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It’s either go sit by her, or make nice with the group of men who have been wanting to devour me since I arrived. Besides, that’s what I’m here to do, scope things out.

Time to make a new friend.

“Hey, thanks for the seat.” I smile, letting a little too much fake valley girl spill out of me. She seems hyper, full of a giggly personality. I need to try to match her energy, even if it does make me cringe.

“I’m Foxy. Well, my real name is Grace, but they say Foxy suits me better.” She scrunches her nose, drawing her lips upward.

“Audrey.” I give her a friendly smile, then tell the bartender my order. The guy hasn’t lifted his eyes from my chest yet. I’m not sure why I’m using my real name. It’s a name I never wanted to associate with ever again.

“So, you’re Venom’s girl?” Just hearing those words makes me want to laugh or die inside. As if I would ever be his girl… I’ll be his girl when the grass turns blue.

“Not really. We’ve just been hooking up, nothing serious.”

The bartender leans forward, staring directly at my breasts. With a snap of my fingers, he darts his eyes to meet mine. “Nothing too serious, huh?” He smiles, letting his dimples show.

He’s handsome, which isn’t a pattern for these men. Although, he’s got nothing on Venom.

Wait… what? Why did I think that? I instantly take a huge sip of the drink the bartender set down for me. “Are you okay? You made a really weird face just now. Is something wrong?”

Yeah, something’s wrong. I have completely lost my mind. I mean, sure, he’s attractive, but he’s the scum of the earth. Recheck yourself, Angel. “Yeah, sorry, I’m good. I felt really sick for a second, but it’s gone. So, what were we talking about?”

“I was just about to ask you if you wanted to meet me tonight after my shift. Have some fun? Venom can even join us if he’d like.” He smirks.

Me, Venom, and the hot bartender… I take another large sip, as if it’ll help cool down my erotic thoughts. These guys are Skulls. What the fuck is wrong with me? I don’t get excited. About anyone. Ever. But this has me feeling some sort of way.

“Do you have a death wish? He will cut you in half.” Foxy’s quick to my defense.

Actually, he wouldn’t. Because this is fake, and I don’t belong to him. Pretend or not, I’m just supposed to be a hang-around, nothing more.

“Sorry, maybe some other time, but I would love another drink. Tequila with a splash of lime, please.” I blow him a friendly, playful kiss, and his excited smirk drops as he shuffles away to make my order.

“You are so totally going to ruin all the fun around here. You look like a hot-as-fuck Barbie, with one hell of an ass.”

“What can I say? It’s a gift.” I shrug, twisting the tiny straw around in my drink.

“Well, you’re lucky, because I’ve been trying to get Venom to notice me for-like-ever. And when I say notice, I mean do some bad, naughty things to me. Not just let me straddle him while he’s talking to the guys.” She sighs and actually looks crushed. “Oh well, at least someone was able to get him out of his funk.” While she orders another drink, I try to decipher what exactly that means.

I don’t care. I don’t care. I do not fucking care. “What do you mean by that?” Damn it.

“Oh, I guess you probably don’t know. He used to bring this chick here all the time. Super straight-edged, not really sure what he was doing with her. Anyway… he brought her around quite a bit. And I must say… when they stopped being a thing, he became moody. More than usual,” she whispers. “And we all think he actually gave a fuck about her. So not Venom. But I’m pretty sure he was screwing someone else on the side—that is definitely Venom. What I do know is the guy doesn’t do relationships. But we haven’t really seen him bring a girl back to the club since, or even touch another one for that matter. Until you, of course.”

I take in everything she said. I think she’s talking about Jules. She mentioned him caring about her. That’s so laughable. If that were the case, he wouldn’t have slept around while he was with her, or helped his President almost get her sold off and raped.

Whatever… This is making my brain hurt—thinking and talking about Venom. This is all useless information. What I need to find out is where Scorpion is, not about Venom’s past love life or lack thereof.

“Guess I was just the girl to liven him up.” I sit back, arm slouched along the top rail of my stool.

“Lucky you.” Foxy sighs. “I bet he’s amazing in bed.”

“Oh yeah, he’s pretty wild. You know…” I lean in, about to have fun with this. “Don’t tell the other guys, but he likes it when I tie him up and take control.”

She smacks my arm, making a dramatic noise. “Get. Out! Aw, girl, now I am so totally jealous.” We chuckle, because I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t want his club thinking he likes to play submissive. “So, how did you guys meet anyway?” she asks, and I’m just about to go into detail on the fake motel meeting story when she jumps up from her seat. “Oh! We’ll have to pick this up later. Nice chatting with you. I hope Venom decides to keep you around. Catch you later.” Foxy shuffles off, drink in hand, and straddles one of the patched members. Within seconds, they are already deep in each other’s mouths.

She could be the perfect person to blab something about their missing President. But she’s just a hang-around. How much could she really know?

I finish my drink, lost in thought.

When the guys pile out from the back, almost all of them find a random chick to start tongue-fucking. Just watching them makes me feel like I’m going to get hepatitis.

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