Page 55 of Blood

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Kitty wasn’t kidding about the party being a big one. Music pounds through the compound, pulsating the walls. People are everywhere, drinking or fucking. It’s like rules don’t matter here. Kitty is surrounded by scary-ass-looking bikers, cleaning them out at a card table.

“Fuck,” Green bellows, throwing his cards down and kicking his brother’s leg. “I told you I shouldn’t play against her.”

Tim shrugs and struts away like it’s not his problem. Kitty scoops up her winnings and tucks a twenty down the front of Green’s shirt. “Buy yourself something pretty,” she croons.

He throws it back at her. “Twenty minutes with you, pretty thing.” A giant arm swings past her head, a fist landing with a crunch on Green’s nose. His body flops to the floor at her feet making her bark a laugh.

“Thanks, Grease, but I can take care of myself.”

He flexes his hand. “I know.” I don’t mention that fighting is only supposed to happen in the ring. Instead, I help Kitty grab her cash.

The blonde triplets are taking their turns on the pole. Daddy’s up front and center, with Rose on his lap, her giant baby bump poking out the bottom of her shirt.

“Those assholes bought me my Jeep. They just keep giving me their cash.” Kitty beams, getting to the bar and counting out her winnings.

“What’s your secret?” I ask, putting up two fingers to Diamond. She’s helping out behind the bar tonight.

“Math.” Kitty winks, then shoves the wedge of cash into my hand.

“What the fuck?” I jerk back.

“You helped by distracting them. Your tits fill that top out way more than mine ever could. Keep it too.”

“I’m not taking your money.” I thrust it back at her and wave a hand down myself. “You’ve done enough for me. I’m once again wearing your clothes, and drinking on your dime.” I hold up the glass Diamond just filled. A shrill cackle sends my hairs raising.

Georgina’s all over Callan, laughing, throwing her head back and forth like a mechanical bull. I wonder what he’s giving her to keep her mouth shut about who I am. And why he’s now keeping the secret too.

She whispers something into his ear and lingers there. My fist clenches around the glass.

“Let’s do shots,” Kitty says, trying to distract me.

“Let’s not,” I retort. She’s had more than enough, and her mindset is fragile. She’ll end up doing something she regrets or crying all night.

“I’ll do shots with you.” Percy thumps his hand on the bar.

“Let’s do pussy shots!” someone else bellows. Lifting a brunette onto the bar, her ass balancing on the edge, Percy joins him with dragging her panties down her legs, relieving her of the only piece of clothing she had on. Other brothers crowd around. She leans back as the prospect behind the bar holds a bottle of tequila between her tits and pours the liquid. The path flows down her abdomen, pooling in her belly button, and trickling down over her shaved pussy. One by one, they take turns between her thighs, swallowing the liquid dripping there.

Knocking back a shot of tequila, Kitty throws her hands up and sashays backward toward the dancefloor, wall-to-wall with leather and sin. “Stay where I can see you,” I shout over the crowd.

“Yes, mom.” She snorts.

“You want company, sweet ass?” That fucking term again. The yeti grins, moving into my space and showing a row of white teeth with one missing. I can’t tell if he’s good looking or not under all that facial hair, but he has pretty eyes. “I’ve been on the road. A warm cunt to sink into would be so, so nice.” The horse cock of a dildo comes to mind, and my thighs squeeze closed.

“Why don’t you go fuck yourself?” My smile is deathly sweet. A bark of laughter booms from him, making me startle.

“I bet you like a fist in your cunt, don’t ya?” He winks, then picks up his beer and moves to one of the blonde triplets who just approached the bar to collect a tray of drinks.

“Hey, sweet ass,” he croons. She smiles back at him like it’s a compliment.

Searching the room, I push my way through the sweaty bodies, on the hunt for Kitty. Georgina’s shoulder barges into me, and I lose my balance before righting myself. “Really?” I snap.

“Why are you still here?” she asks, glaring at me.

“Me? Didn’t you get thrown out?” I have to lean in to make sure she can hear me over the noise.

Jerking her hand forward, she chucks a full glass of red wine down my top. “Oops. Slipped.”

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