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“In his office. You guys look nice,” Brewer commented.
When I looked up, Riley shrugged. “Just because we can’t go out doesn’t mean we can’t have fun.”
I snorted. I got the feeling that their idea of fun was a punishment for their old men for keeping them here. Reaper was with Croy, but Knox was staring at Allie with a hungry look on his face. I’d bet my winnings that if he asked her to go upstairs, he’d be hit with an immediate no. They were dressed to the nines to fuck with the guys, and I was here for it.
“Want me to get him to come out here?” I offered.
She flashed me a smirk, but her eyes narrowed on Chrissie. “Problem?”
Chrissie made an irritated noise, crossing her arms defensively. “Did I say there was?”
Riley and her had it out when Riley was still struggling to come to terms with her place as Croy’s old lady. Chrissie decided to be a bitch and tried to stake a claim on Croy right in front of Riley. Riley wasn’t a fucking pushover though, and she took issue with it. Since then, she and Chrissie had avoided each other, but they were bound to be around each other eventually.
Allie dropped into Knox’s lap in a possessive gesture, scowling at Chrissie. Chrissie rolled her eyes. “Don’t worry, I’ve got no interest in Knox. He’s not my type.”
Allie made a face. “Like I give a shit what your type is. Go away.”
“I’ve got just as much right to be here as you do,” Chrissie glared at her.
I huffed out a laugh, shaking my head. Wrong thing to say. Now I wasn’t gonna get fucking laid.
“No, you fucking don’t,” Allie snarled.
“Why don’t you go throw your snatch at someone else and stop wasting all the good air around here,” Riley added, a bored look on her face.
Chrissie let out an outraged shriek. “Fuck you!”
Riley scrunched her nose. “No thanks. I wouldn’t want to catch anything.”
I couldn’t hold back my bark of laughter. Riley had some excellent comebacks. Chrissie screeched and stomped her foot, but before she could say some shit that might get her killed, Croy’s office door opened and him and Reaper strolled out, effectively silencing Chrissie’s rant. If you wanted to live, you didn’t piss off those two. Hell, if you wanted to die a quick death, you pissed off anyone but those two.
Chrissie moved closer to me at their approach, like I would save her or some shit. She had the wrong guy for that. My brotherhood came before any pussy, even one as willing as hers. Sweetbutts weren’t part of our crew and my loyalty couldn’t be bought with the promise of a good time.
“What the fuck is goin’ on over here?” Crow growled.
Riley had been around long enough that most of the sweetbutts learned to stay the fuck away from Croy. Not Chrissie. She pouted, trying to get in his good graces.
“I didn’t do anything. I was just asking Clink if he wanted to go upstairs and they attacked me.”
Quinn scoffed. “Yeah, right. Maybe if you kept your big mouth shut, we wouldn’t have engaged with you.”
She was the quiet one, and whenever she got catty, it was a shock to the system. Reaper seemed to enjoy it, though. He pulled her against his side, wrapping her hair around his fist in a possessive gesture. Croy was a little less subtle about it. He tugged Riley backwards against his chest and put his hand on her neck. She melted into it, a smile pulling at her lips even when she was still shooting daggers at Chrissie.
“Croy,” Chrissie whined. “She shouldn’t get to attack me every time I come over. I didn’t do anything wrong.”
He wouldn’t even look in Chrissie’s direction, tipping Riley’s head so he could run his teeth along her neck. Jealousy shot through me and stunned the shit out of me. I’d never been jealous of my brothers before. I liked being single, but listening to Chrissie’s bullshit was annoying as fuck and seeing how easy Croy, Reaper, and Knox had it with their old ladies was eye opening.
“Somehow, I don’t fuckin’ believe you. Riley can do whatever the fuck she wants. She’s the first lady, not you. Now fuck off. You’re ruinin’ a good time,” Croy growled.
Chrissie’s mouth fell open, and she whipped her head around, looking to me to come to her rescue. I shrugged.
“You heard ‘im.”
She screeched and stomped her foot again before storming out of the MC. Letting out a sigh, I slouched a little. There went my evening.
“You can do better.”
Quinn’s comment caught my attention, and I smirked at her. “Not really lookin’ for better right now, sweetheart. Just lookin’ for a good time. Here, play for me. I gotta make a call.”
