“Sure, whatever. We don’t get many cages in here.”
Cages.Cars. I’d learned that one, but it still made me shake my head. There was nothing wrong with being in a damn car.
I headed for the building I’d been sent to, and pulled the door open, hearing a few voices and some laughter. Great. Was I going to have to spend time with his brothers before he ate me?
“Babe! Come and play pool with me.” The instant Rocket yelled that to me, the few guys in there immediately turned to me and made various gestures. Some shook their heads, and one was waving his hand in the air and mouthing the word ‘no’. What the hell was wrong with me being here?
“Am… are women not allowed or something?”
Micro suddenly pushed past the others, and grinned widely at me.
“We were just celebrating, but I’m leaving now.” Okay, whatever. He leaned closer.
“They’re warning you not to play pool against the club hustler, that’s all.”Oh.
“Pres, what the fuck are you doing here. Don’t you have, like, a new baby or some shit?”
An olive skinned guy with slicked back hair edged around me and slapped Micro on the back so hard he staggered forward a step. Jesus. Was he a friend or foe? He looked familiar, but I didn’t know his name. I moved around everyone, looking for Rocket, because at least I knew him. The other seven or so guys were vaguely familiar from the night of horror, but I only knew Micro’s name for sure.
“You’re the club hustler? That’s hot.”
Rocket laughed, and flipped his middle finger at everyone else in the room.
“You warned her? Bastards.”
I narrowed my eyes at him, leaning closer to murmur close to his ear.
“What were you hoping to win?”
He slid an arm around me and tugged me close, his eyes on my lips.
“All the fucking things, babe. I want you every which way, and then all over again.”
“Ooooh he’s being all romantic.”
“Fuck off, Grease.”
Grease? That was the guy with the slicked back hair, which made sense when you think about it. Maybe all of their names were for reasons like that. Although… what the hell got Rocket or Micro their names?
“Do your weird names all relate to physical attributes?”
“Huh? I’ll show you mine later, babe.”
“You call your dick your rocket?”
I heard chuckles behind me, and Rocket rolled his eyes.
“Nah, my name comes from being caught speeding too many times, that’s all.”
“So…” I leaned closer, “Micro’s is because…?”
He roared with laughter, stepping around me to catch his President’s attention. Oh god no.
“Pres! She thinks you’re called Micro because of… you know.”
Micro groaned. “Fucking hell. Always the assumption. I promise you, it has nothing to do with my fucking dick!”
Chapter Seventeen
