Page 51 of Vicious Little Games

“Nice. So, you could probably beat my ass?”

“Oh, I could definitely kick your ass,” I tell him before taking a long sip of my wine.

“That’s hot,” he says with a grin. “What do you wear when you’re working out? Is it bad that I’m picturing you grappling with another chick in a bikini?”

“Let me guess, and we’re also rolling around in a mud pit?”

His eyes widen. “Yes! How did you know?”

“Lucky guess,” I say to him. Then to our passing waiter, I hold up my hand to get his attention.

“Are we ready for dessert?” the young man asks.

“No, thanks. Could you bring our check, please?”

“Right away,” he says with a wince before hurrying off.

“What…oh, you’re ready to leave?” Theo asks. Apparently, he’s not the brightest bulb in the box of ones he has to change.

“Yes, I am more than ready to go.”

“Do you want to stop by my place? It’s nearby.”

“No, Theo. I don’t want to go back to your place.”

He may be a tall, dark, and handsome man, but I’m getting a pervy vibe from him. Not in the way the guards would check me out with lust in their eyes for me, or how Cole looks at me like he’s thinking dirty thoughts about the two of us together.

Theo seems like the type of man who wants to fuck every woman in the world just to check them off his list of conquests.

Cole

Cass actually went out on a fucking date with some motherfucker my mom chose for her.

I thought she was just trying to make me jealous, but then she got ready after we got home from the shooting range, put on a sexy green dress with high heels that made her legs looks divine, and left the penthouse with an army of guards.

Which is when I came up with a plan that I have no choice but to execute with my own guards trailing me.

“What are we waiting for?” Mike asks as the three of us lurk around the shadows next to the hotel waiting for Romeo to return from walking Cass up to the penthouse.

“You’ll see,” I tell him.

The fucker better not get invited inside. There’s no way Dante would allow that after the first date, right?

“How long is this going to take?” the guard whines. “I was supposed to get off hours ago.”

“Don’t blame me for that shit. I’m on property grounds. Do you two really need to babysit me out here?”

“Yes,” August answers. “As soon as we walk away, you’ll probably leave, then our asses will get fired.”

“Then tell your boy to stop complaining,” I reply.

A moment later, a man leaves the hotel and heads toward the vehicle parked right where we’re waiting.

Once he goes by, I step out of the shadows and have the muzzle of my gun pointed at the back of the fucker’s head before his guards even notice me.

“Stop walking and turn around.”

“Oh, shit,” one of my own guard’s grumbles as they both step up beside me to face the pretty boy’s security detail.

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