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Still, when Riti speaks it’s clear who she’s talking to. “You really shouldn’t bark like that Lola,” her tone is conversational.

“Bark?” Lola practically screeches the word as if it’s the height of offense.

I almost scoff; there are so many other ways to offend her. I wouldn’t even need to break a sweat.

“Yes,” Riti says calmly and then turns as she grabs paper towels and starts to dry her hands, “a dog. Obedient. Who goes where they’re told to go when they’re told to go there. I would say loyal, but we both know that is one thing dogs are that you are not.”

Lola’s face goes red with anger and her fists clench at her sides. I have to cover my mouth to stop myself from laughing. Riti only smiles like Lola doesn’t get the joke.

“You’re just jealous because I’ve felt Playboy’s dick deep inside me and you’ve spent years chasing him,” Lola’s tone is vicious and victorious.

“Lola,” Riti’s voice is condescending as fuck, “you really should remember your place—on your back for the brothers who haven’t figured out what it means to have standards yet. Don’t worry, they’ll figure out that your used up snatch isn’t worth the effort of ripping open a condom wrapper.”

Rage flashes in Lola’s eyes. “You’re just pathetic,” she’s practically shouting at Riti, “everyone knows you want him.”

Riti just shakes her head as amusement sparkles in her eyes while she laughs. Nothing else needs to be said.

Lola stomps her foot which has me biting my lip. She has no idea how ridiculous she looks. Then she makes a huge mistake and steps closer to me. Air is sawing in and out of her lungs and she looks like she’s on the verge of losing it completely.

“You should know that we didn’t even have time to wash up. Right now, my pussy juice is still coating his cock.” Every word she spits at me has her warm breath hitting my face.

“Your breath tastes like cum.” I take a step back from her. “You shouldn’t get that close to people before you gargle mouth wash.”

“At least I’ve been touched by a man,” Lola sneers. “If I hadn’t been kind enough to get pregnant and have Vanessa, you’d just be a lonely, bitter cunt destined to wither all alone. You should thank me.” Her features twist with condescension. “Hopefully, you can raise her not to be as pathetic as you turned out to be.”

The second my daughter’s name comes out of her mouth, red descends. Before I even realize, my hand is flying through the air and the sound of the slap I give her echoes through the bathroom like a bell tolling.

After the force of my slap snaps her head to the side, she turns back slowly. Her eyes are filled with something I’ve never seen there before—genuine surprise. I’ve never hit her.

Never.

But she went too fucking far by having my daughter’s name in her mouth like that. I should thank her? She’s spiraling.

Her tears start almost immediately. Hot. Fast.

And fake as hell.

When she runs out of the bathroom, I know exactly where she’s going. The handprint on her face is already blooming, and she wants to try and use it to make her little act relevant again.

“Here we go,” I mutter, “the real show is about to begin.” I sigh and look at Riti with trepidation. “Let’s see which way this goes.”

CHAPTER 16

PLAYBOY

I’m just placing my finished beer on the table while my eyes dart back to where the bathroom is. Lara and Riti went in that direction, but neither have come back yet. I wouldn’t be worried, but Lola also went in that direction.

Just as I’m about to say, ‘fuck it’ and go to check on my Cupcake, Lola comes running back to the table. Her face is covered in tears, and the tip of her nose is turning red. It doesn’t move me in the least.

Not even the handprint on her cheek moves me.

She’s fucking dead to me. As far as I’m concerned, it’s just a matter of time before she’s kicked out of the clubhouse permanently.

Even though I’ve been crystal clear about how I feel about her, Lola still rushes toward me. When she gets close enough, she launches herself and wraps around me while desperation rolls off her in waves.

My jaw clenches and I try to brush her off, but she only grips me harder. Now, the only way to get her off me will be with force and I’m very aware of where we are. The brothers out with me tonight, especially Ryker and Snake, look just as pissed as I feel. Scratch and Wrecker almost look amused, and their smiles only grow wider when I glare at them.

Fucking assholes.