Page 26 of Feast

Instinctively, I lunged forward, but Spider grabbed my arm and stopped me. My nostrils flared as it took everything in my power to plant my feet and not run to her.

“Careful,” Spider warned. “If you don’t chill the fuck out, you’ll blow everyone’s cover.”

I ripped my arm free from his grasp and roughly adjusted the collar of my suit, reluctantly obeying.

I really fucking hate this. All of it.

My eyes glared up at the stage, watching as Indi stepped free of the chained body suit, wearing little to nothing. Two other dancers joined her and opened the pink cage, allowing her to step onto the stage with her platform heels. My blood boiled as I listened to the crowd cheer her on, a small crowd of men gathering at the edge of the stage, begging her to strip some more. Cash rained down along the stage, and she slowly fell to her knees and crawled towards the edge, taunting the fuckers as they showered her in their money.

I scoffed, almost impressed at how easy it was for her to hook every guy in the building. But what really humored me was the fact that while she was clacking her heels and toying with these men, her pussy was still probably aching and dripping with my cum from earlier.

If only they knew.

I grinned for a moment, replaying all the dirty little things she’d done to me just hours ago. And as I did, my boner grew.

Such a naughty little sis.

I adjusted my pants and cleared my throat, trying to focus. “Why don’t you take that side?” I pointed to the bar on the other end of the floor. “Check out the bar and some of the VIP booths around the corner. I’ll stick to this side and keep an eye on the audience.”

Spider hesitated. “The audience…sure.” He winked. “You do that, Haze.” Spider walked away, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

“Prick,” I muttered under my breath. My eyes returned to Indi on stage as I kept closer to the wall, staying in the shadows.

You do that…

I mentally mocked Spider, watching my twin carefully.

But the truth was, I didn’t fucking care about Spider or Kief, or anyone else in The Cosmic Oxen. All I could fucking think about was Indi…who was now spinning on a god damn stripper pole.

Kill me now.

She twirled around the pole and danced better than any of the other professional strippers on that stage, clacking her heels and shaking her ass while she rocked her hips, perfectly moving her body to the looming beat. Watching her perform like that made my dick completely jump to life, nearly ripping my pants.

“Fuck,” I groaned.

Buzz.

I reluctantly peeled my eyes from her and took my phone out to see a text from Spider.

Eyes on the prize, lover boy.

I looked up to see Spider’s smug face from across the room. He stared back at me with a wide grin as my phone buzzed again.

Look up.

My eyes raised to spot the VIP lounge on the second floor, the one reserved for only the highest-paying customers here at The Cosmic Oxen. The luxurious lounge overlooked the stage from the second floor, complete with private bottle service and the best seats in the house. And sitting in the center of that damned section, dressed in a suit while smoking a cigar, was none other than my fucking cousin, Kief.

Found you, fucker.

I took one last look at Indi on stage before motioning Spider to follow my lead. He nodded as the two of us casually wandered around toward the front of the club, blending in as best we could. We met at the base of the stairs near the front, which led up to the VIP lounge. Unfortunately, the staircase was roped off and had two members of Kief’s security standing close. And from the looks of it, they were both armed.

Spider leaned in and whispered. “How do you want to handle them?”

I opened my mouth to speak, but just then, Ray appeared. “We might not have to. Look.” And as fate would have it, Kief also appeared. He was coming down the stairs from the lounge, shadowed by more of his men, presumably to meet Ray.

Now this could be worth watching.

Spider and I casually stood nearby and out of view, casually listening while the two men spoke.