Page 41 of Jackpot Joker

Dario

They didn't fuck.

Gio

The answer is no.

Dario

He called her a cow.

Gio

Are we killing people now for name-calling?

When it's her? Yes.

Dario

He grabbed her and tried to force her to stay against her will. That's against the rules of the club.

Gio

So we suspend him or strip his membership. We don't hunt him down.

Luca

Found him.

Gio

What the fuck, Luca?

Luca

Cow is mean.

I pull up his dumbass picture and read through the stats Luca sends over in the group chat. Benjamin Edwards. Thirty-eight years old. From Delaware. Works in finance.

Some fucking cowboy.

Dario

I want him in the Doom Room.

Gio

She doesn't even like you.

Dario

She will.

I toss my phone and lean back, running a hand over my face. Whether Jasmine ever grows to like me is beyond the point. Nobody is going to treat her the way they did tonight and get away with it.

After an hour of pacing between the living room and her bedroom door to make sure she’s okay, it takes about another hour before I finally reach a point where I’m about to doze off again. A buzzing between my legs jerks me awake. I lift my phone and smile at the message.

Luca