“GET EM’ GHOST!” someone yells, and I roll my eyes.
Nico crashes against another table clutching his face while Matteo lunges at me stupidly.
Wrong choice, pal.
I sidestep him easily and slam his head down onto another poker table with enough force to crack the wood beneath him.
The entire Dungeon howls with laughter while Matteo groans as I lean down close to his ear.
“You know what prison taught me?” I ask quietly. “Rich boys bleed exactly the same.”
Then, I grab the back of his expensive shirt and yank him upright before patting his pockets myself.
Wallet. Cash. Rolex.
Mine now.
Nico spits blood onto the floor while glaring at me murderously. “You can’t just rob us.”
I grin slowly. “Looks like I just did.”
The crowd laughs again as Ryker and Caspian appear nearby, both leaning against a pillar and looking entertained as hell.
“You done redecorating?” Caspian asks while eyeing the destroyed poker table.
“Almost.” I grin.
Matteo finally shakes enough sense back into himself to pull out his phone with trembling hands. “Fine! Fine. Fuck!”
Three minutes later, the money transfers through. Eight grand plus interest. I glance down at the twins while pocketing the Rolex too.
“What about that?” Matteo demands weakly.
I shrug. “Asshole tax.” I chuckle as Nico wipes blood from his face furiously.
“This place is fucking insane,” he states, and I lean down until we’re eye level.
“No,” I say quietly. “This place is organized. Difference matters.”
Then I walk away while the crowd cheers behind me. Ryker falls into step beside me, shaking his head. “You enjoy this way too much.”
I glance back at the bleeding twins still arguing with security.
“Probably.” I laugh, but he stops short.
“Ever thought of joining up?” he asks, and I raise a brow.
“Patch in? Is that what you’re asking me?” And he shrugs.
“Listen.” He looks around first before leaning closer. “D’mitri is getting out of hand and my father is going to need someone who he can trust and is batshit. You fit the bill.” He laughs but I don’t.
I’m not sure if that’s the life I want for myself or for Ophelia.
Shit. Ophelia. Fuck!
“Thanks for the offer, Ryker, but I’m good for right now,” I say, and he nods.
“Respect,” he says, giving me his knuckles.
