Crow shook his head. “I don’t think you could. I’ve seen her play and she’s damn good.”
“Bullshit.” Army looked at Muerto. “Tell her that I challenge her to a game. She may be too scared, but the challenge is on the table.”
“I’m with Crow on this one. Raven’s a badass player. I don’t want any shit when you lose.”
“No worries, bro, ’cause I’m not planning to lose. I can beat her hands-down. She’s a bitch, for fuck’s sake.”
Before Muerto could respond, Paco came over. “I overheard about the pool game. I’m cool with it, but it can’t be at Balls and Holes. You know we don’t mix business with personal shit. If you want to play against Muerto’s chick, don’t do it at the pool hall.”
“We could do it here,” Goldie said.
Muerto smiled inwardly.This is exactly what she wanted.“I’ll ask her if she wants to do it, but no problems when you lose.”
“I’m not going to lose.” Army guzzled the rest of his beer.
“Who wants to place bets on the pool game between Muerto’s pool shark and Army?” Goldie announced in a loud voice. The rest of the brothers came over and started placing their bets. “Call her. See if she wants to accept the challenge. If so, the game is tonight at eight.”
“Okay.” Muerto took out his phone and sent a text to Raven.
Muerto:R u a witch? Army’s challenging u to a game. Just what u wanted.
Raven:Yessss! I’ve been called a bitch but never a witch. Ur funny. :)
Muerto:Well… u cast a spell over me, & now the game….
Raven:;) When’s the game?
Muerto:Tonight if ur good.
Raven:Oh yea. Tell him to bring it on. Time?
Muerto:8 good? Come over. Want 2 see u. I can pick u up.
Raven:U just want 2 see my bra & panties.
Muerto:True… & what’s inside them.
Raven:hehe. I’ll come on my own. See u at 7ish. Gives us time 2 talk b4 the game.♥
Staring at the heart, a funny feeling rode up his spine. Raven did something to him, made him feel things he’d never experienced before. Touchy-feely shit that women loved to talk about. And he didn’t feel like a pussy; it was just good. Real fucking good.
“So, is she in?” Army’s voice brought him back to the clubhouse.
“Yeah.”
“The game’ll be at eight. Hope she can cover the loss.” Army grabbed a handful of pretzels from a bowl on the bar.
“If she can’t, Muerto will, right, dude?” Crow asked.
“Yeah.”
“Did you tell her she can’t bring her own cue stick or cue ball?” Army said while chewing.
“She knows. She’s a pro, dude.” Muerto drained his shot glass.
“We’ll see.” Army looked over Jigger’s head. “Hey, Kelly, get your ass over here. I need some good fucking before the game. Bring Fina with you. I’m feeling real lucky tonight.” He laughed and swung his arm around Kelly when she came over. “Let’s go to my room,” he said as Kelly giggled. They walked off and Fina joined them, hooking her arm around his waist as the trio disappeared from the room.
“I almost wish Raven would beat his ass tonight. It’d bring the cocky bastard down a few notches,” Crow said in a low voice. Muerto nodded, hoping the same thing.
