Page 20 of The Killer Card

"You cannot be fucking serious?” Nelly whines as we approach the outrageous line outside of El Rincón. “How- and why the fuck- was this your first option?”

Her eyes scream murder and to be fair it would be valid. I saw the way she danced with the Island King, and I’ve seen the flush in her cheeks every time he’s been mentioned since. My girl has it bad for that piece of man meat, but I refuse to let her inability to keep her pussy dry keep us from having a good time.

“This happens to be the hottest spot in town,” I remind her, flipping my braids over my shoulder. “Therefore, where else should the hottest bitches in town be on a Friday night?”

I mean, there is of course one other place I would rather be. But The Pink Flamingo can wait a few more hours if it means I get to spend some much-needed R&R with my girls. “Anyway,” I glance toward the front of the line. “You won’t have to worry—”

“Why would she be worried?” Clara frowns, standing on her toes to try to get a view of the delicious bouncer who felt her up last time.

I raise a brow. “Because the owner wants to fuck her. And she really wants him to—”

“I don’t want to fuck anybody!” Nelly protests. Meekly she adds, “I have a boyfriend—”

“A boyfriend who is where tonight?”

I look around, crossing my arms, my point clearly made. The point being that Cristian sucks and is a pussy ass bitch who thinks Nelly belongs under his thumb.

I’ve never really liked him, not from the moment we met in middle school, and I sized him up to be the whiny momma’s boy he’s proven himself to be. Then he made the ungodly decision to cheat on my best friend our sophomore year at Lightning Cove Prep and that was it. I’d say he could suck my metaphorical dick but even that is too kind.

“He has dinner with his grandfather, and you know he wouldn’t be here anyway.” Nelly rolls her eyes. “He hates this kind of thing.”

“Yes, we know.” Because he’s a pussy ass bitch. “You two make such a cute couple literally never doing anything together except tasting expensive wine, watching soccer games, and reminding us how thin the walls are.” Clara snorts, covering a giggle with her hand when Nelly glares down at her. “Why are you still with him again?”

Sucking at her teeth, Nelly growls, “Because I love him and he’s my best friend. Better than either of you bitches, who- if you will recall- left me with aforementioned owner—”

“Don’t use your fancy writer’s words on us—”

“Who was a complete stranger to all of us! So, if I ended up fucked by him it would not have been by choice—”

I scoff. “Lies—”

“Because I was drunk off my ass, and it would have been all your faults! So, fuck you both. Let’s go to a different club. We’re never going to get in here anyway, this line is fucking ridiculous—”

“Three of you ladies?”

Our knight in a tight black t-shirt arrives, hazel eyes searing into Clara who is drooling like he’s a chocolate chip cookie. Nelly elbows her before it can get too embarrassing and is obviously about to tell him no when I cut her off.

“Yes, there are three of us.” Her eyes are like daggers in the back of my head, and I give her the finger behind my back. “Do you have room inside for just three little girls such as ourselves?”

He assesses my height with a bored blink. “Not really, but I’ve been told to let you in anyway.”

He leads us to the front and unclips the rope with little ceremony. Winking at Nelly, I lead the way in as the first girl in line starts complaining, “That’s not fair! We’ve been waiting here all night—”

“Take it up with someone who cares,” he grunts.

We’ve hardly entered the club when I feel his eyes on me. Forest green and filled with a familiar craving for something carnal, even downright primal. He is very cute, with dimples, a lean muscular build and golden-brown hair curling slightly where it falls over his eyes. I’d clock him in his late thirties, but clearly keeping himself together and aware of the looks he draws from other women at the bar even though his eyes are laser focused on only one.

Me.

His grin is cheshire wide when he pops up in front of us as we reach the bar, immediately setting down three shot glasses- so very eager to please.

“Bienvenidas bellas damas!” His eyes fix on me as he mixes our drinks and his voice drops an octave when in English he adds, “I was hoping you’d come back sooner.”

I bet he did. The last time I was here I left him with an insult, a little praise, and most certainly a very hard dick. It took all of two seconds to get my measure of this man and my assumptions appear to be completely correct. This pretty boy likes to crawl.

Reaching for one of the shots, I throw it back, licking my lips clean just slowly enough to have his entire focus on my mouth. “Keep making drinks that good,” I tell him, leaning over the bar to set the shot glass upside down in front of him. “And we’ll come back every night.”

His smirk is feral, maybe a little unhinged, but I tend to have that effect on men like him. “I know no other way. Go on, señoritas.” He pushes the two remaining shots toward Clara and Nelly and says my favorite words. “Your drinks are on the house tonight.”