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“Yep, that’s right,” Python chimed in as he filled his shot glass. “Drink up, then shut up and get your ass upstairs.”
“It’s your fifth win in as many weeks,” Boa added. “Time to kick back and enjoy it, brother.”
Mamba heaved out a sigh. Most times, he shoved some cash in the women’s palms and sent them on their way. His brothers’ matchmaking was starting to get expensive. For him, not them.
Python slung a beefy arm around his shoulder. “Just hired a new dancer at Ecstasy. She hasn’t even been on stage yet, and she’s upstairs waiting for you.”
“A real hot brunette with a fuckin’ body that . . . let’s just say,” Python jerked his thumb at Rattler. “I thought this asshole was gonna come in his jeans the first time he saw her.”
“Fuck you.” Rattler laughed. “Your damn tongue was hanging out like a dog in heat.”
“All right, I get it She’s hot.” He tipped the glass and finished off his drink.
“She’s fuckin’ hot,” Boa added.
Mamba pushed away from the bar. Only one way to end this—go up to his room, tell the girl he wasn’t interested, and hope she didn’t start throwing shit at his head.
Good times.
He gave his brothers a two-finger salute enduring their cat calls and childish behavior. He knew they were looking out for him, wanting him to hook up with someone, but Mandy was the only one who crowded his brain.
Mamba had hoped after these last few months, the gnawing in his chest would lessen, but fuck if it hadn’t gotten worse.
He trudged up the stairs, hating what he was about to do but at the same time looking forward to lying down in his bed alone. He was beat.
He unlocked the door and entered the living room. A light shone under the door in his bedroom. Shit, it was always harder when they were already in his bed. Yep, it looked like he was in for another fight tonight, only he might be the loser of this one because scorned women were scary as fuck.
He eased the door open, mentally preparing his speech. He’d turned away so many women lately that they were starting to gossip about his dick not working. Big fuckin’ joke on them, all he had to do was think about Mandy, and his hard-on could cut glass.
A strip of light illuminated the empty bed from the adjoining bathroom. Good news, maybe she was still dressed—much easier and quicker to get her ass out.
He flipped on the bedside lamp, making the room much brighter and hopefully killing the mood.
“Hi there,” a soft voice filled the room. Fuckin’ great, now Mamba’s traitorous brain was playing tricks on him because this chick sounded just like Mandy.
He slowly turned, rehearsing his farewell speech in his head, and froze. Fuck, he was losing his shit for sure. Maybe that guy clocked him in the cage harder than he thought because now he was seeing things—namely Mandy.
“I’ve been waiting for you.” She moved around the bed and stopped in front of him.
His mouth opened, clamped shut, then flopped open again. “Mandy?”
“Are you surprised to see me?”
“Fuckin’ shocked. I mean, I . . .”
Her palm cupped his jaw. “Still can’t stand to see your face bruised.”
He licked his lips as his eyes traveled over her, certain he was hallucinating or having a seizure.
“What are you doin’ here?” He looked over her shoulder, expecting to see the stripper Python set up come barging in any minute.
She tilted his head back so their eyes met—her beautiful brown eyes with gold flecks.
“The guys said that—”
“That one of the headliners from Ecstasy would be up here, right?”
“Yeah.”
