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Ringer
Sitting back and listening to the conversation around the table, I’m painfully aware of all of the naked women strutting around the club. I’m a man that hasn’t fucked a warm body in eight fucking years, but the only object of every one of my fucking desires is sitting in the sexiest fucking outfit right across from me.
I’ve watched her suck down no less than five drinks, which doesn’t take into account how many she had before I got here. She seems to be acting absolutely fine. There are only two options here: either Ryan has a really light pour, or Lilah knows how to hold her fucking liquor.
Reaper drops into the chair next to me and I lean over, nodding towards Lilah. “Should I be worried?”
He looks between me and his daughter before chuckling. “Nah. She can hold her shit pretty well for now. It’s later we worry about her.”
I draw my brows down in confusion. “I’m not following.”
“Lilah doesn’t drink often, but when she does, she goes all out. She holds it pretty damn well for a while. But no one, not even her, knows when she’s had enough.”
“Still not following, Reap.”
“She’ll be hugging her toilet for the next few days.”
“Fuck.”
“Yep.”
Sasha, the woman who has been attached to Reaper all night, leans forward. “A few weeks ago she didn’t move off of her bathroom floor for three days. I had to make sure she was alive multiple times.”
“Shit,” I groan. “We’re supposed to drive to Vegas on Friday.”
Reaper chuckles. “You’ll be doing all of the driving.”
Sasha winces. “Sorry about that. My flight leaves later today.”
I look at my watch and see it’s already one in the morning. “Should I get her out of here before it gets worse?”
Reaper’s eyes jump to his daughter as she and Razor go crazy over the dancer currently on stage. “Probably. Don’t worry about her, Ringer. Sash and I will get her home.”
I hold my hand out, stopping him from getting up and wave him off. “I got it. You guys hang out and enjoy your time together.”
“You sure?” Reaper asks, brows pinching.
“I’ll get her home and make sure she doesn’t break a tooth on the toilet bowl.” I chuckle.
“Her medicine cabinet is in the kitchen!” Sasha calls behind me as I head over to collect my drunken Princess.
I wrap my arms around her from behind and lean down so she can hear me over the music. “You ready to head home, Princess?”
“Already? You just got here!” she slurs happily, talking entirely too loud. I love it.
“I’ve been here for hours, babe.”
She turns in her seat to face me. Her eyes are glassy as they glide across my face. Biting her lip she nods, letting me help her out of her chair.
I don’t let go of her hand as I lead her past our small group and towards the exit. On our way out, we pass Ghost talking to Skull, one of his old buddies from high school who mans the door.
When his eyes drop to my hands on Lilah, he points a curious glare my way with a frown. I smile nonchalantly and nod. “See ya tomorrow, brother.”
“You be safe now, Ring,” Ghost grouches behind me as we pass the few people standing outside.
Stopping in front of my bike, I look down at Lilah who is smiling to herself.
