“I’m done waiting, let’s test this shit now.”
I look back to Raven, who tries real fucking hard to hide her body behind the bar stool.
“You sure about this?” Captain speaks low so only I can hear. “That chick should be here anytime.”
“I need to know.”
“I’m with Maddoc.” Royce gives a jerky nod, his body swaying a bit as the alcohol kicks in.
Cap eyes him before sliding his stare to me, his concern easily read. “And you’re ready for this?” he pushes. “What happens if this doesn’t roll the way you want?”
“Then she’ll be begging for her trailer when we’re done with her.”
Cap sighs, his shoulders falling slightly as he nods and Royce rubs his hands together, shooting for confident and ready, but I know he’s nervous as fuck. He’s been downing shots since we got here.
I down the rest of my drink and push to my feet. I haven’t drunk this much in months, and I’m not trashed, but I can’t say I don’t like that my body is finally chill after days of nothing but pure fucking tension.
Tisha sees me coming and her back shoots straight.
I give her no warning other than my eyes on her as I grow closer, then I’m gripping her behind the knee, and yanking her to the edge. I step between her legs and she gasps, her eyes widening.
“You’ve had your eyes on me the last hour, Tisha.” I lean closer. “You got something for me?” I whisper, sliding my hands up her thighs and she tenses.
A nervous laugh leaves her, and she recoils, her eyes flying right briefly.
“I...” She starts pulling away with a shrug. “Look, I’ve been dying for this, and maybe I was looking at you, but that’s all. Before, I’d have been all over this, but things have changed. I have a shoot next week, and I can’t risk getting my ass beat. Sorry.” She hops off the bar and walks away.
“You’re an idiot.”
I spin around to find Vienna behind me. Cap and Royce walk over to us.
“I told you to be here at ten,” I hiss.
“And I had to wait for Maybell to pass out, then hitch a ride here because I don’t got it like that. But...” Vienna licks her lips and smiles up at me. “I’m here now.”
“Why’d you even go for this?” Royce questions, studying her with his cloudy glower.
“Like I told you guys before, I happen not to like her newest move. She shouldn’t have gone against you.” Her hand reaches out to touch my bicep and I glare. “I don’t believe she’s as scandalous as her little trade-off paints her.” She steps closer to me, her palms now planted on my chest. “So, like I said I would, I’m gonna take one for the team here, Brayshaws, hoping that it helps you get what you want.”
My brothers reluctantly take a few steps away, both mumbling something under their breaths as they do.
Vienna hesitates a moment, then cautiously pulls herself up on her tiptoes and slides her lips across mine.
It takes me a second, but I force my hands around her and pull her body against mine.
She grins and covers my lips with hers, driving her tongue inside my mouth. I kiss her back, forcing my tongue to meet her careful swipes.
It’s all fucking wrong.
My baby would never be careful or cautious with her mouth.
She’s demanding, punishing and eager.
And she hasn’t stepped in to fucking stop this.
Goddamn it, Raven!
I pull away from Vienna’s lips, but hold her there a minute, jerking my hands away from her when she smiles up at me.
She reaches up to touch her lips, hesitates a moment longer, and then disappears down the hallway toward the bathroom.
Captain and Royce move toward me again.
Anger and annoyance mixed with flat out fucking disappointment slices through me, the same pained expressions clouding my brothers’ eyes.
Captain sighs, dropping his chin to his chest while Royce’s jaw sets and looks away.
That was it, Raven didn’t make her move. She let it happen, stuck to the little bitch’s side all the while. I don’t know what the fuck I thought would happen just now, but what I didn’t expect was the sharp ass pain hitting my chest. A sting so deep my facial muscles tighten, forcing my eyes to squint.
She might as well have rammed that knife of hers into my gut and twisted. Something tells me that would’ve done less damage than standing here knowing it’s not where she wants to be.
Raven for real just stood back, watched this chick stick her tongue down my throat and did nothing.
My Raven would never stand for that.
Guess she thinks she’s no longer mine.
Royce kicks a stool and it knocks to the floor, but the music is so loud and the lights low, it doesn’t create a scene.
He storms off.
Cap picks it up, signaling the bartender for another round.
Fuck this shit.
Brave little bitch.
And she tried to front like she had a thing for Royce. I knew she was too easily roped in by the glitz of their world, she showed it in her envious words at the very first party the group home girls dragged me to at Collins’ house.
She’s just like the rest, waiting for a turn with any Bray they can climb on.
I should break her fucking nose.
I slip out the door and start back down the dark hall, but I’m yanked to the side and shoved against the wall – a move he’s getting far too fucking comfortable with.
Collins gets in my face. “What the fuck are you doing?” he growls.
I jerk from his hold in the same second and shove at him, stepping into his face. “I told you, Collins, you put your hands on me again, without my permission which you’ll never fucking have, I won’t hesitate to stick a four-inch piece of metal through your lung and laugh as you drown in your own blood.”
His head draws back a second before he glares. “You think I didn’t notice what you just did? That I didn’t watch the entire fucking thing, same as you, and then trail your ass when you disappeared in the same direction?”
“Like I fucking care.”
He growls. “You can’t run around acting like the jealous little girlfriend! You belong to me as far as these people are concerned.”