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His friend eyes him uneasily before slowly nodding, but I slip away and find the nearest bathroom before closing myself inside. Is there no end to Cooper's cruelty? Isn’t fucking my sister enough?

Since I can’t hide in here forever, I pee and fix my makeup before taking a deep breath and exiting. Beast stands on the other side with a brooding expression before grabbing my hand and pulling me to the door.

I don’t protest because I have zero desire to be here, and it’s not until we’re in the car and pulling away from the curb that I ask, “Where are we going?”

“I’m tired of this fucking shit. It’s time to make our first move,” he says grimly, and I turn to him with dread.

“How are we going to do that?”

“The dick likes to hang out at Crave, we’ll swing by and see if he’s there, give him a little show,” he says, licking his lips slyly.

“Oh,” I stutter, my pulse pounding painfully but I refuse to consider that it’s due to anticipation and look out the window instead.

All too soon we pull up to the entrance and Beast takes my hand, leading me to the door and through to the VIP section where we’re allowed access without issue.

A quick glance around reveals that Cooper isn’t here which is just as well because although I half wanted to see him, I’m still reeling under his cruel words.

Beast leads me to a table in the corner with a scowl before ordering a series of shots that I stare at with wide eyes while he looks on grimly.

“Wh-what?” I ask, licking my lips.

“Twenty questions. You take a shot every time you don’t want to answer.”

“I’m sorry, you want to play a drinking game?”

“Why not? I’ll start. How old were you when you popped your cherry?”

Dubiously, I eye him before saying, “Sixteen.”

“Sixteen?” he says leaning back in surprise.

“Yes! What? You didn’t think I’d find someone to do it with me?” I sneer.

“No,” he chuffs, “I just didn't think you had it in you. Who was the douche?”

“Nope. My turn. Hm,” I say, tapping my finger against my mouth. “What did you do to Cooper’s sister?”

His eyes drop, and he sighs before giving me a moody stare and taking a shot. Raising my brows, I lean back and fold my arms over my chest.

“Okay,” he rumbles, “why did the mob want Lorri?”

“You don’t know?” I ask.

“Fuck no, they don’t exactly share that kind of shit.”

“Okay, well, she...saw something she shouldn’t have,” I say slowly. I shouldn’t have said that much, but the alcohol I drank before we got here is loosening my lips.

“What did she see?” he asks, but I shake my head.

“What’s the worst thing you’ve ever done?” I ask but before Beast can respond, Cooper speaks up behind me.

“He got a girl pregnant and walked,” Cooper says coolly, dropping into the seat between us.

My eyes fly to Beast’s but he’s glaring at Cooper and I’m pretty sure I’m going to have to save that tidbit for another time.

“What do you want, Jackson?” Beast growls.

Cooper looks between us with a cold smile, his eyes dipping to my breasts before he says casually, “What? Can’t I visit with my girlfriend's sister?”

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