Page 63 of Our Blood, Our Pain

“That’s a fucking lie.”

“I’ve never seen you laugh. Once. You have a constant scowl like someone has shit on your breakfast. I still can’t believe you get laid as often as you do.”

“I have smiled and I only scowl because everyone pisses me off, which isn’t my fault. And you know I’m hot. I don’t need to do anything other than just be myself for the ladies to flock.”

“I missed that smile, unless you’re talking about the one you do when you’re fucking someone up. But that doesn’t count. Also, how the hell would I know you’re hot?”

“Dude, you’re fucking a guy. I’d say that means you know.”

“Kai is the only guy I’ve wanted to fuck.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

“Anyway, you’re avoiding the question, who hit you?”

“Kai.”

“You’re shitting me? You let Kai hit you?”

“The first one he landed on me without warning, but I encouraged the second.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s fucking sexy. Rough foreplay is the way to go.”

“You’re sick. Should’ve guessed, though, with the bruises the guy has on him daily. You’re a monster, Jules.”

“He enjoys it, so that doesn’t make me a monster.”

“Sure it doesn’t.”

We arrive at Desire and jog inside, as it’s cold as fuck this evening. It’s already dark, and I’m dying to get back to Kai to warm up with him in my bed. Something was off about him when I left. He’s so damn stubborn, not listening to what I’m saying, too quick to give into the fear and negativity that he’s a failure.

Walking inside, the familiar smells and music instantly relax me. This is what I know, what I live. I haven’t seen Dima since I ran after Kai, and I have to admit, I’m curious about what he thinks. I respect the brothers and what they’ve given me. They became the family I lost over time and never let me down. But things change.

“Hey boys, Lev’s over at his table with that sexy as fuck hulk guy. Want me to bring over a drink?”

“Hulk?”

“She means Ivan. He arrived early.”

“Good, now we can have someone else share the load. We’ll just have our usual sodas. Thanks, Bonnie.”

We maneuver around the tables of pussy horny men, and set our sights on Lev and Ivan.

“I’ve been waiting for over an hour for you to show up.”

“Don’t look at me. Jules was getting the shit beaten out of him.”

“Shut the hell up. I told you I wanted it.”

“Wait, are you saying Kai did this?” Lev asks, his brows nearly reaching his hairline.

“Yep.”

“Wow, hot and feisty. Your guy is smokin, Jules,” Ivan says. Before I know it I’ve grabbed his shirt, pulling him out of his seat, which is impressive given the size of him.

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