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As we pull out into the chaotic Vegas traffic, my eyes lock on a motorcycle swerving into the lane in front of us. Xed’s on the back, arms wrapped around Devon like he doesn’t have a care in the world.
My hands tighten on the wheel, knuckles white as memories and emotions crash over me like a tidal wave.
This is going to be a very long week.
Chapter six
Heavy bass rattles my skull when we step into the club, spots forming in my vision from the sudden loss of light.
The place is dimly lit, bathed in red and purple neon lights that pulse faintly to the music. A glowing dance floor sits in the middle of the room, half-naked women dancing in private booths lining the walls. Immediately, I make a beeline for the bar, slapping a couple of twenties on the counter and asking the bartender to pour me a shot.
The hairs on my nape rise moments before heat warms my back, and I stiffen when Matty reaches around me with his card.
“Put it on my tab,” he says, his voice hot in my ear.
I step away from him, bumping into Christian, who throws his arm around my shoulders as he practically drools at the ladies on stage.
“Holy shit, I’m buying Arya a lap dance. You in, hermano?”
“No.” Slamming a shot of vodka, I motion for another, swallowing that one down as well.
Christian snickers, patting my chest before pulling his girlfriend over to a table. Devon watches them go, his gaze dropping to Arya’s ass, and I roll my eyes as I take another shot.
This place is so far out of my element that it’s ridiculous.
Dev turns toward me after I snort, lip piercings glinting when he grins. “Dance with me?”
Fuck no. I plan on holding this stool down and getting wasted.
When I open my mouth to say that, though, Matty scoffs incredulously.
“Xed doesn’t dance,” he bites out, close enough that our feet are touching, and I whip my head around to glare at him.
“How the fuck would you know?”
He reels back at my tone, eyes widening with hurt. He doesn’t respond because why would he?
He doesn’t fucking know me. Not anymore.
Downing another shot, I wipe my mouth before dragging Devon onto the crowded dance floor to prove my point. He wraps himself around my waist, palms sliding down to cup my ass when our chests meet, and I pinch him hard when I lock my fingers around his neck.
“Fucking watch it,” I mutter low in his ear.
Dev huffs a laugh, grinding against me. “You wanted to put on a show. I’m just playing my part, and you’ve got a cute little ass.”
He squeezes my cheeks for emphasis, and I stomp on his toes as we sway, making him grunt.
“The next feel you cop gets a knee to the nuts.”
“You think that’ll deter me?” Laughing darkly, Devon plays it up, spinning me around to grind his thickening dick into my crease. “Pain only turns me on, Xeddy bear.”
I swear to God, I’m going to kill him.
Through the smoky haze, my eyes lock onto Matty as he watches us near the bar. His arms cross, jaw working like he’s grinding his teeth. When our gazes lock, his narrows, an unspoken conversation passing between us.
What do you think you’re doing?
Whatever the fuck I want.
