“And that’s when you stepped in?”
“Yeah, I was pissed about that, but when he put hands on her, I stepped up and threw his ass out.”
“And then you screwed her.” Maggie ends with an annoying smirk.
“What?” Maybe I can play this off.
“You gonna tell me you played knight in shining armor without getting her to ride your dick?”
“First of all, I’m no knight in shining armor, and secondly, the woman is the biggest pain in the ass I’ve ever met. She’s ballsy and annoying, and for some reason, she won’t tell me her name.”
“So, from now on, you’re gonna stick to the strippers at the Royal Flush?” Maggie shrugs. “They’re probably better in the sack anyway.”
“Fuck no, are you kidding? Those used-up cunts at the Royal Flush are fine for wilding out, but the chick at The End had my dick on fire. The way she?—”
“Didn’t screw her, huh?”
“Shit!” I push my beer aside and lean into the table. “But that’s between you and me. I ain’t telling the brothers. Fuck, they’d have my ass in a sling if they ever found out after what happened five years ago.”
“Don’t worry,” Maggie laughs, “your secret’s safe with me.”
I knew I could trust Maggie. She’d held way bigger secrets for me and Storm. Me screwing some random snatch was hardly big news. Except I didn’t want to lose the shaky trust I recently developed with my brothers. Even if I wasn’t sure my nameless beauty fell into the random category.
“How’d you figure it out?” Women’s intuition baffles me constantly.
“Whenever a man calls a woman a bitchy pain in the ass, I know. It’s like you all have to justify feeling something, so you do that deflecting thing.”
“You listening to Dr. Phil again?”
“Don’t need no Dr. Phil to figure out the workings of a man. You’re all easy as shit when it comes to a woman.
“You think all women feel that way?”
“If they even have half a brain, they can figure out the workings of a man.”
My brunette beauty has way more than half a brain, so maybe her coming on to me was part of some deep, dark plan. Then my shaky brain spirals. Maybe the fight between her and Viper was fake. A way to reel me in. Come to think of it, Viper backed down quicker than I expected.
Maggie points her beer bottle at me. “I don’t like that look.”
“Just sorting shit out.”
“Make sure you sort it out without landing your ass back in lock-up.”
“Don’t worry, I got it all under control.”
Maggie shakes her head. “I really wish you hadn’t said that.”
“Here’s to the Kings, and keeping my ass outta the joint.” I clink my bottle against hers. “Still gotta connect with Scratch and Fist. I picked up some useful carpentry skills the last five years, but when it comes to electrical and plumbing, I’m gonna need their input.”
“Good luck. Scratch spends most of his time at the craps tables at the Ocean Casino, and Fist’s working the valet at the Hard Rock.”
“That sounds pretty calm.”
“Sure, except Scratch is blacklisted from most of the casinos for counting cards, which is why he’s spending his time at a dump like the Ocean, and Fist has worked as a valet at almost every casino in AC over the last five years—and been fired from almost every casino in AC. Seems he has this habit of hijacking high-end cars for a joyride while the owners are losing money at the tables.”
“Same old Fist.”
“Normally, no one would know, but the stupid fucker sometimes doesn’t return them for a few days.”
