“You see Jamie?”
“Yeah.” Havoc’s hands are all over Rissa, and she’s grinding on top of him. Discord’s enjoying the show as his woman moves down his body and unzips his pants. “She went that way with Jester.”
I track where he’s pointing.
No fucking way.
That direction is toward the hallway—toward the bedrooms. She wouldn’t go there.
Not waiting around to watch Havoc fuck Rissa, or Discord get a blow job, I stride over to the bar where Ferryman’s doing shots with a handful of Unholy. A few hang-arounds have joined them, but one person is missing from their little gathering and red explodes behind my eyes.
“Ferryman, where’s Jamie?”
“She was here maybe ten, fifteen minutes ago.” He glances around the room. “She drank for the first time and I think it hit her hard. She said something about Jester or Malice taking her home.”
No, they fucking didn’t, because neither of them would leave without telling me.
Sonofabitch.
I skap him on the shoulder. “Thanks, man. If you see her, keep her here and text me.”
“Absolutely, bro.” For a big brute of a man, Ferryman has a heart of gold. Cross him, though, and you’ll earn an enemy who’ll have fun making your life a living hell. “Everything good?”
“Just misplaced my girl is all.”
“Ha,” he barks, pointing at me. “I knew you’d claim her.”
“Yeah, yeah.” I roll my eyes. “Spread the word that she’s mine.”
That is, if I didn’t go and fuck it up beyond repair because I’m an asshole.
“You got it, bro,” he promises.
I clap him on the back and avoid a literal minefield of debauchery as I head toward the hallway. A chorus of grunts and moans blends with the thrum of Godsmack pumping throughout Sanctum. Last room at the end of the corridor is Crow’s. Even hasPresidentbranded into the wood—and everyone knows to stay the fuck away from there when the door is closed.
I make an educated guess as to where Jester took Jamie and stop at the room he claimed when he hooked up with the hang-around earlier in the night. The door’s unlocked, and when I fling it open, it takes my eyes all of three seconds to adjust to the dim lamplight.
The first thing I see are Doc Martens overturned on the floor. Then Jester stretched out on the bed. Last thing my brain computes is Jamie’s little body beneath his, with her arms wrapped around his waist.
Christ, this isn’t happening.
Except, it is, and the monster roars awake. Slams against the bars of its cage. It craves blood as much as I need oxygen. I fight the urge to gut my best friend and instead lean against the doorframe with my arms over my chest, sick to my goddamn stomach.These motherfuckers. I threw down the challenge, yeah, but I didn’t expect this cold bitch to slap me in the face with it by fucking my best friend. But there’s a lesson to be learned here.
Fuck with Jamie, and she’ll fuck me back ten times harder.
Figurately. Because Little Miss Virgin kept her legs closed all these years but has no problem opening them for revenge.
And Jester? He’s a dead man.
“Seriously?”
Jester, who’s still fully clothed thank God because he’d already be dead if he wasn’t, lifts his head and pins me with a glare. Then he looks back at Jamie. “You lied to me, James. You told me Wraith is with Rissa.”
“Apparently, he’s a ten-second warrior,” Jamie quips.
Jester snorts out a laugh and rolls off her. He swings his legs off the bed and rests his arms across his thighs. “Well, that proves you and Wraith never fucked.”
Takes Jamie a few sloppy tries, but she sits up, awkwardly yanking at the skirt of her pink dress to cover her legs. “Didn’t I tell you I didn’t have sex with anyone?”
