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“Perfect.” Standing, he turned off the monitor. “I’ll catch up tomorrow.”
Kevlar patted him on the back. “Sure, you will.”
Rubble didn’t like the tone in Kevlar’s voice, but he let it slide. He wasn’t in a joking mood. Right now, he needed to watch over Jupiter in case one of his dumbass brothers got a little too handsy.
* * *
She was a natural.At least that’s what it looked like from his viewpoint on the other side of the room. Rubble finished the last bit of pasta and took his plate to the kitchen. He handed it to a nymph doing the dishes, giving her a swat on her ass before leaving her to her duties.
Jupiter’s laughter caught his ear, guiding him back to the pool tables. She and Dolly were playing against Hawk and Cueball. From the looks of it, the ladies were losing. Both sides were slinging back beers, the steady tempo of the country song in the background drowning out the clinking of balls.
Rubble sat on the leather couch next to Kevlar. The other man nursed a whiskey in one hand and texted his old lady in the other. Despite everyone else drinking, Rubble didn’t feel the need or desire. Jupiter muddled his mind more than alcohol.
“And that’s another loss for you two,” Hawk said with a cocky smirk. “Want to try again?”
Dolly placed her hands on her hips, face showing she was ready for a fight, but then Jupiter walked over and whispered something in her ear. The club madam went from fiery to mysterious in an instant.
Rubble sat up a little straighter, straining to hear their conversation better.
“All right, boys, rack ’em up.” Dolly fished out a wad of cash from her bra and placed it on the table. “But this time, we’re playing for money, not glory.”
Cueball and Hawk exchanged a skeptical glance. “Why don’t we play for both?” Cueball suggested, fronting the money for the bet.
“Yo, Rubble, you want a piece of this action?” Hawk asked, walking over, and offering a cue stick.
Rubble eyed his brothers then the two women who looked much too intrigued. “All right, but we’ll have to break it up to two tables.”
Cueball nodded. “Only seems fair. Me versus Jupiter.”
“And me versus Rubble,” Dolly said with a sly grin.
“What about me?” Hawk pouted, left out of the game.
Kevlar finished his whiskey in one drink. “I’ll play ya next game, brother. I have a feeling we should sit this one out.”
Hawk reluctantly handed over his stick and sat next to Kevlar. “Fine, then I’m taking bets on the winners.”
A group of bikers and nymphs slowly gathered side by side around the pool tables. Dolly didn’t hide her confidence, flaunting it for all to see. Rubble noticed Yasmina join the group, her eyes never shifting from the club madam.
“Hundred bucks buy in. Winner of each game faces each other for the big payout,” Snoop said, taking the cash and stashing it in his pocket for safe keeping.
The balls were racked up on both tables, and Dolly and Jupiter were given the breaks. From that moment forward, Rubble noticed the group of bikers closing in to form a tightknit circle. There was no backing down now.
Dolly hit two balls in before missing the third. When Rubble glanced over to see how Jupiter faired, Dolly clucked her tongue.
“Oh, no you don’t. Focus on me, big guy.” She smirked. “If you’re lucky, you’ll get her the next round.”
Tightening his hold on the stick, Rubble hated to admit she was right. He couldn’t advance if he kept looking at Jupiter. Sinking four balls in, he grinned at the cheers from his fellow brothers.
The games ended at the same time, he and Jupiter the victors. From the looks of it, Jupiter’s game was closer than his and Dolly’s, but he wouldn’t get ahead of himself. He’d rather have a tight game than it be a blowout.
“Looks like we’ve got our winners ready for a showdown,” Snoopy said, grinning from ear to ear. “The game is nine-ball. Best of luck.”
“Place your bets,” Hawk chimed in, grabbing the outstretched money from prospects and patches alike.
Jupiter grabbed the chalk and rubbed it on the end of her cue stick. Her hair was pulled up in a messy bun. Tendrils of hair had fallen loose, resting comfortably on the back of her neck. Only she could make faded blue jeans and a T-shirt sexy.
Rubble eyed the other men. They’d all noticed the roundness of her ass and the outline of her braless nipples against the gray shirt. He gripped the stick until he had to remind himself not to break it. They could ogle all they wanted, but she wasn’t going home with any of them. He’d make sure.
