Meela quickly absolves my ignorance, supplying the definition for both. “Girls become twinkies for varying reasons. Some just like the mystique of fucking hot criminal bikers, while others hope for an old lady title one day.”
“So twinkies fuck countless men a week?” I clench my thighs together. My vagina could never withstand the mileage.
“Don’t sound so horrified.” She laughs at me. “They know what they’re getting into and they obviously enjoy it.”
“Is that what you want? To be Jigsaw’s old lady?”
“Yep.” Meela stands and straightens her tiara. “Now, if you’ll excuse me.”
I watch on pins and needles as she sashays over to Jigsaw. He watches her too, tracking her exaggerated steps with fire in his eyes. She steps between his sprawled legs and slowly trails a finger down his chiseled arm.
Dang, I wish I knew what they were saying.
Laughter ripples through the people around them. Meela stiffens, her hands clenched at her sides, then storms toward the dance floor like a woman with something to prove. She grabs the first man she sees—tall, lanky, and too eager.
She bends over and starts twerking on him, her white bone-straight wig brushing the concrete flooring. The man enthusiastically gyrates against her, his fingers firmly digging into her fleshy waistline. Her already short white leather dress rides further up her thick thighs, exposing a tiny thong.
I barely register the blur of motion before Jigsaw is in front of them. His fist cracks against the guy’s jaw—bone on bone—and the man hits the floor like a dropped puppet.
I gasp, frozen. No one else blinks. Around us, the music thumps, drinks clink, conversations flow. Like a man getting laid out mid-song is normal. Like violence is just… punctuation. Meela smiles with wide-eyed innocence at the giant towering over her, as if she didn’t just light a match. I still can’t make out what they’re saying, but it’s clear Jigsaw isn’t happy with her antics.
His face is hard with fury, pulling his scars into harsh definition.
And Meela—insane, glorious Meela—cups his crotch like it’s hers to hold.
Has she lost her damn mind?
Jigsaw seizes her wrist and wrenches her arm behind her back, yanking her tight against his chest. She kisses him, and my jaw nearly hits the floor. Meela was serious about getting her man tonight, but now said man looks even more pissed. He throws herover his shoulder like she weighs nothing. She laughs—actually laughs—and smacks his ass as he carts her through a side door.
Then they’re gone.
Oh my fuck. What do I do? I knew I should’ve stayed home.
“What the fuck are you doing here?”
An icy chill settles in the pit of my stomach, scattering goose bumps along my flesh. I turn my head, and there he stands, the person who invokes my worst nightmares and plagues my every waking moment. Golden god comes to mind whenever I look at him. How can someone so astoundingly beautiful have such a black heart?
“I-I c-came w-with a f-friend,” I stammer.
He grasps a passion twist between his thumb and forefinger. “What friend?”
Does he like my new look? Does he hate it? Should I have asked his permission before getting the ostentatious hairstyle? Anything is liable to send this unhinged man over the edge.
“Meela,” I mumble past the boulder-size knot in my throat. “She did my hair too. Do you like it?”
I could kick myself for asking, but part of me really wants to know.
“Stand up,” Sandman orders me and takes a step back.
I slip out of the booth on shaky legs, keeping a hand fastened onto the table’s edge for support. Sandman’s cornflower-blue eyes drift over my black satin dress, the thin straps barely clinging to my shoulders, then drop to my tiger-print heels. I fixate on a point beyond his shoulder, suddenly feeling very self-conscious.
“It suits you,” he rasps sharply, trailing a finger over a delicate strap.
“Thank you,” I reply, shyly meeting his gaze.
“You got googly eyes, boy.” Zeus’s boisterous quip draws our attention.
Sandman goes rigid, his nose flaring in anger. Zeus isn’t the only one studying us with avid curiosity. To my utter mortification, our exchange has garnered a small audience.
