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He arches a brow. “Yeah, like playing games with the woman who was given, watched, and protected for you?”

My heart slams against my chest, and I ball my fist at my side, ready to throw down right fucking here and now. I take a step toward him but stop before I get too close. As much as I want to hit him right now, I can’t do that. Not only because he’s my VP but also because he’s not wrong, and I respect him too much anyway.

“I was playing. It was fun, but yeah, that shit is done. Dillion is claimed. But that’s not what I’m pissed about.”

He arches a brow then lifts his arms and crosses them over his chest. He tilts his head to the side, his gaze focused on mine. “What is it, then? We can all feel the tension.”

“I should have just got Vixen’s sister when she asked. I’m pissed at myself.”

“You’re pissed for bringing it to your president and allowing him to make the decision?”

“Basically. My gut instinct was to just do it. Vixen was clearly distressed, and she’s not someone who gets up in arms about nothing. She was worried about her sister, and I know she’s with the Demon Guns now, but none of this would have happened if I had just done what I thought was right and dealt with the repercussions later.”

King snorts. “Yeah, but you ain’t that man.”

“I’m not.”

I don’t say it, but I regret not being that man. At least I do right now. I fucking regret that shit. Just because it was the right chain of command, the right thing to do according to the rules of the club, that doesn’t mean it was what I should have done.

CHAPTER

TWELVE

DILLION

I swat at another hand.My ass has been pinched tonight more than it has in my whole lifetime. I cannot believe these men. They keep saying that it’s for good luck, but I think they just want to touch a woman’s ass.

When last call is announced, I let out a sigh of relief. My ass is sore, and not in any kind of fun way, either. I clean up the room as the dealers leave, and then I’m alone. Once I have everything organized and closed up in the gambling room, I gather all my stuff and head toward the bar, since it’s the only way to get to the parking lot.

“Hey,” a voice calls out.

Lifting my head, I turn toward the bar and find Kyle standing behind it. She lifts her hand and waves, then motions for me to walk over to her. Hitching my purse strap higher on my shoulder, I make my way toward her.

“Hey,” I say softly with a smile.

“Sal didn’t tell me that he hired someone,” she murmurs.

She’s smiling, but I can tell she is so curious that she can’t help herself. I don’t blame her. I would probably be, too. But I don’t have anything exciting to tell her. It’s not like I’m stripping in the other room.

“Just waitressing,” I say.

She hums, but she doesn’t look like she believes me. Thankfully, she doesn’t say anything else, mainly because a group of women walk into the bar from the other room. They’re all strippers, and they are gorgeous. Every single one of them. I find myself staring at them as they breeze through the bar and head straight for us.

“We’re all going out to eat. It was a busy night. You girls want to come?” one of the women asks.

“Can’t go out tonight. I need to get home to the baby,” Kyle says, then blushes.

“And your man,” one of the women says in a singsong voice.

She shakes her head, her gaze flicks to mine, and she gives me a warning look before she responds.

“Something like that,” Kyle mutters as she throws her purse strap over her shoulder.

I know her man isn’t home. It’s clear she doesn’t want to tell any of them, so I don’t spill the beans about it. Plus, it’s not my place.

“What about you?” one of the women asks, her gaze flicking to me.

Smiling, I shake my head. “I would love to, but I can’t tonight. Rain check?”

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