“Evening, fellas.” Smoke curls from her mouth with her words.
“Ma’am.” I nod.
A devious smirk crawls in the corner of her mouth as we walk past. Her eyes sweep the blood staining my T-shirt. But she doesn’t say anything about it or comment on the muffled screams coming from the room behind us. She nods at each of us as we walk by, taking another drag.
Her eyes stay on us the whole way down to our bikes.
“Gotta love Vegas.” I grab my helmet and swing my leg over my bike.
Venom looks up at the lady still watching us. She puts her cigarette out on the railing and winks at him before disappearing into her room.
“I think that was an invite.” I chuckle, and Venom flips me off.
Soul is too busy lost in his head to join in on the joke. He climbs onto his bike, eyeing me.
“What?”
“Your girl?” Soul’s eyebrow lifts. “You think I missed that?”
“It was a broad statement. My city. My girl. My shit that shouldn’t be fucked with inmy territory.”
Venom chuckles, starting his bike.
“So you’re not still hung up on her?” Soul smirks.
“Fuck no,” I lie.
Soul rolls his eyes, not believing me for a second, but I refuse to acknowledge it. Willa made her choice. Made it perfectly clear where I stand. She wanted a boring life with the golden boy, and I was too much damn trouble.
It didn’t matter whether I’d shown her that’s not all I was. It didn’t matter that we’d been to hell and back, and I was the one at her side through the worst of it.
She chose him.
“Then strip club it is.” Venom grins.
Soul clears his throat and shakes his head. “Can’t. I’ve got some shit to do for Steel.”
“At two in the morning?” I challenge. “Fucking liar.”
“Guess that makes two of us.” He flips me off, not bothering to explain as he shoves his helmet on and peels away.
When he turns, his bike heads in the opposite direction from the clubhouse.
I could follow him and try to figure out where he’s going, but there’s no point. Soul’s been acting weird since New Year’s. To the point where I had Ghost track himonce. He’s been driving around the city, scouring every neighborhood for something. But from what we can tell, he’s yet to meet up with anyone.
“And then there were two,” Venom says, watching Soul’s taillight disappear. “Unless you’re bailing as well?”
“Fuck it. I could use a shot or twelve.”
“I could use some tits in my face.” Venom grins, and I chuckle.
For the first time in a long time, the strip club is the last place I want to be right now. But maybe naked women are exactly what I need to take my mind off Willa. A few shots, a lap dance, anything to forget the dark-haired siren sleeping in my bed.
I’ve hung on her thread before, and she took a pair of scissors to it. I’m not doing that again.
“Incoming.” Kincaid knocks me in the shoulder, and I look up to see Willa walking toward us.
She’s wearing short shorts and a T-shirt so tight it leaves barely anything to the imagination. Which is something because my imagination has gone wild over this girl.
