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Thankfully, silence graces the table as we eat. Luring me into a false sense of comfort.
“Emmett, do you like my make-up skills I’ve been learning?” Emily asks, and my spine stiffens instantly.
Fuck.
As if he wasn’t sure what she meant, she grips my chin and tilts my head to her brother.
“How does her sweetness and innocence allow her to get away with so much shit?” I grumble, not even fighting out of her hold, and Emmett scoffs.
“You fucking tell me.”
At least there’s something we can agree on.
“Hey, you didn’t answer my question, Em.”
Emmett rolls his eyes at his sister before looking at me again. “You did a great job of putting all of the sass Scarlett has on the inside, on the outside.”
My lips purse as I try not to laugh at him. He offers me a wink, and Maggie chuckles from the other side of me.
“Are you looking at my sweet cheeks?” Gray asks, pulling my gaze to his as he grins wickedly, and my eyes quickly narrow at him. I don’t know what his fucking game is here, but it’s messing with my head.
“Are you his sweet cheeks?” Emmett asks, bracing his hand on the back of my seat and my body warms from his close proximity.
“Not that I recall, no.” My voice is far more breathy than I care to admit, but the moment is broken by Ryker.
“She ain’t a Ruthless Bitch yet either.”
I look over at him, but as usual, he gives nothing away, leaving me even more confused.
“My friend,” Gray starts, waiting until everyone at the table is looking at him before he shrugs. “If you felt her pussy, you would understand.”
I choke on thin air as my face heats. He did not just fucking say that in front of his mom. His. Mom. My face falls into my hands as the table rings out with laughter, and when I finally peer through my fingers to glance at Maggie, I find her laughing harder than anyone else.
I have no idea what I’ve walked into here, but I almost… like it?
Hands grab my waist in the next moment as I’m lifted out of my seat for the briefest second and placed in someone’s lap. I didn’t move far enough for it to be anyone other than Emmett, and when I drop my hands, it’s the hot blond Viking.
I don’t fight to stand up, surprised and aroused too much to think for myself as I simply look at him. His gaze remains locked on mine as he places his hand on my thigh, and I tense beneath his touch as my core tightens.
Fuck.
Running my tongue over my bottom lip, I don’t know what the next move is, what it’s expected to be, but I can’t turn and look at Emily right now. I can’t let her see the need in my eyes at her brother's touch.
I’m so screwed.
Emmett’s fingers trail higher up my thigh, and I move my hand to his shoulder in preparation. For what, I don’t know, but whatever it is, it doesn’t come.
Two gunshots ring out in the air, startling the whole club as screams sound out, and a chuckle I would know anywhere echoes around us.
“What a perfect fucking get-together. Did my invite get lost in the mail?”
I don’t turn to look, my eyes focused on Emmett’s hand that is now tightly clamped down on my thigh. There will be bruises from his grip in the morning, I know it.
“Who the fuck are you?” Axel asks, and my eyes fall closed, already knowing the answer.
“We’re the fucking Devil’s Brutes.”
FIFTEEN
