Page 104 of Ramsay

He just smiles and leads the way into the club where two guys are going at it in the ring, really pounding on each other. With some surprise, I recognize Rogue’s sweaty back as he gives as good as he gets, bouncing on his toes while he dances around his opponent.

What’s he doing here? Another fucker encroaching on the Sinners territory?

Hm. Rogue is a badass fucker in his own right and before Jagger came along, I messed around with him a few times.

It's too bad I didn't choose him first because he’s hot and he would’ve treated me better, but it doesn't matter now, it's too late.

Following Hate through the crowd, I smile as everyone creates a path, recognizing his menace subconsciously, although I don’t blame them, it emanates from him like a black cloud.

Hate pulls me up to the bar, cutting in front of almost everyone, and orders a drink before shoving it into my hands. “She’s over by the door. Short, big tits and long dark hair.”

With a flick of his wrist, I stare at my drink and nod before turning away casually and heading into the crowd. The sooner I do this, the sooner I can leave.

I spy the girl as soon as I turn. She’s pretty, gorgeous even and standing with a group of girls and two guys, laughing at something one of them says. She places her hand on his arm and he smiles at her before looking away and checking out some bitch’s ass as she passes by. Dick.

Moving in behind them, I lean against the wall and listen to their conversation, pretending interest in the fight. Rogue is doing just fine, and I run my eyes over the real estate admiring the sleek muscles, smooth skin, and dribble of sweat tracing its way down his happy trail.

Until a large scowling body enters my view. At first, I pay him no mind, glancing around his torso to continue my admiration until Diem reaches out and pulls my chin around.

My eyes narrow on his, which are currently staring at me heatedly, and I mutter, “For dicks who want me to disappear, you sure do keep finding me.”

“If you’d stop coming to places you don't belong, this wouldn’t be a problem,” he says gruffly, grabbing the cup out of my hand and drinking it down.

With a smile, I watch him finish it off, satisfaction flowing through me in sweet waves. Dick doesn’t know it, but he just gave himself a nice long nap of the pharmaceutical kind. I’d call that a karma fucking sandwich.

“What?” he growls when he spies my amusement.

“Nothing, if you don't mind, I’m here with my friends,” I say, gesturing to the girl and her group.

My mark is watching us intently and she steps forward to wrap her arm through mine, saying sassily, “That’s right. Who the fuck are you?”

To which I feel a moment of regret because I’m screwing her over, this after she willingly stepped up to help a girl in need, but fuck, what else can I do?

Diem gives her a nasty look and shakes his head. His pupils are already starting to dilate and with a narrow look my way, he turns abruptly, weaving his way through the crowd, heading straight for Ramsay and Oliver.

“Shit,” I mutter because as soon as they realize he’s drugged, they’ll be on me like white on rice.

“Everything okay?” she asks with a concerned frown.

Turning to her, I hesitate but say, “Would you mind walking me outside? I’ll be fine from there.”

“Sure, that dick bothering you?”

“Pretty much,” I say, catching Hate’s eye and nodding as he turns away.

Once we breach the door, the clean air feels good, and I breathe deeply before pulling her to the side.

“Thanks, that was really cool what you did back there.”

“Anytime,” she says, giving me a soft smile as Hate appears over her shoulder.

With a grimace of genuine sorrow, I say, “I’m sorry.”

“Huh?” She says before his big meaty hand covers her mouth, and he picks her up and hoists her over his shoulder.

“You’re not going to hurt her, right?” I ask, trailing after him.

“No, Cherry, she’ll be fine,” he says. “Here, take my car. I’ll pick it up tomorrow in exchange for the payment.”

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