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“No,” I said stiffly. “I like women.”

Carlos cocked his head. “I’m not sure I believe you, Dax. I think you might be one of those gays. I won’t have a gay working for me or in my house. It’s unnatural.”

Oh, this guy was a piece of work. But the men around him all stared at me, like they were waiting for my answer as well. And if I answered wrong, I wouldn’t be walking out of here, at least not as upright as I had on the way in.

I took Sindy’s hand and forced myself to face her. “It’s nice to meet you.”

Carlos gave a sharp nod, his tight expression smoothing out now I’d done what he’d wanted and given in. “I think you’re going to become a tit man tonight, Dax. There’s a room prepared for you upstairs. I treat my fighters well. Sindy is just a small treat, and there’s more where that came from. Enjoy. Fuck her well. Sleep. Tomorrow you’ll show us how you fight.”

Sindy tugged me toward the house. “I know which room it is. Don’t worry.”

With one final look at Nyah, who wouldn’t meet my eye, I followed Sindy into the house, up the stairs, and into a darkened bedroom.

28

LYNX

Dear Diary,

I should’ve stayed by the pool and kept my mouth—and my fly—shut.

I’d never been to a party anything like the one taking place in the Guerra mansion. I’d basically gone from frat parties to prison. Where frankly, the only sort of parties taking place weren’t ones I was interested in joining.

The Slayers liked a good get-together, both of the PG variety where there were kids and family members everywhere, but also of the adult-only kind.

When I’d first moved in, I’d been surprised at the way a Friday night could turn from sitting around drinking beers and talking shit, to a makeshift sex club, with none of them caring if the others watched them fuck.

I’d seen everything from Queenie grinding on Aloha’s lap, to Hawk bending Kara over the pool table, to our prez, War, with one hand between his woman’s legs, pleasuring her pussy while he got a blow job from Scythe, one of his other partners.

All right there in the main room of the clubhouse.

To date, I had not partaken in any of it.

In fact, I’d found myself walking out and hiding in my bedroom or going for a ride when it looked like things at the clubhouse were heading in that direction.

Not because I was a prude. Fuck, the exact opposite. Because lately, all it made me do was think about having Nyah there.

Or Luca.

Or, fuck me, both of them.

And didn’t that make me the biggest chump of all.

At least nobody was fucking at the Guerras’ party. At least not yet. It was a lot of older men, with women who were way too young for them. The whole thing made my skin crawl.

Carlos and his friends definitely had a type. And I guessed their money bought them whatever they wanted, including beautiful women, young enough to be their daughters.

I watched from the edge of the party as Nyah trotted around with Carlos, like she was some sort of prize-winning animal he was showing. With her hand tucked into the crook of his arm, he played the part of the perfect gentleman, while she could barely walk in a tight dress made for sin, and forcing smiles for each of his friends, though few of them looked her in the eye.

She was nothing but a hot body to lust over.

Though, was I any better?

I hadn’t been able to take my eyes off her since she’d walked downstairs wearing a deep-red dress that clung to her hips and tits, all of it doing my dick no favors when I was supposed to be talking her up to Luca.

She hadn’t asked me to, but it was a mission I’d given myself.

Because the danger was real, and the more I thought about it, the more I felt fucking sick.