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Cooper’s brows slam over his eyes, his jaw ticking while his stare bores into mine. With a wicked smirk, I surge against my suitor’s dick and ride the need in my veins, knowing just as Cooper does that it's not Chuck’s dick that's getting me off. No, it’s Cooper’s fucking stare.

But it all falls flat when some chick grabs Cooper’s arm and pulls him away from our intense stare off. He glances down at her with a frown before nodding, and with a last searing look my way, he walks off.

Stumbling under the fall, I back away from Chuck while he stares at me with confusion. I don’t want Chuck, and I need a fucking moment to catch my breath before I hump his leg like a little whore.

What I need just left with another woman and despite the desire I saw on his face, he's not choosing me.

Fuck it all, but I’m fucking teary eyed as I bust through the door and step out into the alley.

Sucking in a deep breath for air, I stare into the sky and blink back the deluge. I’m being stupid, but I just wanted the fucking boy to want me, the girl, is that too much to ask?

Apparently.

I can’t face going back in there and my resolve to enjoy myself and stop being a fucking dud broke in the face of Cooper’s attention. Now I’m left adrift, and I don’t like it one bit.

Chapter 16

Cooper

I’m still stewing about Hudson’s warning at the airport and my altercation with Minnie after.

What’s she playing at? She must know that I know Beast isn’t her cousin. Unless he’s left her in the dark. But why?

It’s a problem for another day because I have to drag my ass out for the obligatory see and be seen at the club. Once again, I’d rather be resting but no one fucking cares how much sleep I get as long as I perform.

I’m eyeing the chick who’s fawning all over me, her juicy tits bouncing around in her dress when Jordan stops beside me and says, “The big fish is here.”

I resist the urge to roll my eyes at his ridiculous nickname for a fucking mafia don and say instead, “So?”

I already knew Castinetti was on the move. I don’t need Jordan to tell me although I should stop acting like a total dick, I guess.

Tapping the blonde on the ass, I push her gently toward the bar and say, “Grab me a glass of water, baby.”

As much as I could use another whiskey, one was too much when I have to maintain top physical condition. Too bad becausedealing with all the shit spread across this damn club is enough to drive a lesser man insane.

When Jordan grunts, I turn away and toss over my shoulder, “Whatever. Keep your eyes on the prize.”

The man gets on my last fucking nerve, but he’s done wonders for my reputation, which is why I keep him around. Still, there are times I think he’s in this for one reason and it isn’t to help me build my career.

I guess I don’t blame him.

Across the way, Beast rises from where he was sitting and leans over a pretty brunette sitting at the bar. Since wherever he is, Minnie is usually not far behind, I step around the masses to find her.

To my aching dick’s dismay, I find her on the dance floor. When she tips her head back, her pretty hair covering her ass, I grab the railing with a growl.

What’s my little siren up to now? Whatever. She’s lucky I don’t rip that douche’s heart from his chest, but I know better than to fall for typical female antics and instead I let her get close to the edge.

She’s teasing me with that body and her sultry smile, but I get the last laugh when I leave her hanging and stalk away.

It brings me no pleasure because there’s a beast inside of me that wants to claim her animal style for all to see.

And when I find Beast sucking face with some chick, reality surfaces and I do what I should have done before, I seek out someone else to fill the void.

After Minnie’s little display earlier, I found myself chatting up a blonde chick with an annoyingly high-pitched voice and zero personality. All the while I convinced myself it was what Iwanted because Minnie with her lust filled eyes and pretty tits rubbing against some other douche were a warning, I had zero desire to heed.

Now back at the hotel, I’m contemplating a shot of whiskey, I don’t fucking need and bed when I glance up and find Minnie standing in the elevator. My skin burns when I spy the bruised lip and mussed hair. For a moment so brief, I can almost pretend it didn’t happen, my heart clenches brutally at the thought of her fucking that dude from the club.

Thankfully, common sense prevails because the murderous feeling cascading through my limbs would not have ended with anything but my ass in jail.

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