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“Hey,” I shouted. “That’s dirty, Gage.”
My protests didn’t matter. Not once Havoc punched him back. Raina let out a little squeal and clapped her hands together.
“Let’s see some blood, boys,” she called. “Give your goddess a show.”
Raina claimed that we were fucked up. She wasn’t all milk and cookies herself. There wasn’t a damn sweet and wholesome thing about her. No wonder we all wanted her so bad.
Gage was the first to draw blood. That’s when I called it. His fist connected with Havoc’s face perfectly. Blood gushed from his nose. That’s exactly what Raina had wanted.
“That’s enough,” I barked, stepping in between them. I held up a hand to keep either of them from continuing. “You’re done. Let’s drink and order food.”
Havoc bent over, letting the blood run from his nose to puddle in the grass next to the pool. His maniacal grin landed on Raina. “And then we party.”
CHAPTER SEVEN
RAINA
“Don’t let me lose sight of you, Bad Girl, or we’re going to have a problem.” Havoc shoved open the front door to the Angels’ house, ushering me in ahead of him. “And don’t accept anything from anyone who isn’t us.”
A surprised laugh burst out. “Are you kidding? I’m not taking anything from you assholes. I learned that lesson.”
Gage and Knight filed in behind us. The house was average size for a typical family. Nice without being fancy. Not that it needed to be. We entered into the living room where people were doing everything from keg stands to dry humping in the corner. Maybe some not so dry humping as well. Damn, it wasn’t even that late yet.
Leaning in close so his breath tickled my ear, Gage snarled, “I promise you, Cherry Pie, that next time we group fuck you, you’ll be stone cold sober, and you’ll still beg for more cock.”
My nose wrinkled, my lip curling in distaste. “I wouldn’t bet on it.”
As Havoc pushed me along through the living room to the kitchen, I scanned the party goers for Clover. She said that she’d be here. We reached the kitchen where people were packed around the six seater table. Others hung out around the island. A back door led into the yard. The scent of fire smoke drifted in through the open door.
Right away Havoc was greeted by people vying for his attention. Guys and girls seemed to want the Gods to notice them. I, on the other hand, was doing my best to not be noticed by them. No way in hell was I hanging with them all night. I couldn’t think of a shittier way to spend a party.
While Havoc was distracted talking shit with some guy I didn’t know, I tugged free of him and helped myself to the booze. Selecting whiskey from among the many bottles on the counter, I poured a large splash into a disposable plastic cup. Seeing as Clover wasn’t in the house, she must be outside. Assuming she was already here.
Leaving the guys behind, I ventured out into the backyard. A fire burned in a pit in the middle of the yard. A large group stood around the fire, passing joints and drinking. Chairs were littered about the yard, most of them occupied. As I searched the shadowy corners of the yard, I heard my name.
I turned to find Clover and Lyra standing on the outer edge of the crowd gathered around the fire. Clover waved me over, her face lighting up with a brilliant smile. It was almost as bright as her pink lipstick.
“Hey, girl.” She pulled me in for a quick hug, holding her drink out so it wouldn’t spill on me. “Glad you made it. Did you come alone?”
She glanced behind me, expecting to see the jerks who’d collared me. I shook my head and took a large swallow of my drink. “Unfortunately, no. The old balls and chains are in the house.” I met Lyra’s uncertain glance with a smile. “Hey, Lyra. Nice to see you. How’s it going?”
“It’s good.” Lyra nervously tucked a lock of long brown hair behind an ear. She clutched a vodka cooler in the other hand. “Same old shit. Work and school, you know.”
Making small talk was far better than the cold shoulder I’d expected. Clover had told me that Lyra thought faking my own death to mess with the Gods was screwed up. She wasn’t wrong. That’s why I didn’t hold it against her if she didn’t want to let me get too close. Considering the Gods had claimed me as a damn pet, things might get crazier than faking my own death. I didn’t want to subject Lyra to that. She seemed far too sweet and pure for my brand of crazy.
The three of us talked while enjoying our drinks. Basic stuff. A way to engage that didn’t require any deep thought. I was just happy to hang with Clover. The girl time meant even more to me these days than ever before. I kept sneaking glances at the house, expecting the jerks to emerge and ruin this for me.
It was a totally different jerk that ruined our vibe though. A guy dressed all in black sauntered over, his hands shoved into the pockets of his expensive jeans. His gaze skimmed over Clover and me before zeroing in on Lyra.
She stiffened when she noticed him approaching. Angling her body to turn her back to him didn’t stop the guy from hooking a thumb under the thin strap of her tank top. He pulled the strap away, letting it snap back against her skin.
“That’s quite an enticing top you have on there, Corn Flake,” he said with a hungry grin. “Who exactly are you trying to entice?”
Lyra’s entire body tensed. Her gaze darted about frantically, like a caught animal seeking escape. “Not you, dickhole. Take a hike, Jet. Kind of busy with my friends here.”
I studied Jet, giving him a quick, analytical onceover. Hair so dark it was almost black, it matched his eyes. They were also impossibly dark. The firelight reflected in his pupils enhanced the effect. A tattoo on his neck drew my attention. I squinted, trying to make it out. It appeared to be a vampire bite with blood drops spilling down his neck. Edgy. Maybe a little pretentious.
“Too good to introduce me to your friends?” Jet slid a possessive arm around Lyra’s shoulders. “They should know me. I’m family.”
