“Good choice,” he says, right before the needle pierces my skin.
Adora
“So I told her that if the choice was between a handjob or nothing, I’d just go home,” Domino says, face dead serious, “because in all my years, no woman has ever been able to give me a better handsie than I give myself.”
He pauses, then adds, clearly offended, “And then she threw her drink all over me. Can you believe that? That’s what I get for being honest.”
Crickets would be heard, if there were any inside the clubhouse right now.
I stare at him, eyes wide. I have no idea why he felt the need to share this with me. I was just minding my own business, anxiously sweeping the main room, trying not to think about whatever Ghost is doing right now, when he decided to overshare shit I neither need nor want to know.
I’ve been at the clubhouse since last night, because apparently I’m in danger. Domino showed up soon after Ghost left my place, and now he’s back to playing bodyguard while I’m back on lockdown. President’s orders. Vice President’s orders too.
“Domino,” I say, lifting the broom and shaking it in front of his face, “do you see this broom?”
He nods.
“If hitting you over the head once with this broom made you ten times smarter,” I continue sweetly, “then if I hit you a hundred times, your IQ would still be below average.”
His brows knit together just as a wild, unhinged cackle explodes from behind me.
I spin around, startled, and my jaw drops, full cartoon-wolf style.
The most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen strides in through the main door like she’s walking a runway. Her hips sway with deliberate confidence, as if she’s casting a spell with every step. Long black hair streaked with dark violet is pulled into a sleek ponytail that swishes behind her like a siren’s tail, glossy and dangerous. Heavy gold earrings, expensive as fuck, swing against the elegant line of her neck, catching the light as she moves.
A tiny black dress clings to her like it was poured on, short enough to show off an endless stretch of smooth, shapely legs.
My gaze drops helplessly to her feet. Those heels have to be at least four inches!
I suddenly become painfully aware of my dusty T-shirt and old jeans.
“This is the mountains,” I mumble before I can stop myself.
“What was that?” the siren asks, smiling like she knows exactly what she’s doing.
I square my shoulders, take a breath, and scrape my confidence off the floor.
“This is the mountains,” I repeat louder, pointing at the ground with the broom. “You need boots. Otherwise, you’re going to break a leg.”
She laughs, and it’s another unhinged cackle, completely at odds with the femme fatale look she’s rocking.
“Oh, I’m used to keeping my balance on all kinds of surfaces,” she says, waving my concern away. “I’m Theresa.” She looks at me expectantly.
“I’m Adora,” I manage, still a little dazed.
“Nice to meet you, Adora.” She claps her hands once and snaps her attention to Domino, who’s stretched out in his chair, eyes bouncing between us. “You there. Big guy. The fridge in my cabin is empty. I need food and a good fucking.” She smiles. “In that order.”
My eyebrows shoot up.
“My new friend here will join me for dinner.” Her grin turns sinful. “Andyouwill join me for the fucking.”
I whip my head toward Domino, holding my breath.
“You’re in luck, beautiful,” he says with a lazy grin. “Mama and Pops should be just about done in the kitchen.” Then his smile turns apologetic. “As for the fucking, I’ve gotta decline. Don’t get me wrong, I’d love nothing more than to fuck you until the mattress caught fire. But Luca would cut my dick off with a rusty saw if I touched you.”
“Luca?” I blurt. “As in, the Romano guy?”
Theresa’s mouth twists like she just tasted something foul.
