Page 5 of Frenemies

“Come on.” She wrapped her hand around my arm and leaned in to purr in my ear, “Everyone needs a little companionship now and then.”

“Uh-huh,” I tipped my gaze down to her red painted claws and swallowed back a mouthful of whiskey. “And how much does your companionship cost?”

Like I said, I was here for a reason. Mainly the two Reapers that managed to get out of the storehouse I burnt to the ground. It wasn’t even hard to follow them. Jax really needed to teach his guys not to leave such a sloppy trail.

“Trust me, Honey.” She leaned in, pressing her tits against me, and whispered, “I’m worth every penny.”

Said every whore out there.

“Not interested.”

“Did I mention that I come with party favors?”

That definitely got my attention.

My brow rose. “What kind of favors?”

She grinned at me and reached in her cleavage to pull out a small bag of white powder. The instant I saw the blue orchid, I knew that she wasn’t a high-priced whore. She was a plant. A pretty piece of bait meant to lure me into a trap. And not a smart one either. There was only one group around these parts that dealt with that brand of coke.

The Reapers.

“What do you say, Big Boy?” she trickled her fingers down my chest and blinked up at me seductively.

Little did she know, she’d just landed herself in the spider’s web. She was pouring it on thick too. I internally shook my head as she pawed at my arm. Jax must really want me gunned down. Well, I was more than happy to let him try.

Idiots probably thought they could walk me into a trap. Who was I to crush their carefully laid plans? Besides, that was some good coke. I wouldn’t argue a free line. Plus…

I tipped my head and rolled my eyes down the curve of their bait’s hip. Nothing wrong with banging the shit out of this bitch while I waited to take out Jax’s boys. It’d been a while since I got my dick wet, so why not. I didn’t have someone waiting back home for me—someone else did. Not my fault if she hadn’t realized Chase Mathers died in that hospital.

“What do you say we get out of here?”

Nice try, Sweetheart.

I tipped my chin at a door in the back. “There’s a perfectly good bathroom over there.”

Her lip curled up as she tsked in discontent. Guess she didn’t like that. Too bad for her, I didn’t give a fuck. If anyone was going to do any ambushing around here, it would be me.

“Don’t you think we’d be more comfortable somewhere else?”

“If you want my money, you’ll shut your mouth and march your ass through that door.” I leaned in, growling right in her face, “I’m not paying for your opinion.”

I watched her tip her gaze to the door and wondered if that’s where they were? Wouldn’t be the first time someone shot at me in a parking lot, and it wouldn’t be the last. Ah, it didn’t matter—I was done playing this game.

“Let’s go,” I growled, grabbing the bitch’s arm.

“Wait,” she hesitated and pulled back on my grip. “Don’t you want to know my name?”

That was the best delay tactic she could come up with?

“Who the fuck cares what your name is?” I said and dragged her off to the bathroom.

She was about to find out what it meant to drop a lamb in the lion’s den. If she wanted to play the role of cock sucking whore, then I was going to make damn sure she gave a stellar performance.

By the time I pushed her into the bathroom, she had her game face back on—batting her lashes at me while pushing me back against the wall. I didn’t argue. Why not let her think she was in charge for a bit.

Besides, it felt kind of nice when she ran her hands under my shirt. It reminded me of the way someone else used to touch me. Someone that other guy missed desperately.

My brother used to tell me the best way to get rid of one pussy was to dive into another. Trust me, I was trying to wipe my mind clear of that bitchy face, but his philosophy had yet to come true. No matter how many cunts I fucked these past couple months, that image of Naomi on her knees was permanently burned in my brain.

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