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What that is, I have no clue. Lucky hasn’t talked to me about the Crimson Blood Clan, and I haven’t asked. I want to help them, but I’m doing my best to keep out of it.
My stomach feels tight, and I wish I could get rid of the feeling, but I can’t. Maybe if the guys hadn’t called in Calyx’s men it wouldn’t be so bad. But with Calyx here, it makes things even more unnerving because of their profession. They’re a bunch of mercenaries who can kill a man without batting an eyelash. Several of them have that hard-core look that when they look directly at you, it sends chills down your spine. They’re scary, way . . . way scary. So much so it makes the room feel cold with them standing in it.
That said, it doesn’t mean they’re not hot . . . all six of them.
Off to the side of the room, several of the fallen harlots are watching the group of men with fuck me eyes. Like seriously, skanky bitches and nothing but slobber knobbers who need to figure shit out and know men like them won’t be coming near their asses. Not just that, but the men of this club . . . they’ll fuck ’em, but they won’t make them anything more than what they are.
Sometimes, I don’t get why a woman would subject themselves so low on the totem pole. It’s something I could never do.
Searching the room, I spot Meadow sitting at a table with Storm. Calyx is standing nearly right over his daughter. The whole shitshow surrounding what they all went through is a fucked up scenario. However, it goes to show how much what happened affected Calyx. He’s all about getting to know the daughter he didn’t know he had.
Storm spots me and waves me over, but I raise my hand with my pointer finger up to tell her one minute. I need to go in the kitchen and get something to drink. My nerves are on alert, and because of that, my mouth is dry. I need something to drink.
Making my way into the kitchen, I go ahead and grab a cup from the cabinet, move to the fridge, reach in, and grab the tea Rain keeps in stock for me. I’m obsessed with Milo’s tea and rarely drink anything else unless it’s coffee. Sometimes, I’ll have the occasional bottle of water, but most of the time, it’s tea, tea, tea, tea, tea.
I guess you can say I’m also a tea nazi and I’m not afraid to tell you when it sucks. Like Arizona tea, that shit isn’t tea. Not in the least. Pure Leaf is gross, but Gold Peak comes second to Milo’s, and that’s only because I can’t get Milo’s in bottles like Gold Peak comes for individuals. Sure, Milo’s makes singles, but they have a different taste than when it’s in the gallon.
While I pour a drink, the door opens. I glance to see who it is, only to find Lacey standing in the doorway, eyes glaring and arms crossed. She looks ready for a smackdown. I have no problem giving it to her if it comes down to it, but hopefully, it won’t have to.
Turning my back to her, I put the tea jug back in the fridge, ignoring her. I spin back to the counter, snag my drink, and eye the other woman. “Is there something I can help you with?”
“You can leave the clubhouse,” she sneers.
“And why would I do that?” I lift my drink and take a sip.
“Because you’re ruining everything.” Her glare narrows, and she stomps her foot like a child throwing a tantrum.
“How the hell am I ruining everything?”
“You’re with Lucky. He’s supposed to be mine. I came here to make him mine.”
“Come again?” She wanted my man. Is this bitch for real? Saying he was supposed to be hers. “How the fuck do you think he’s supposed to be yours?”
“Because I know who he is. I knew the moment I first saw him. He’s mine, bitch, and I’m not going to let you keep him from me,” Lacey snaps.
“Are you crazy of something? Or just a gold-digging whore?” If she knows who he is, then she knows he came from money. “And how the hell do you know who he is?”
“Oh please,” Lacey scoffs. “I’m not as stupid as you think I am. I know who he is because I know who his brother is. We went to the same schools. Had the same circles.”
“If that’s true, then why are you a club skanky whore?” I snort.
“Because it was my way into getting to Lucky. Now, I suggest you leave him, or I’m going to make it so you have no other choice.”
At her threat, I can’t help but outright laugh. “You’re funny if you think that’s going to happen.” Leaning in, I curl my lip in disgust, eyeing her up and down. “Clue the hell in, bitch, you aren’t going to ever be Lucky’s. Not even if I weren’t in the picture. As for him being from money you can keep on thinking it all you want but he ain’t getting with a whore like you. Besides I’m married to him and he’s not getting rid of me. Not that I want him to anyway.”
“He gave you papers to sign because you trapped him,” she snaps, interrupting me.
“Yeah, and he’s glad I didn’t. Also, for the record, I didn’t trap him, so get the story straight. Now, go ahead and leave.” I wave a hand in a shooing motion, but she doesn’t leave. She moves even closer.
“Leave him,” she grinds out.
“Not happening.” Rolling my eyes, I set my drink down and straighten. “If you don’t drop this shit about me leaving my man, I’m going to be forced to do worse than just cutting all your hair off. Now, go.”
Lacey stares daggers at me for a long moment before spinning on her heels. “You’re gonna regret this. I always get what I want,” she calls out over her shoulder not looking back.
“I’m sure you do, skanky wad, but not this time,” I retort with a snort of laughter.
I lean against the counter as she leaves and pull out my cell. This is something I need to share with Lucky and he’s not going to like it.
