I’m buzzed. Really, really fucking buzzed. Probably not the smartest idea to get shitfaced in the middle of my ex-husband’s castle.
I giggle. I hiccup.
Castle.Hah. Because he’s a grumpy beast.
Shit. My therapist is gonna chew my ass out for this one. Falling headfirst into impulse again. But hell, I needed it.
I saw him when I came down. Looking all kinds of broody and sad and torn up inside. Been dodging his gaze ever since.
I don’t care what he’s feeling. No, I don’t. Definitely not.
I lean over the table and rake every chip in front of me like I’m claiming bodies on a battlefield.
“Fuck!” Fang snaps. “How the fuck did you pull that? I had a straight!”
“Mine was bigger,” I purr, smirking as the room tilts for a second.
Domino giggles like a schoolgirl beside me. His head’s back, eyes closed, slumped in his chair like someone cut the strings. I guess he had too much to drink too. He was ecstatic that I kept taking Fang’s chips. Even though I also cleaned him out.
Ria’s leaning on Tank, blinking slowly at the mountain of chips in front of me. They were the first to fall prey to my skills. Shit poker players, both of them.
“It’s okay, Fang, I’ll make you feel better,” Runa — one of the club girls who joined our table earlier — coos, squeezing his bicep.
He perks up fast, wraps his hand around her neck, and pulls her close.
“I’ll be the one doing that, baby,” he growls against her lips before giving her a filthy kiss.
I groan internally. Club girls have been swarming him all night. I didn’t get it at first. I was confused. Domino said they like to make the brothers work for it. But apparently, Fang’s the fucking exception. Then Domino said the girls call him the Clit Commander and all confusion vanished.
“Clit Commander strikes again,” Nakimera, Hellbat’s Ol’ Lady, murmurs from my left.
Temperance hums her agreement. I took them both out of the game an hour ago.
“Don’t talk about another man’s tongue game, wildcat,” Hellbat snarls, leaning over her chair from behind.
She straightens and smirks up at him.
“Why? You jealous? Gonna punish me?” she purrs, lowering her lashes seductively.
My eyebrows shoot up. I shake my head, trying to shake off the suffocating sexual tension building at the table. It only makes me dizzier.
Hellbat doesn’t say a word. Just grabs Naki, flings her over his shoulder like a caveman, and disappears.
“Well, damn,” Temperance whispers. “Where the fuck is Bones?” she mutters, eyes scanning the place.
“I want a rematch, princess,” Fang says, dragging out the nickname he heard Domino use earlier.
He gets up and pulls Runa up with him.
“Just not tonight,” he murmurs, his eyes scanning Runa from top to bottom. She practically melts in front of me. Then they’re both gone.
“Is that Mindfuck?” Ria suddenly perks up, squinting across the room.
I follow her gaze and nearly fucking choke on my own spit. Mindfuck is railing a woman on top of the pool table. In the middle of a packed clubhouse.
“Forget Mindfuck,” I screech and elbow Domino. “Is that Blair from the book club?”
He cracks one eye open. “Sure is,” he confirms. “Knew she was kinky.”
