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They probably are, but that snarky little smartass that I’ve shoved down inside me decides to make a grand appearance.
I smirk at Benton. “In your dreams, asshole.” Then I throw the ball.
As it drifts through the air, two thoughts occur to me then. One, I just came off cocky and threw the ball myself, which means I will probably miss. And two, I just called a guy that’s part of the mafia an asshole.
Whoops.
No, double whoops.
But surprisingly, my ball makes it into the cup. So, I guess just whoops.
“Heck yeah.” I celebrate, hoping to God that Benton doesn’t take it offensively that I called him an asshole.
Benton laughs as he scoops up the ball from off the floor while Ellis simply stares at me. It’s weird. Benton is Zay’s brother, but he doesn’t act like him at all. Scar guy, on the other hand, has Zay’s brooding stare down to a T.
Hunter spins me around to face him with his fist stretched in my direction. “That was so damn awesome.”
I tap my knuckles against his, giggling.
A huge ass smile breaks across his face. “See? Partying isn’t so bad, right?”
“This one isn’t.” I press my lips together. “I do wish I was more stoned, though.”
He chews on his bottom lip. “You want to go get high with me right now?”
I perk up. “Can we?”
He slides his gaze to Benton then back to me.
“Unless you can’t,” I add, remembering that we’re technically supposed to be working, not getting high and drunk.
“No, I can.” A drop of hesitancy rings in his tone.
I’m about to ask him again, but he threads his fingers through mine and turns to Benton.
“We’ll be back in a bit,” he tells him, causing Benton to smirk again.
“Make sure to wrap it up,” Benton calls out.
Some asshole snorts a laugh and makes a rude ass remark that, if he wasn’t a mafia member, I’d kick his ass.
Hunter rolls his eyes at me. “Benton can be an ass sometimes,” he tells me apologetically.
The sounds of chatter and music assault my ears.
“Obviously. He’s Zay’s brother.” I inch toward Hunter as he tows me toward the stairs.
Hunter chuckles, but the noise is barely audible over the music.
“Who’s that guy with the scar?” I wonder as we weave around people glancing at us, but I try to ignore them. “His name is Ellis, right?”
“Yeah … He’s Benton’s right-hand man.” He casts a glance over my shoulder. “Why?”
I shrug. “I don’t know. He just seemed scary and intense. And he stared a lot at me.” I want to tell him what I told Jax in the kitchen, about me being suspicious of him and Benton, but now doesn’t seem like a great time since people are everywhere.
Hunter offers me a smile. “Jax and I warned you that would happen, pretty girl.” When I narrow my eyes at him, he grins. But then his smile deflates a bit. “All jokes aside, I’m not a huge fan of how much Ellis was paying attention to you, either.”
We reach the stairs then.
