Page 17 of Frenemies

What kind of question was that?

“Of course, I’m feeling okay?”

“You sure,” Tanner arched a brow. “Cause I just watched you orgasm over a pickle.”

“Ugh, don’t be ridiculous.” I wouldn’t be having this conversation with Ava. “Is there something wrong with enjoying food?”

Tanner held up his hands. “Hey, I’m all about healthy appetites. If you want more, there’s a jar in the back.”

Really?

I thought about it for a second, even slid my gaze to the back door for a second before returning to my work. There was stuff to do. Besides, it helped take my mind off Chase. It didn’t take long for me to get lost in serving beer and yelling at big bikers.

That was my favorite part of this job, bossing big burley men around. And they listened too because I controlled the flow of alcohol.

Before I knew it, there was no one left in the room, but Beast, Jaz, and I. Tanner disappeared with two of the sweet butts a couple of hours ago. The rest slowly stumbled out. No one passed out on the floor in my bar. They had homes to sleep in, which is exactly where I sent them.

We were just getting ready to close up. Jaz was sweeping the floor while I stacked the clean glasses behind the bar when my phone went off. My brows knit at the unfamiliar number. Normally, I wouldn’t answer a call from someone I didn’t know, but it could be Chase.

So, I swiped the accept button and said, “Hello.”

“Naomi Prescott?”

“Yeah?” Why was some Russian guy calling me?

“You look for Chase Mathers, yes?”

I immediately straightened up. This must be one of Nikolai’s men. “Yes, I’m looking for Chase.”

Jaz and Beast stopped what they were doing and perked up at my comment.

“He is here, in Bower.”

“He’s in Bower?” I said while looking at Beast, who held up three fingers while mouthing the word hours. “Can you see him right now?”

It wouldn’t be the first time we got a tip, only to find out that Chase had left town when we got there.

“Yes, he sucking face with whore by bar.”

Son of a…

“Keep watching. We’ll be there soon to get him.”

And kick his ass.

The rolled-up bill slid along the table, helping me suck up every speck of the thin white line in one long inhale. The burn crawling up my nostrils and into my throat felt almost as good as the drugs hitting my system.

This was my fifth line, I think? Lost count after that whore sucked my dick. Or maybe it was after I polished off that bottle of whiskey? Ah, who cares. The buzz warming through my veins outweighed everything else—nothing like a night of death and drugs to get my blood pumping.

Speaking of drugs…

My gaze dropped down to the needle I had ready to go, premium grade-A heroin. This shit was hard to come by. I only knew a few factions that sold it, but I was guessing by the blue diamond on the bag that this was the Russian’s shit. Good old Nikolai. Motherfucker prided himself on quality.

I looked over at the sleeping girl huddle up on the hotel bed. She wouldn’t be too happy that I took her stash. Too fucking bad. I was doing her a favor.

Skinny bitch was obviously an addict. Exactly why I only let her suck my dick, and even then, I used a condom. Who knew what kind of crap she was infested with?

At least I made sure she ate. She needed some meat on her bones. Not like a certain blonde with curves in all the right places. My fingers twitched. I so desperately wanted to feel those hips in my hands right now. I could already see her perfect pink lips curled in a snarl.

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