“Let’s go, Grave,” he says, ignoring her.
I run my eyes over her ass before I down what’s left of the drink I took from the bar, then I look up at him. “What’s the rush, Bones? Stay. Play a little.”
The man needs to let loose. He’s too uptight. You would think for as much pussy as he gets, he’d be a friendlier guy. But nope.
“Grave,” he growls.
I laugh, sinking farther into the chair. “If you don’t want to join, then pull up a chair.” I run my hand down my T-shirt and grab my dick over my jeans. “You can watch.” I don’t mind an audience.
He grabs my arm and yanks me to a standing position. “We’re leaving,” he orders, giving me no room to argue as he drags my drunk ass out of the room. “Where is Cross?”
“He found a girl he liked and offered her some cash. They left.” I overheard him telling Mandi that he wanted to take her home. Cross doesn’t mind the private rooms, but he’s always willing to pay extra for them to leave with him.
We make our way to the entrance, and I see his blacked-out Lamborghini Reventon still running at the curb.
“I don’t know,” a stressed-looking kid dressed in a valet’s tux says to an older man. “He just parked here and got out.” He gestures to my brother’s car, parked in clear defiance of every rule at this high-priced strip club.
“I’m leaving,” Bones informs them.
“That’s him.” The kid turns and points at my brother.
The older man glances our way and his frown dissolves. “Bones, I apologize.” He nods. “Have a nice night, sir.”
I snort. My brother doesn’t know that I know he owns this place. He went in half with one of our best friends, Luca Bianchi—the man running the Las Vegas Mafia. We have ties all over Sin City. If you want to be untouchable, it takes an army, and we’ve built one that is indestructible.
“You as well,” he says before we get into the car.
I slump down in the passenger seat and pull my cell out of my pocket as he navigates out of the parking lot.
“What are you doing?” he asks with a sigh.
“Getting fucked.” I unlock my phone. “You interrupted my plan for the night, and this hard dick isn’t going to suck itself. I’m messaging Lucy.” She never lets me down.
“When are you going to shit or get off the pot?”
I snort at that. “I don’t love Lucy. It’s just sex.” I start typing, but my phone rings.Crosslights up the screen, and I answer it. “Hello?”
“Hey, there’s a party going on tonight. Mandi and I are headed there now. Want me to come back and get you?” he asks. I can hear bitches screaming in the background over the music.
“Nah,” I say. I’m not in the mood to chase down pussy. I want it to come to me.
“Okay, I’ll see you in the morning.” He hangs up, and I go back to texting Lucy.
Me: You free?
My eyes get heavy. That pill I took earlier is kicking in.
Lucy: when and where?
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GRAVE
IOPEN MY heavy eyes and roll over with a moan. “Fuck.” My head pounds, and my right hand hurts. I look down to find cracked and bloody knuckles.
“The fuck?” I groan.
I sit up and run a hand down my face. I’m still dressed in my clothes from last night. Cross and I went to Glass like we always do to relieve some stress.
