Page 91 of When Kings Fall

I pulled away smiling. “Sorry, just you and me going on mission together is hot as hell.”

“Yeah?” he said, briefly tapping into that sexy teasing tone of his.

“Hell, yeah, lovely.”

“Fuck, woman.” He stilled suddenly, then pointed. “There’s the motherfucker.”

I followed his gesture to see that long, dirty-blond hair skimming the shoulders of an off-white tank, that hawk tattoo on his right shoulder.

He was with one of the strippers, her hand delving into the back pockets of his jeans as she led him to one of the back pleasure rooms.

We headed over there and Levi hung back as we’d agreed, while I stealthily entered the dimly lit room.

The pleasure had gotten underway quickly.

Now that was an aspect of him that was the truth then. He’d always been wham-bam-all-done whenever we’d been together.

I couldn’t see his face because the girl grinding on him was blocking the view.

But then I heard his voice as he fisted his hand in her hair and held her painfully to him as he hissed, “While we’re in here, you’re Brianna, got it?”

Revulsion rolled through me.

It got worse when she nodded, he shifted his grip to her ass, then told her, “Call me Big Daddy, bitch. You got me?”

“Yeah, okay,” she said quietly.

As the names thing hit me, I realized that the girl had long, flowy black hair like me, and my compact build. She was also decked out in all pink.

A shudder rolled through me—he knew about that change in me then.

Her shiny pink booty shorts ground back and forth on his lap as he lounged in the velvet chair with his eyes closed, his hands spread over her breasts that were encased in a silky hot-pink bustier.

“Harder. Roll those hips for Big Daddy. Please me like the whore that you are for me.”

Eww.

In the next beat, I drew my knife, took aim, the tossed it.

It cut through the air violently and embedded in his right thigh.

He shrieked and the girl gasped and jumped off him.

She spun around and took in me there. “Go, I’ll take care of this creeper.”

She nodded frantically and gave me a grateful smile, then rushed off, past Levi who was outside guarding the door.

Tommy eyed me incredulously. “What the fuck? How are you here?”

“That was one hell of a show,” I said, sauntering toward him.

His eyes were all over me, flaring with erotic need.

“Yeah? You think so? Finish it with me. Show me how jealous seeing another woman with me made you, B. Take it out on me.”

Urgh.

When I reached him, I yanked the knife out, then smashed my fist into the side of his face, making his head snap back. “A sick show, you piece of shit! How fucking dare you?”

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