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I quickly glanced towards the bathroom door, my eyes fixating on the wooden panel as I watched him disappear inside. My heart hesitated for a moment, but as my gaze shifted to Logan grinding against the girl and Liam entertaining the idea of having his own company, a weight grew heavier in my stomach. I didn’t want to go home alone.
Most nights, I did go home alone. I didn’t care to have company. The girls the wind blew in were, for the most part, a great fuck if you could put up with their shrieking voices. The rich ones only wanted a bit of danger, but once they got a taste of it, they screwed right off. The girls that enjoyed blood on their hands, and grew up outside the little neutrality bubble, were claimed already by one crime family or another.
If that prick was going to ditch his date for some ass, I’d gladly take her off his hands.
I cleared my throat and laid on the charm the best I could.
“So, come here often?” I asked, my voice barely audible above the upbeat music blaring from the speakers. I shifted to the chair next to her, the leather creaking beneath me.
She dragged her narrowed eyes along my body, lighting a trail along my flesh. She leaned closer, her floral perfume engulfing me in a noxious cloud. “Does that line ever work for you?”
I smirked as I brought the bottle to my lips. “Got you talking to me, didn’t it?”
A beautiful rosy blush erupted across her cheeks as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.
“I’m Kai,” I said.
“Cassidy.” She nodded, running her plump lips along the straw of her drink.
“Want to get out of here?”
She blinked, taken aback. “I’m here with someone.”
“Ah yeah, the guy with the scar on his eyebrow?” I pointed to mine and sunk in closer to her, our legs touching. I saw her breath catch as I ran my hand over her knee. “See…a girl like you…as beautiful as you…deserves better than a cheating lowlife.”
Her green eyes widened, confused. “I don’t?—”
“He’s currently in the women’s restroom with a girl who’s saved in his contacts as ‘Tight Ass from The Escape.’”
There was a sense of recognition in her eyes, a flicker of knowing that only a woman could have. The signs were there for her. All I had to do was shed some light onto them.
“The best revenge is having him watch you leave with someone else…" I muttered, our faces close enough that her hair brushed along my chin and the warmth of her breath caressed my lips. I traced the inside of her thigh, the softness of her skinaddictive. I inched my hand higher, hiking her skirt further up her thigh, but not too high. I was a gentleman, after all.
She made no move to stop me, instead opening her legs.
I shuddered at the possibilities.
As the dimly lit bar closed in around us, I leaned in close to her, my lips brushing against her earlobe. “Let’s get out of here,” I whispered, feeling the heat of her body against mine.
She tensed under my touch, and I knew she was ready for the type of revenge that awaited her.
We both stood up, and I dropped a twenty onto the bar.
Cassidy made her way toward the alleyway exit, beckoning me to follow.
A soft hand dropped against mine, trapping me against the bartop.
“Careful with that one,” Alice spoke low, swiping the twenty. “He’s got men here too.” She jutted out her chin softly, her eyes darting to the side. She covertly pointed out the man propped against the wall, half his focus on his phone and the other on me. Their motorcycle gang patches sewed into their sleeves, a single flame illuminated by the bar lights.
I snorted a laugh. Those Blue Flame assholes, with their wanna be attitude. They weren’t even on the Red Widow’s radar, merely a neighborhood nuisance compared to the three main families that ran this city.
“Chances are they already let him know,” she warned. Alice washed a glass, her eyebrows lifting. She wasn’t involved in this life, but the amount of information she overheard in her position was enough to make anyone weary.
I smirked. “Let him try his best, Alice.” I slipped my phone from my pocket and nodded over to Liam and Logan. “Besides, you’ve seen what we can do—what I can do.” I narrowed my glare at her.
Alice shifted uncomfortably on her heels before darting away.
A part of me hated that I scared those that’d heard of me, but a twisted part of my soul feasted on it. I was a thief and a torturer. I may not have been a brute like Liam, or carried a heavy hit like Logan, but with my knife and ropes, I was a devil.
