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More cheering comes from the back. I narrow my eyes at the doorway, remembering how Grace was fidgety. I don’t think I’ve ever seen the girl squirm.
“Somebody sure seems to be having fun.”
“Yeah, they do,” I say absentmindedly, my attention still on that doorway. It’s not like I can see through the walls to figure out what’s happening. “I’m going to take a piss.”
“All those shots getting to you, Wentworth? You’re getting old.”
“Old?” I huff. “Remind me again, who’s the one complaining like a pussy after a rough game?”
Spencer’s mouth falls open. “I’ve been shoved into the plexiglass!”
“In full equipment, which includespadding. Talk to me when a two-hundred-plus-pound linebacker runs into you and knocks you to the ground,old man,” I throw over my shoulder as I make my way into the hallway, where I almost knock into a couple.
I move to the side, letting them pass, my eyes zeroing in on their locked hands. That familiar ache that’s been gripping my chest ever since I walked out of Jade’s apartment is front and center, but I push it away, making my way into the back of the house where all the cheering is coming from, loud enough to be heard over the beat of the music.
I’m about to head in that direction when Manolo pops out of nowhere, an amused smirk on his face.
“Missed me?”
I look left and right, but by some miracle, we’re alone in the dim hallway.
“Are you insane?” I hiss, my back stiffening. “What if somebody sees us?”
“They’ll see two guys talking. Chill, dude.” He slaps me over the shoulder. “Good game today. I heard you were quite the hero.”
“I’m no one’s hero.”
The dude inspects his nails. “That’s not what they’re saying.”
I clench my teeth. What little patience I had left was swallowed by the pain hours ago. “I’m not interested in playing your games. Did you bring what I asked for?”
Manolo rolls his eyes. “Is that even a question?”
“Apparently,” I pull the money out of my pocket. “I’m not in the mood for chitchat.”
“Are you ever?” he sighs dramatically.
I let out an irritated growl that has him smirking. “Don’t get your panties in a twist.” He clasps my hand, exchanging the wad of cash for a bag with pills. “As always, it was nice chatting with you, Wentworth.”
My fingers tighten around the plastic, feeling the pills shift in my grasp, and a sense of relief washes over me.
Finally, I’ll get some relief.
I could practically feel the effect of the drug, and I hadn’t even taken it. Which is all kinds of messed up, but ask me if I care.
A loud cheer erupts from the living room, making me look at the space. There were dozens of people standing in the doorway, obscuring whatever was happening inside that had all their attention.
“What the hell is going on in there? Did somebody order strippers or some shit?”
“Even better,” he wiggles his brows. “Coeds are dancing on the tables. There is nothing like some fresh meat to taste. There’s this one brunette, and her rack is top-notch. I think I might go for her myself.”
Brunette?
My stomach sinks as the image of Grace in the kitchen earlier flashes in my mind. The way she looked toward the doorway as if she was waiting for something to happen. How she disappeared out of the room like the devil was at her heels with a water bottle in her hand.
“Shit.”
Turning on the balls of my feet, I go for the door and start pushing through the crowd so I can get inside.
