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Dixyn was serving another player, wearing a lacy, red lingerie set that barely covered her ass and tits. Jealousy and rage rushed through me as the man stuck a tip in her cleavage.

I balled my fists in an attempt to control my anger. I wanted to break that motherfucker's fingers for touching her.

“Are you lost, Mr. Lawson?”

I turned to John, who was at the end of the hall. I tried to push Dixyn from my mind, but it was easier said than done when she looked like a porn star. “Just looking for the bathroom.”

“Down this hall on the right.” He gestured.

I forced myself not to look back at Dixyn as I walked away. “Thanks.”

After using the restroom, I went outside to smoke a cigarette to calm my nerves. I didn't want to cause a scene, especially when there was money at stake.

She's just a good piece of ass. Nothing to get upset over. Keep your head in the game.

I scoffed aloud. Even I didn't believe my bullshit.

I finished my cigarette and went back inside. I'd planned to go straight back to my seat, but on the way, I ran into Dixyn in the hallway.

We stared at each other a few seconds. Dixyn's eyes were wide with disbelief before she blinked the shock away and narrowed them at me. “What the hell are you doing here, Ford?”

I couldn't help but smile. I loved that I riled her up. “I was just wondering the same thing. Are you following me again, kitten?”

She placed a hand on her hip. “I'm working. I had no idea you'd be here.”

Chuckling, I raked my eyes over her. She was a dime piece and was hot as hell in that lingerie. “Why are you dressed like a prostitute?” I teased, trying to egg her on.

Scoffing, she attempted to walk past me. “I'm not doing this with you.” When I wouldn't let her by, she rolled her eyes and let out an exasperated sigh. “Let me through.”

I clicked my tongue at her. “You didn't say the magic word.”

She tapped her foot. “Now, Ford.”

I chuckled and moved out of her way. She quickly brushed past me, and I couldn't help but stare at that fine ass as she walked away.

I went back to my seat with a fucking hard-on and tried to focus on the game. But that went out the window when Dixyn walked in.

The waitresses had been rotating every thirty minutes, so I figured it was her turn to serve our table. Kojack and Dead Man both glanced at me, and I knew they remembered who she was by their stiff expressions.

The other guys were starting to get loud and rowdy from the alcohol kicking in, which was both good and bad. Good because that meant they were losing their money but bad because they were being handsy with the girls.

“Ooh, boys, we got a firecracker here now,” one of the councilmen stated. “What's your name, sweetheart?”

Dixyn glanced at me before answering the man, “Dixyn.”

The man grinned, his eyes heated with lust. “Beautiful name for a beautiful girl.”

My blood was simmering with anger. I didn't know why I was so jealous when it came to Dixyn. She wasn't my old lady, but I didn't want anyone else to have her. Especially that pretty pink pussy.

I could tell her smile was forced when she asked, “Can I get you boys anything?”

The other players rattled off their orders, and Dixyn left the room.

“That one's a hot one,” the same councilman stated. “I'd like to have a piece of that.”

I stifled a growl of anger, trying to maintain my composure. Dead Man leaned over. “You cool, boss?”

I replied with a stiff nod. “I'm good.”

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