Page 15 of Bad Blood Wolf

A little gasp went through the listening crowd. Table stakes were usually ten or twenty bucks a game—just enough to make it interesting.

Bastian sniggered, staring at her chest. “I told you before, your rack ain’t worth two hundred.” But he looked tempted. “Let’s see your money.”

Jasmin reached seductively into her cleavage, pulled out a wad of bills, and started slowly counting them onto the side of the pool table. She put down four twenties, then stopped on the fifth one. “Oops, this one has blood on it.”

She sniffed it, then licked her lips. She put it at the bottom of the stack, a little smile coming to her face, like she was reliving a happy memory.

Bastian swallowed, and Brody hid a grin. Either she really was crazy, or she was fucking with Bastian big time. Or both.

Jasmin counted out the rest of her two hundred, and tapped the bills into a nice neat stack. She tucked the remaining money away down the front of her top.

Brody knew Bastian couldn’t turn down that challenge—not with everybody watching.

“Fine,” Bastian said, staring at the money, and then at her cleavage. “You want to hand me your money, you’re on.”

“She still needs a partner,” Trace pointed out.

“She can play with Anton.”

That was his cue. Brody stepped forward. “No need,” he said. He winked at Jasmin. “I got you, babe.”

He’d deliberately used Bastian’s words from last night. Jasmin cut him a sideways glance, but her mouth curved in a catlike smile.

Bastian opened his mouth to protest, but Jasmin cut him off.

“Works for me. Let’s see what you got, Tornado.”