Epilogue
Let the Games Begin
Luke
“About damn time you showed up,” Deacon called as Syd and I passed through the door Pit held open for me in the penthouse room of the Vegas hotel we’d rented for him for the weekend.
“I had other things to do besides look at your fucking face, Deacon.”
He snorted.
“We’re late because I was on the phone with the realtor about our new place in Bridge Lake.”
I finally went ahead and made a decision on one of the homes my realtor sent. And since Syd agreed to our living half-time in Bridge Lake and the other half of the year on the West Coast, it was a done deal.
“Oh, and because I had my face buried in some pussy,” I added.
Syd gasped next to me and punched me in the side.
Laughing, I stepped further inside the hotel room, my arm still wrapped around Syd. “It’s okay, though since I’m engaged to this particular pussy.”
“Luke, you keep referring to me as pussy and see how fast I stuff this ring down your throat.”
“Oh shit,” Deacon said, laughing.
“I need a drink,” Syd said.
“You come with me,” Skittles insisted, taking Syd by the hand and carting her off to the other side of the room where a group of women were dancing and laughing.
I stared after my fiancée. She and Skittles had developed something of a friendship since the night of my title win.
“The hell is wrong with you, not having the decency to be on time for my bachelor party,” Pit said, moving next to me.
“Who the fuck has a co-ed bachelor party, anyway?”
“I do. No one here can pretend as if they don’t know that woman is psycho. I swear, her little ass sits on my chest watching me sleep. I wasn’t getting my balls cut off with a grinder for any of you.”
“That’s a visual I didn’t need,” Deacon said.
“Nor did I,” I added.
“Speaking of… Deacon, you better have your gun on you. I’m gonna need another tat this weekend.”
“Y’all asses are always asking for a tattoo, I have to bring that shit. What’re you trying to get?”
I motioned with my head to the part of the room where Syd talked with the other women. “Her name.”
“I’m surprised this guy’s still got any space on his body left to ink up,” Tak said, entering the room.
“There he is.” Spreading my arms wide, I moved over to Tak who’s ass looked like the lost puppy of the group.
He shrugs me off. “I’m going for a smoke,” he grumbled.
“Awe, careful there, pipsqueak…” I ruffled Tak’s dark hair and laughed when he flung my arm away. “Don’t make me forget who you are to me and kick your ass.”
Tak flipped me off before heading out onto the balcony. I shook my head.
“What bug crawled up his ass and died?” I turned, asking the other two.
