“She ain’t interested. She didn’t even fight me when I said we had to end it.”
“So you’re blaming her for your idea to kick her to the curb?” Blood’s right-on statement annoys the shit outta me.
“Forget it.”
“How long are you gonna torture yourself and us?” Blood asks. “Just go talk to her.”
“We should lay another bet on him,” Smoke jokes. “I can always use an extra fifty.”
“Very fuckin’ funny.” I push away from the table.
“For fuck’s sake, just go talk to her.”
I storm away from the table with one thing on my mind: get Martina alone and find out what the fuck is going on. And this time I would get right to the point.
The women are still congregated around the door, so I push my way through and wedge myself in front of Martina. “We need to talk.”
“What about congrats on her win?” Maxie interjects, and I throw her a death glare, which has no effect on her.
“You did good in the cage,” I mumble low enough for Martina to hear.
“Thanks.”
“We still need to talk,” I repeat.
“You don’t need to do anything you don’t want to,” Marisol adds.
“We did talk when you got home from the hospital.”
“Well, we need to talk again.”
“About?”
The cluster of women go quiet, and all eyes are on me. I have to admit, I’m a little scared. They’re all in excellent shape, and each of them can defend themselves, so if they all worked together, they could take me down without breaking a sweat.
“Maybe if you asked her nicely, instead of ordering her around.” Marisol raises her brow.
“Martina, could I please speak to you in private?” I draw in a deep breath, then press my lips together and wait.
“See, that wasn’t so hard,” Marisol adds, then looks at Martina. “Only if you want to.”
Martina glances between me and the women. “It’s all right.” Then she nods to me, and I lead her to the back of the club.
When we get to the private rooms, she digs in her heels. “Ohhh, no, you said talk.”
“Right.” I wave my arm toward the noisy club. “We can’t talk out there without the Bastards getting in my business or the Harlots sticking in their two cents.”
“True.”
I nod to the bouncer, and he slides the keycard over the lock. The door pops open, and I guide her inside.
She perches on the edge of the leather couch, and I keep a safe distance on the same couch.
We stare at each other for a few minutes as I take in her perfect tawny skin, big brown eyes and thick shiny hair. She’s a natural beauty who doesn’t need makeup or slutty clothes. Although the way that Harlots tank top is hugging her tits is mouthwatering.
“I don’t know what you think we still have to say to each other. You made yourself clear when you spoke to Smoke in your apartment and last week when you told me we were over.”
“That was all wrong.”
