots. And I’m thanking whoever that she is indeed not a hoe bag. I might not have to smack a bitch. The jury is still out on that. The ol’ ladies can be territorial, too. They are usually more discreet and underhanded about it. I activated my sweet persona and play nice for now.
I let a smile play on my face as I answered her, “Yep, the same. One of two. I have a twin brother, Blaze.” I look around as if I’m going to find him. I won’t. He isn’t back yet.
“Yeah, I heard about him, too. I heard you all were here giving Princesa troubles.” She laughs a little and shakes her head. Pulling out the stool next to me and sitting down. She signals the prospect to bring her a drink. I stare at her, not sure how to take her. “That girl is a handful. I’m Valeria.” She raises her hand. I look down at the baby I’m holding and back at her. She chuckles in understanding, tucking her outstretched hand away. “I’m Titus’s ol’ lady, by the way. Between you and me…” she leans closer to me, even though she’s already pretty damn close, “I’m glad someone is on her level and can put the mocosa in her place. I heard you had her flat on her ass,” she full-out laughs. Nevertheless, I’m still unsure about her, so I’ll play along.
I chuckle. “Yeah, she took some shit too far, and being the brat she is, as you called her, needed to be put in her place and taken down a few pegs. If you know what I mean, I don’t do well with disrespect.” My eyes narrow on her, leaving the threat in the air. She may not have given me shit yet, but I’m not one to leave it to chance. I stare at her in her eyes, ensuring I get my message across. She holds my stare and nods in understanding, the smile and openness of her expression never leaving her face.
“I get it. I do, but there is… a hierarchy between us women around here, and it must be followed whether or not we like it. And believe me, plenty of us ol’ ladies dislike particular people at the top. If you know what I mean.” It’s my turn to laugh as an understanding is had between the two of us.
“Whose kid is that?”
I’m startled by the unexpected intruder but quickly realize it’s Taz when he wraps his hand around my shoulder on the opposite side of Valeria. I turn to smile at him, and like a long-lost lover, he bends down and kisses me on the forehead. Whoa, there, big guy, when did we get on the kiss-the-forehead level? My eyes narrow on him, and he smirks and gives me a wink, knowing damn well what I’m thinking.
Looking down at the sleeping baby, I can’t answer. I have no clue whose baby this is. Well, I do, and I don’t. I saw a mother struggling to balance the baby and capture the toddler. As the newly appointed MC Princess I am, I took it upon myself to scoop the baby up. I told the mother to handle her business; I wasn’t going anywhere. It helped that Vex stepped in to reassure the woman that I was cool and I was his long-lost sister. That did it because the woman took off after the toddler, and I haven’t seen her since. Thinking about it, I haven’t seen Vex or Bull for a while. Yep, just like that, I was left with an adorable baby boy, and If I am being honest, I’m not mad about it. The little stinker is cute. I’ve always loved babies and kids. I know I’m an assassin, but I am an assassin with a functioning uterus. Either way, the mothering thing doesn’t scare me in the least.
“Do you even know?” Taz stares down at me with amusement in his eyes. And I want to smack his beautiful bald head and kiss it better. And then something happens. His eyes heat, and I look away because Hello… baby.
“Um…” I clear my throat, trying to ignore what those sexy as fuck brown eyes do to the down under. “See, I saw a sweet little mother struggling with a super cute little girl and this little guy. So, I thought, why not help? Have you looked around this place? It’s like a dive bar and daycare thrown up. No baby should be left alone. They might catch something.” I scrunch my nose and see that he is trying to hide his laughter. “Also, I’m a pro at this aunty thing. I’ve babysat my bestie quads a time or two. I’m very much qualified to care for a baby.” My eyes narrow at him, and he keeps smirking. “And he is sleeping, so yay me. I’m sure his mother is doing mothering things, so I’ll keep this little guy until she is done, whoever she is.” I clamp my mouth shut to stop my rambling.
I hear laughter erupt all around me, and I look around and realize that I most definitely caught more than a few people's attention.
Taz leans down, his face mere millimeters from mine, with laughter in his eyes and a smile on his lips.
“So, that would be a no.”
I huff out in annoyance. “Um, whatever.” I roll my eyes at him and try to convince myself that his lips so close to mine are a bad, bad thing.
Terrible.
Horrible.
Absolutely not… they are not beautiful, lush, plump, and in need of a good licking or ten.
Nope, I’m not thinking about his lips at all.
A snicker comes from beside me, and I lean back and snap my head toward the offender who messed up my internal debate. Then I hear Taz bark out in laughter. Shit.
“Wow, I also heard about that.” Valeria waves a knowing finger between us. And if I could blush, I would blush in the most badass of ways.
I look at her and decide to be, well, me. “What do you mean?” I stare at her in confusion and furrowed brows because the surprise on her face nearly cracks my resolve. “Me and this guy are... Nothing, he is my long-lost father’s VP. So…” I release one of my arms from under the baby to pat Taz on his very firm chest. It takes everything in me not to rub all over those pierced nipples. Shit, hands off, hands off. Shit, he’s way too damn firm. Oh lawd, the things I want to do to this man. Looking up at him. “Aren’t we, Mr. VP? You helped me out when I got shot and got me all patched up as a good right-hand man to my father would.” My face stays impassive.
Watching Taz’s face harden and become blank, I think I may have fucked up. He glares down at me, and his eyes shudder in a way I do not like. He says nothing as he stands to his full height without a word and walks away. Umm. I watched him stomp away as my brows furrowed.
“Oh, girl, I think he is mad, mad.” She gives me a wide-eyed look. Smoothing my features, I play it off and give her a shrug in response.
Hell, I was just fucking with the guy. I mean, seriously, hasn’t he realized I am a little crazy? It was a fucking joke, for fuck's sake. I mean, I let them man in my tunnel of happiness and joy within hours of meeting him. He and I both know what this is. At least I do, and I thought he did, too. He was the one to claim me in front of the club. A little jokey joke as payback should not have him stomping off. It was supposed to be the opposite, you know. Him going all caveman and carrying me away and showing me who I belong to and all the romance novel shit. Closing my eyes, I take a breath, shaking my head. What the fuck. I don’t know what I’m doing.
I not so discreetly try to find him while looking through the mirror above the bar. No dice. I’m not one of those girls who will fall into the drama of a third-act breakup, and we are not turning this into some weird miscommunication thing. Yes, it's a stupid misunderstanding. All he had to do was open his damn mouth and ask questions. I would have said. I’m fucking with you, jkjk hahaha. We haven’t been dating or whatever long enough to be broken up over some silly shit like a joke. For him to have this big of a reaction is ridiculous.
You know what? I’m not worried about it. If his ass wants to be a sensitive Sally, then by all means. Don’t expect me to apologize for being me. Nope, not going to happen.
A sweet voice breaks into my thoughts, snapping me back into the here and now. “Oh, thank you so much. He was no trouble, was he?” The mother whose baby I’m holding in my arms burrows in between Valeria and me.
Releasing the tension, I didn’t know I was holding. The little guy squirms a little. I smile at the mother. I don’t get to answer before Valeria pipes up. “He was perfectly fine, Mary-Sue. This Niño could sleep through anything. I’ve told you that. Only someone with a cold, dead heart would have a problem with the Niño. He is a perfect ángel. Right?” I smile and nod.
