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“You?” she asks, pretending to polish a glass as I feign interest in something else.
“This place is a casino alright, more than just a club,” I growl, fighting the urge to hold her close, tell her everything I need to do to her.
“The fuck?” Marco hisses over the bar as I reach for a glass, pouring some water from the faucet and almost drinking it before tossing it.
“Just thirsty, I guess,” I remark, grinning at Becky and cupping her ass in one of my hands where Marco can’t see.
“Just stay on your side, will ya? Jeez!” he exclaims, muttering that he never used to go wandering when he was in the back.
Checking my watch and moving back through to the gaming floor, I let out a smiling grunt when I see him.
He’s slipped in through the back, part of the ‘big deal’ crowd for tonight.
Matt fucking Diamond.
My old friend and ex-business partner.
I might have known.
He hasn’t spotted me yet, and it’s easy enough to avoid him as I mingle through the crowd near another table, but soon enough I get my instructions.
Sawyer himself comes down, asking in a hoarse whisper where the hell I’ve been.
“That’s our group,” he tells me, jutting a double chin towards my ex-business partner as he settles himself at a blackjack table, a Barbie doll waitress on either side of him, plying him with drinks and little giggles already.
There are a few other faces at the table I don’t or could never know but I actually stifle a laugh when I see who joins my oldest friend and newest enemy at the table.
My parole officer.
I’m already cutting Charlie Sawyer some slack in my mind.
Maybe.
If I can get enough truth about my ex-business partner and my parole officer?
I scan the room for my memory of the judge who imposed probation in the first place, from what I remember the man seemed fair.
Maybe he is clean after all.
I only need to have enough information to prove it was my oldest friend framing me the whole time.
Son. Of. A. Bitch.
I won’t lie, the urge to wring his fucking neck in public is the first thing that occurs to me. And maybe two days ago I would have.
But I have Becky now, everything’s for her so I need to keep calm and do what I do best.
Play bouncer and gather information. Then count the minutes until I can get Becky home, our whole future looking brighter by the second as I watch the man I used to consider my best friend gambling my fucking money away.
His playmate the very man who set me up with probation working in this place... But out front. Not back here where I could find them both in plain view, gambling with my money.
Becky’s money too now.
That’s the thought that makes it worst in my mind, and I vow on the spot to do whatever it takes to bring them down.
All of them.
Chapter Eighteen
Becky
I’ve been spoiled and in the best way.
A whole shift and then a day with Dillon that only leaves me craving him even more.
Promising myself that tonight, I will be his.
Maybe it’s fate, but being so close yet so far from him only makes me want him even more. Almost wishing I could turn back time and give myself to him last night.
Without him by my bar, looking at Marco’s mug for so many hours only makes the time pass slower.
But Dillon somehow manages to sneak in a few little visits. The early hours are easiest for him as Marco yawns and dawdles his attention away from his job.
Before I know it, it’s time to head home and my heart warms at the thought of a true home.
A beautiful, huge house with an even bigger and more beautiful man to fill it.
The ugly afternoon with my landlord and all my bills taken care of with Dillon’s own powerful and commanding style.
Exposing them for being nothing serious to begin with now he shows me that he’s a man of his word as well knowing just what he wants.
He’s quick to get me out of the club once it finally closes, even putting up with Marco’s attitude to the point of smiling at him as we both leave.
Like he has a secret that cancels everything out.
I wait until we’re in his truck, and once he’s lifted me into my side I slide over and feel my hands gripping him like he’s the one and only thing I need.
Even more than air it feels like, my own breath quick and short as I replace it with his touch.
“A whole day away from that place,” I sigh, feeling his big arm pull me in close, smelling his musky scent up close before he tilts my chin up and kisses me hard.
“What was that for?” I ask, not needing an answer, but more interested in the smile still playing on his own lips.
