“Watch it,” I warned with a smirk.
She rolled her eyes, and I considered taking her against this wall to punish her for her little attitude.
Our next stop was the Devil’s Lair.
Blair needed to have some fun, release some of that tension, and I needed to speak with the guys while also keeping an eye on her.
An Evanescence song blared through the space, and I noticed a group of girls were in the corner.
Emeri and Brooks were seated at the bar, drinking.
I pushed Blair in the direction of the girls. “Go have fun.”
“Yay!” Daphne called out as Blair walked over to them. “My girl is here!”
Brooks swiveled around in his stool to face me. “Dude, what the fuck?”
I snatched his drink and smelled what was inside, twitching my nose at the strong scent of vodka. “I told you to lay off the liquor.”
He reached forward, attempting to grab it back, but I held it back out of his grasp. When he tried again, I gulped down the last sip and slid the glass across the bar.
Emeri only shook his head, taking a slow drink.
“You can’t bring her through the main tunnels.” Brooks propped one elbow on the bar and massaged his temples, as if my breaking the rules was his biggest stressor.
I glared at him. “You’re the last person who should be questioning me right now. It was easier going that way than through the Fawn Quarters. If someone has a problem with it, they can take it up with me. She won’t remember anyway.” I took the stool beside him.
Brooks snorted. “You’re getting stupid. Making stupid moves.”
“I’mmaking stupid moves? Keep talking shit, and I’ll make you take care of your own bodies when you’re being fucking stupid.”
“Both of you, chill out,” Emeri said before settling his stare on Brooks. “We’ve all done stupid shit. Let’s just enjoy the night because I’m sure we’ll be dealing with another problem soon.”
Nico strolled in, hands in the air, and interrupted our talk.
“Hey, bitches!” he yelled. “Party is fucking here!”
“See.” Emeri shook his head. “We have to deal with the fucking toddler Sons who’ve yet to mature.”
His patience for the younger generation was slim.
His patience foreverythingwas slim.
“Sorry, Zo,” Brooks said. “It’s been a day.”
Brooks stood, scrubbing a hand over his face, and stretched across the bar to grab a seltzer water.
“The fuck is going on with you, man?” I asked him.
“I don’t know.” He popped the cap open. “My father’s reelection bid has been a fucking mess. He’s acting like a nightmare. The pressure is on me because if he loses this election, then my chance of becoming president is gone.”
I didn’t know why anyone would want to be president. I’d rather slit my wrists and jump into a shark tank.
But that was Brooks’s dream, and as his friend, I had to support that. Had to help make it happen.
“Don’t worry.” I patted his back a few times. “You’ll get the gig, even if I have to kill someone to make it happen.”
“Tonight, we’re playing beer pong,” Nico announced to the room, waving the girls over. “Havens, Daphne, and Fawn who isn’t supposed to be here, bring your pretty little asses over here!”
