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“What do you mean?” Trez dips his head to light up and takes a long drag of his cigarette.
“I mean, yeah, we got payback for the drive-by, but in the back of my head, I know the Vipers could be a threat if they somehow think we did what we did.”
“Eliminating the three Rat Boys?”
“Yeah.”
“How’re they gonna figure that out?” he asks.
“For all we know, they bragged about the drive-by.” I shrug. “Wouldn’t be too hard to put two and two together, would it?”
“Your shot,” Utah says, and I grab a stick, moving around the table.
“Quit worrying, Baja,” Trez says. “They can’t pin shit on us.”
I bend to take my shot, and Memphis whacks my arm.
“I’m shooting pool here, Memphis.”
“You might want to check this out, brother.”
I huff and straighten, then follow his pointer finger. Standing at the clubhouse door are all the women, and Lola pushes Elaina out front. My gaze trails down her body, and there’s a lot of it exposed. My mouth dries, and my dick hardens.
“Jesus Christ,” I mutter.
“No, I think that’s Princess Leia, brother,” Memphis says. He slaps a hand on my shoulder. “That’s the famous slave girl costume, you lucky son-of-a-bitch. If that doesn’t say,come get some, I don’t know what does.”
Utah smirks. “Who’s laughing now, Captain Jack? Think you might be needing that sword to fight off every guy in here tonight.”
“Shut up.” I walk in a trance toward her.
She sees me approaching and looks nervous as hell.
I sweep my hat from my head and make a deep bow. “M’lady.”
She grins and makes a curtsy. “Kind sir.”
Something metallic jangles, and I see there are cuffs on her wrists, and one has a chain to her waist. There’s a collar around her neck with a shorter chain that dangles between her breasts.Good Lord. I wet my lips. “Wow. Darlin’, that is some costume.”
“The girls picked it out. I thought it was a bit much.”
I put my arm around her shoulders and lead her to the bar. “Let’s get you a drink.”
A few men whistle as we pass, and I shoot daggers their way.
“What can I get you?” A prospect braces his hands on the bar.
“I’ll take a beer.” Elaina smiles.
The prospect nods but doesn’t look her way, as if doing so might lead to his eyes roaming over her body. And he and I both know the ass beating I’d give him if that happened, so his eyes remain locked on mine. Smart kid.
“Make that two.”
He pulls them from an ice chest and slides them across the bar top.
We move through the crowd to the pool tables.
Memphis rises from the shot he just sunk. “I took over your game. I figured Miss Sex-on-a-Stick would have you thoroughly distracted.” A grin spreads across his face.
