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Although we’d stolen back Maverick’s lost cash, we hadn’t given him a single penny. Havoc had already taken a beating for losing it. That made it ours now. I’d insisted on stocking up the house with proper groceries. Otherwise, I didn’t much care how they spent it.
Until now. Knowing they were going to blow a bunch of it on this party tonight left me unsettled. Not because of the money. Because I knew that once the house was packed with people, drugs, and alcohol, just about anything could happen. And it would.
Havoc rounded the island counter, pulling me into his arms. He embraced me from behind, pressing his groin against my ass. I hated myself a little when I softened. He nipped my neck, latching onto my skin with his teeth before sucking it into his mouth. Bastard was going to leave a mark.
“I think the Angels have learned their lesson,” Havoc murmured in my ear. “If they try to fuck with us again, we’ll show them what happens when you piss off two mafia brats.”
He said that last part in a teasing manner. He and I had both grown up with the stigma of being mob kids hanging over our heads. Of course, we’d both leaned into it, working toward joining our fathers in their crime business. I wasn’t sure how that was supposed to work now. Our fathers were rivals. And we…well, I still didn’t know exactly what we were anymore.
“Speak for yourself.” I lightly elbowed him in the ribs. “I’m a princess, remember? You’re the brat.”
His low chuckle sent shockwaves down my spine. I hated the way I reacted to him. It made me feel like I had no control. Like just maybe, I kind of liked this asshole after all. The heat that pooled between my legs almost made me forget about the party.
“Of course you are. Now come let me serve you, my princess.” Havoc tried to steer me out of the kitchen.
I grabbed the counter, holding tight so he couldn’t drag me away. “I have to help Knight with dinner. If you idiots plan to get loaded, you should eat something first. Something that isn’t smothered in salt and grease.”
“You’re not smothered in salt and grease. Pretty sure that counts.” Havoc wouldn’t relent. He dragged me into the living room and tossed me down on the couch. Then he swiftly slid my leggings and underwear down.
Right there in the middle of the living room in front of Gage and Knight, Havoc vigorously licked my pussy. Once he buried his face between my legs, I didn’t want him to stop. He knelt in front of me, licking me from top to bottom and back up again.
“Shit, Havoc, we don’t have time for a gang bang. What the hell, man?” Gage looked up from his phone, tossing it onto the table. He came to sit on the recliner in the living room where he had the perfect view of Havoc going down on me.
“Now that’s not fair at all,” Knight piped up from the kitchen. “I have to stay here and man the food.”
I clutched a handful of Havoc’s black hair, biting my lip in an effort to hold back the moans. “We are so not having a gang bang right now.”
Gage pulled out a joint and stuck it between his lips. His mismatched eyes never left me. “No, that will have to wait. I don’t want to be rushed when we all fuck you together. Stop biting your lip, Raina. Let us hear how much you love Havoc’s tongue in your pussy.”
When I didn’t stop trying to hold back, Gage rose from the recliner and ambled across the room to where I lay on the couch. Tucking his unlit joint behind one ear, he grabbed my face in a rough grip and leaned down to kiss me. He thrust his tongue into my mouth as Havoc thrust his inside me. Gage possessively palmed my breast through my top, making me break. I moaned into his mouth, my hips jerking as Havoc targeted my clit with precision. I came with a breathy cry.
“That’s a good girl.” Gage gently patted my cheek, smirking as he pulled back. He stuck the joint between his lips and sparked it up with the lighter from his pocket.
Right then Knight announced, “Um, the quesadillas are ready.”
While the guys had no trouble chowing down on their food, I merely picked at mine. The unexpected forced orgasm had certainly helped reduce my stress, but it hadn’t erased it completely. I couldn’t shake the feeling that a party tonight was a bad idea.
Too bad I was the only one. Havoc was half cut by the time people started to arrive. Instead of disappearing downstairs to do their drugs, Knight and Gage took over the kitchen table, a pile of coke on a silver tray in the middle. I leaned against the kitchen counter, frowning as they took turns snorting lines with a rolled up hundred dollar bill.
They could party however they chose. Letting their guard down by plying themselves with heavy narcotics wouldn’t work in their favor when the shit hit the fan. And it would.
It didn’t take long for the house and backyard to fill with people. Even Clover and Lyra came. I was grateful for their presence. At first. Soon after Lyra arrived, her stepbrother showed up with the other Demons in tow. I couldn’t keep the sour expression off my face when Jet leaned in to whisper something in Lyra’s ear that made her cringe.
Jet sat down at the table with Gage and a few other guys who’d pulled up folding chairs from the basement. He snorted a line of coke before pulling Lyra onto his lap. She stiffened, obviously uncomfortable.
A poker game started, a pile of cash on the table next to the blow. Havoc and Knight had disappeared outside. So had Clover with Zane in tow. I guess that hookup with Blaze hadn’t panned out. She told me they made out a little but that was it. Bummer.
I snuck glances at Jet, trying to think up a way to save Lyra from him. The girl was clearly crawling out of her skin. Because I couldn’t face this party sober, I did a few shots of tequila from a bottle on the counter. Goddamn, that shit hit the spot. Too bad it burned all the way to my soul.
Finally, I mustered up the half-drunk courage to approach Lyra and Jet. “Hey, Lyra. I just bought this new skirt but it doesn’t fit right. I think it would look killer on you. Want to come upstairs and have a look at it?”
It wasn’t the smoothest excuse to get her away from Jet, but it was the best I had at the moment. She opened her mouth to respond, and Jet quickly cut her off.
“Maybe later. Lyra is about to become my bet for the next hand.” Sliding a twisted smile Gage’s way, Jet added, “What about you, Corwin? Care to make it interesting and offer up your girl as a bet?”
My jaw dropped. Jesus fuck, this guy was all bad. I doubted that Jet had a decent bone in his body. No wonder Lyra was so skittish around him.
What I didn’t expect was for Gage to actually consider it. He took it too far when he nodded. “Yeah, why not?”
