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The first time I have her it’s going to be in front of my club, making my point across to the brothers.
“Dad? You still there?” Melissa asks, breaking me from my thoughts. Shit, didn’t realize I went so far off track.
“Yeah, Melly, but I’m gonna let you go. Love you, kid.” I hang up and hand the phone to Emily.
Chapter Twelve
Justine
Ifinish my makeupand look in the mirror. Smoky eyes are totally my thing, with a winged flair out. This is exactly what I’m going for tonight, edgy. My bright-rainbow hair is done up in curly waves and my little black dress is on point.
Now just to add my knee-high boots and I’m set. Once done, I grab my handbag that matches my shoes and head out, only stopping in the entry way to the living room to say bye to Tomas and his guest. During our meal she was okay, but she was still off with me the entire time. She didn’t appreciate me talking about all my memories with Tomas, but what did she expect?
They look cozy on my leather couch and when I clear my throat, they startle apart. “I’m heading out now, I’ll be back late, no need to wait up for me.” I give Tomas a small smile.
He looks me over and his eyes go heavy, he knows exactly what I’ll be up to tonight, this is my ‘getting laid’ outfit and he clenches his jaw. If he didn’t like it, he didn’t have to break up with me. But that’s on him.
“Be safe,” he says and I shoot him a wink as I notice Sharon from the corner of my eye. glaring at me.
I head out and meet my Uber driver at the end of my driveway.
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THE CLUB IS PACKEDas I make my way through the throng of people to the bar. Once there, I order a gin and tonic and watch the room. I’ve always been a people watcher, but tonight, I’m looking for something specific. Someone to scratch this itch I have. And since Tomas doesn’t want it any more, well, that leaves me open to many possibilities.
“Name?” a stony-looking man to my left demands.
“Justine, you?” I raise a brow.
“Gunner.”
“Well, Gunner, how ‘bout a quickie?” He’s hot enough, tall, sandy-blond hair. Dark-brown eyes. Square jaw with just a touch of stubble on it. Yum. I lick my lips as I look him over and his eyes go heated.
He grabs my hand, and we move through the people and out to the back alley. And before I know it, my back is against the brick wall of the bar. “You wet for me?” he asks and runs his hand down my front to my pussy, cupping it. I buck into him needing more.
“What the fuck?” I hear roared. Looking up, I see the honey-brown eyes that taunt me. Hangman. My biker from down the street.
