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“Like hell. You are a crazy bitch.” He shakes his head.
“Your ability to antagonize Kyson is my favorite of your traits, Alaska,” Kenzo interjects.
Food is placed down at the center of the long table for us to serve ourselves. Once the waiters are gone, the chatter around the table resumes.
“So it’s not my good looks? Or the way I make your brother stalk me without my permission?” I ask Kenzo with my head tilted to the side innocently.
Everyone has some type of mask on, but even with that, I feel a few eyes on me.
“Zuko.”
I turn back to the table to search for the person who called Zuko’s name. Zuko is facing the end of the table where a few men sit talking to each other in hushed tones.
“Yes?”
“Is she an offering?” one asks, nodding at me.
Zuko straightens next to me. “Excuse me?” he growls, a threat evident in his tone.
“Why else would you bring her here dressed like that? To not only tease but to give as well?”
“She is my date. Just as you are all welcome to bring one.”
“Pops is the only one stupid enough to bring a date,” one of the men says.
The room falls deadly silent.
“Yeah, Pops. Do you tell Zuko here what we do with your dates?” someone else adds.
My eyes fly up to the lady with Pops. She isn’t the same one from the boys’ birthday party. She looks down to her lap and says nothing. I glance over at Pops to see him watching Zuko.
“What do you do with them?” Zuko asks.
“They do what any of the men want,” Pops answers.
“You pay them?” Zuko questions.
Pops ghosts the back of his hand over her chest, and she visibly flinches.
“No, they do it for protection. Isn’t that right, sweetheart?” He squeezes her shoulder.
“Seems she doesn’t want you touching her,” I can’t help blurting out.
If you dropped a pin right now, you would hear it.
That’s how silent the room is.
I glance back at the woman to see her staring at me with her eyes wide. I turn to Pops and see contempt written all over his face.
“I’d watch your words, whore, or you will end up just like her… Needing my protection.”
Zuko goes to stand, but I quickly place my hand on his thigh, halting him. Pops notices, and it seems to make him smile.
“I want that whore. I bet I can teach her a thing or two. One being how to speak to a man,” a balding asshole halfway down the table says as he leers at me.
Someone slams their fist on the table, and we all turn to see Kyson fuming. “Shut the fuck up, all of you. I want to eat already,” he bellows.
A few laugh at his outburst, and I let go of Zuko’s thigh and pick up my fork. I hear the other men still talking about me and how they plan to fuck me.
