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Ah, Rocky, Jess’s man. “Of course,” I say as I smile up at Red.
I catch the dangerous scowl on Trigger’s face, like he’s trying to figure out how he’s going to bring the big guy down.
Red blandly considers him, but Rocky’s not so tactful. “What the fuck, Trig?”
I start to talk, but Trigger gives me a little shake. “Long story. Evanee’s gonna play some slots while we talk to Figaro.”
This time it’s my turn to frown. “I don’t play slots, love.” It’s not that I think they’re beneath me, but I find them boring. I glance over at the poker table. “Will I have enough time for a round or two of hold-em?”
Trigger follows my gaze. There are five men seated and they’re all watching us. “No.” he says tersely, then jerks his chin towards the blackjack table. There’s no one there but the dealer. “Play blackjack.”
I decide to let him have his way because I find his possessiveness charming.
“Hey!” Red shouts. He stalks over to a little man who’s trying to sneak out of the casino and grabs him by the back of his shirt hauling him up off his feet. “Where the fuck do you think you’re going?”
The man hangs limply, his feet dangling six inches off the floor. “I needed some fresh air.”
“So do I,” Red grumbles as he carries him out the door like he’s holding a puppy.
“Blackjack,” Trigger says to me, then turns and follows his brothers outside.
CHAPTERSIXTEEN
Trigger
“Hangman’s gonna fuckin’ destroy you,” Rocky says as we enter the alley that Red’s hauled Figaro down.
I glare at my supposed best friend. “What he don’t know, won’t hurt me.”
“Well, he aint’ gonna hear it from me or Red, but you know how it is. Some fuck will tell someone and so on, until word gets back to him.”
Red’s got Figaro shoved up against the wall, his gigantic hand on the stoolie’s neck.
“Easy buddy,” I say as I force my body between him and Red.
“We don’t wanna hurt him yet,” Rocky tells Red.
The comment was meant to intimidate Figaro, but Red takes it the wrong way. “Says you! I thought this was a democracy.”
I try not to react but Rocky’s not so diplomatic. “Jesus! What’s wrong with you?” He bumps chests with Red.
“Would you guys fucking stop!” It doesn’t often happen that I’m the voice of reason, but for fuck’s sake, I got a hot girl waiting in the casino and my dick is bitching about not getting enough ‘me’ time with her.
They turn their venomous eyes on me as if I’m the asshole. “Who put you in charge!” Red growls.
“It’s not a fuckin’ democracy, you assholes!” I shout. “Focus!”
“Stop fucking yelling,” Rocky hisses as he elbows me out of the way and gives Figaro a hard shove. “You’re gonna draw attention.” He looks down at Figaro. “Now where were we?”
Figaro grunts. “You were saying you don’t want to hurt me.”
“Yeah,” Rocky says, then stops like it’s the only word he knows.
I look heavenward. “Naw, little man. We don’t want to hurt you. But we ain’t gonna have to, are we?”
Figaro shakes his head. “What do you guys want? I ain’t heard anything.”
“Not lookin’ for news!” Red snarls.
