“We shouldn’t drink in here. It’s too close to Xander,” I murmur.
Xander twists around to look at what I’m talking about, then shrugs. “Drink away. I don’t want any of that shit. It doesn’t bother me. I sit in Quinn’s bar every day, surrounded by alcohol. It doesn’t even faze me. The only drink I’m addicted to is her come.”
“For fuck’s sake,” I groan and finally take the bottle.
Xander chuckles, and when he turns back around, I take a long pull from it before I pass it back to Cash in the third row.
He smirks and points the bottle at me. “Happy birthday, bro. Here’s to your thirty-eighth year around the sun. I hope you learn to have a little fun this year.” Then he takes a drink and slides his sunglasses on, despite it being dark out. God, he’s such a fucking show off.
Glaring at him, I yank the whiskey out of his hands and have another gulp before I hand it to Beckett.
“I have fun, asshole. Just because I don’t party all the time, like this fuckface.” I motion toward Beckett. “Doesn’t mean I don’t have a good time. I’m always down for family dinners and shit.”
Cash snorts. “Yeah, because you’re going to meet the girl of your dreams at family dinner.”
I shake my head as the driver pulls up to the entry of one of the Kingston casinos, where the nightclub is.
It’s nearly eleven, but in Vegas, all that means is the evening is just getting started.
My door opens, and the valet attendant immediately recognizes us, his shoulders instantly straightening as his face goes pale. We have that effect on people. For various reasons.
“Sir,” he greets me and takes a step back to give me enough room to get out of the SUV.
My brothers told me in advance we were going out tonight, and even though I’d hoped to get out of it, I wore a jacket with my slacks and dress shirt, so I’d be a bit more dressed up for the occasion.
The four of us move throughout the casino as though we own the place. Patrons instantly step aside to let us through. Most of our tattoos are covered tonight, but they still peek out over our hands and necks, which can be even more threatening to some.
Smoke furls around us as we walk through the casino floor toward the club. As soon as we enter, a hostess approaches and welcomes us before leading us to our VIP section, although we already know exactly where it is.
This club plays more hip-hop and pop than EDM, which the girls like to dance to, so this is where we frequent when we all go out.
Jordyn is on her feet, dancing around the VIP section, and as soon as Cash lays eyes on her, he’s on her like a watchdog, despite her bodyguard staring at her from a distance. I can’t help but grin, though, when I see how Jordyn jumps into her husband’s arms as soon as he’s close enough to catch her.
Quinn smiles at all of us as we approach. Roman, her bodyguard, nods in silent greeting while he continues to observethe surroundings for any kind of threat. We never expect any, but that doesn’t mean shit in our world.
“Happy birthday,” Quinn yells over the music as she rises to hug me.
Xander moves between us before she can, and it becomes an awkward three-person hug as my older brother glares at me and tries to pull his wife away.
I laugh and nod as a server hands me a drink. “You’re seriously jealous that your pregnant wife wants to hug me on my birthday?”
“What the fuck does she need to hug you for?” he asks as he sits on one of the couches and pulls her onto his lap.
Quinn smacks Xander’s chest and glares at him for about half a second before she grins and cuddles into his chest, like he’s her own personal body armor. As soon as she does, he meets my gaze and gives me a slow, smug smile before he flips me off.
“I’m so glad you brought me out to a club on my birthday so you two can snuggle.” I toss back the double shot in my glass and set it on a nearby table while Xander laughs.
Beckett throws his arm around my shoulder and pulls me toward the main part of the club. “Come on, man. It’s your fucking birthday, and you need to fucking act like it. Let’s get a drink.”
As soon as a server notices us, she walks away from her other customers mid-conversation to come take our order. By the time we make it to an open standing table, she is back with three whiskeys. Caleb joins us, and the three of us clink glasses before we down the expensive liquid. This isn’t a sip-and-enjoy-it kind of night. This is a,get fucked up and just go with it,night.
“I don’t care who the fuck you leave with, here’s a room key for the penthouse. You’re getting your ass laid tonight,” Beckett yells as he hands me a key card. “Just live, bro. Just fucking live for a night.”
I hold the slim plastic in my palm and stare at my baby brother, fighting the urge to leave. It’s not that I don’t like clubs. But I’d rather be here enjoying it, like Xander and Quinn are, instead of trying to find some strange person to fuck.
“Where’d Cash and Jordyn go?” I ask after a while. “I haven’t seen them since we got here.”
Caleb snorts. “They left to go up to a room about two minutes after you got here.”
