Page 71 of Vile Boys

I take the chips and give one to the dealer, then walk off, the two girls flocking behind me like birds flying to a feeder.

Walking up to the guard near the VIP area, I show him my ID, and he swiftly removes the line for me. “Welcome, sir.”

Everyone here knows who I am. Perks of being the owner’s son.

I nod at the guard, and the two women follow me inside. I settle down on a red velvety couch in the back of the VIP room and stack my chips on the table.

“Champagne, sir?” a server asks me.

I take a glass off the tray, and so do the women, then they settle down beside me, snuggling up against me like they want to rip the skin off my body. And I’m not even sure I’d mind.

“That was such a good game,” the left one says, running her fingers over my thigh.

The other one hangs her legs over mine, trying to claim me. “We brought him some good luck, don’t you think?”

I take a big sip of my champagne, the heat keeping my rage at a minimum while the ladies start to feel me up, kissing my neck and cheeks. I just know they want me to bring them up to my private room here at the casino.

But I’m not in the mood right now.

I grab a chip and stare at it, the pink color on the backside making me think of a particular pink-lipped girl who’s been a thorn in my eye ever since she stepped foot on this campus.

She’s been following Caleb and me around, and I know it’s not just to catch us in another kill.

I came here to distract myself, yet …

I flip the chip, annoyed that I worry so much about just one girl.

Why all of these kisses and touches remind me of her.

Why they make me want to push them aside and walk out of here so I can hunt her down and give her the chase she’s been quietly begging for.

Maybe I should.

I take my last sip of the champagne and look up, only to see a shimmer of a figure walking past the VIP section, our eyes connecting in the same instance as wild rage becomes me.

“Kai?” I mutter.

What is he doing here?

I get up and walk off.

“Wait, where are you going?” the girls ask.

“Out.”

“But your chips—”

“Buy yourself something nice.” I leave them with a literal gold mine, but it’s mere pocket change to me.

I march out of the VIP area and catch up with him. I grab his shoulder and make him turn around. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

He smirks. “You know why I’m here.”

My nostrils flare. “He invitedyou, didn’t he?”

His eyes drift off to the room in the back that’s well guarded, the one no one but highly privileged staff and trusted people are allowedto enter.

Yet …he’sinvited?

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