Blaise drops a kiss on my forehead before leaving.
Three old ladies. Three club girls.
Nope, not awkward at all.
“Jesus. For an old man, he fucks like—”
“Please don’t finish that sentence,” I beg. “He’s my boyfriend’s father.”
The girls giggle. “Well, if he ages anything like his dad, you’re one lucky bitch,” the blonde says.
Karina snickers.
“Kadence,” Athena says. “Did you meet Bella and Cherry last night?” She grins at me. “I was kind of slacking on my duties.”
Karina laughs even harder. “Athena’s been taking her president’s ol’ lady role seriously when she’s here,” she explains.
Athena smacks her.
I flick my wrist in a short wave and introduce myself to the girls who banged my ex-stepfather.Ick.
“She’s my sister,” Karina says, leaning over and giving me a one-armed hug.
The two girls stare at us with wide eyes. “Oh. Now the Bulls and Dragons mixing it up makes more sense.”
I snort. “I don’t think it has a whole lot to do with us.”
They glance at each other. “Sure. Right.”
“Amy, why are you going home?” Karina asks the quiet blonde who hasn’t spoken a word all morning.
“My mom’s sick. I’m helping her out.”
“If you need something, let us know,” Athena offers.
“Or let Luck know. You guys seemed tight,” I say. Under the table, Karina kicks me.
A brief smile flickers over Amy’s lips. “I don’t think I’m up to his standards.”
“I don’t know, he looked pretty upset when you said you were leaving,” I say.
Bella—or is it Cherry?—squeals. “Oh, he’s the one into all the kinky shit, right?” She glances at the door the guys just left through as if she’s thinking of running after Luck. “I’d let him tie me up and beat my ass any day,” she says.
I choke and sputter on my coffee. “Is that what he’s into?”
A murderous look passes over Amy’s face—so quick I doubt anyone else saw it. Bella and Cherry are certainly oblivious. “He’s a trainer at a local club. He’s not some asshole who just likes to hurt women,” she says. She pins the girls with a withering stare. “He’s hard core, though. More than a few playful swats on the ass and a fuck.”
“You like that?” I ask, forgetting about everyone else.
Amy opens her mouth, then shuts it and shakes her head. “It’s hard to explain.”
“Romeo’s more the playful spanking and hard fucking kind,” Athena offers.
“No one asked you, whore,” Karina says, pushing her friend away.
“Now, Dante,” Athena singsongs as she jumps out of her chair and circles the table. “I’m pretty certain he turns hisbaby girlover his knee quite often.”
“You’re such a bitch,” Karina yells, standing and throwing a piece of bread at Athena.
