Page 45 of Hap

Maggie groans. “So, you calling him Casper will piss him off, and he will rage-fuck you when he finds you.”

“Exactly!” Star says with a sigh.

“Okay, remember. Do not let on what we are doing until it’s too late for them to catch us. We owe this to Alina for getting our men out. Plus, I can’t help but get excited at the idea of torturing a cunt of a man like her ex,” Star says, rubbing her hands together.

“Okay, but you said we weren’t actually going to torture him,” I point out.

Star waves me off with a flick of her hand. “Sure, sure. It’s totally fine, come on. Tonight’s the night for payback!” She drapes her arm over my shoulder and leads us out to the porch.

All the brothers are sat lounging around, beers in hand, but as soon as they hear the clicking of our heels, their heads turn in our direction.

“Fuck me,” Ghost mutters, his eyes zeroing in on Star’s ample and overflowing chest.

She gives him a flirty wink. “We are off. Catch me later, Casper,” Star taunts.

Ghost’s jaw ticks with irritation, but his eyes alight with lust at the challenge. I’m starting to feel like I’m standing in between their foreplay.

I feel a tug on my hand, and when I look up, I see Hap smirking as he pulls me into his arms. His hands casually move over the curve of my behind, a sinful smirk on his face.

“Thank fuck you ain’t going to a bar dressed like this, or I’d be killing a lot of fucking men for even looking your way,” he threatens.

“Is that a way of saying you think I look hot?” I ask, arching my brow at him.

His eyes sweep up and down my body. “Baby, I would fuck you right here, right fucking now, if you’d let me.”

My lips part as heat pools at my core. “In front of everyone?” I whisper.

His lips tip up into a sexy smirk. “Claiming you as mine for all to fucking see.” He grazes his lips along my jaw before nipping my earlobe. I suck in a shuddering breath. “Does that make you wet? The thought of people watching us?” he whispers against my ear.

I swallow, my throat suddenly feeling very dry. My hands grip his T-shirt tight in my fists, and Hap lets out a low and deep chuckle, knowing what he is doing to me.

“Okay, that’s enough. Stop tempting her with filthy promises,” Star yells loudly, snapping me out of my state of horniness.

I blink, my cheeks heating as Star pulls me back from Hap. “Wait!” he barks, stepping forward firmly, taking hold of my jaw before he crashes his mouth down to mine. the kiss is swift and intense, leaving me breathless. “Behave baby, you’re mine, remember,” he rasps across my lips before stepping back.

I blink up at him, and that playful smirk returns to his lips. “Bye,” I whisper. It’s the only word my brain can think to say. Star takes my hand and leads me down to the black van. Dixie is already sitting in the driver’s seat, looking anxious. We climb into the back and shut the door behind us.

“Let’s go!” Star yells excitedly.

Dixie speeds off, and the van’s wheels screech in a wheel spin, making us all cheer and laugh.

We arrive at the clubhouse, and two big ass dudes are standing at the door, waiting for us. “Who are these guys?” Belle asks.

“Ghost hired extra protection for us tonight. Just in case. What with Eugene still out there.” Star shrugs as she leans over and opens the van door. We all pile out, and one of the big guys opens the door for us to enter. We walk in, and loud music rings out. There’s a table of food and cocktails ready for us to pour. They had even decorated it with banners and balloons for Nova.

“I feel bad that they did all this, and we are fucking off,” I mutter.

“It’s kind of sweet of them.” Elsie smiles sweetly.

“Okay, let’s get on it. Remember, they will be watching us on the cameras.” Star walks over to the drink and pours in the crushed sleeping pills into two glasses. She then turns with the glasses in hand and walks towards the guys at the door.

“Do you think they will take them?” I ask.

“Have you seen Star? She can pretty much make any man do whatever she wants,” Maggie snorts.

“Here, let’s have a drink before they pass out,” Maggie adds, handing me a drink. I take it and look at it. “It’s a mocktail, no alcohol,” she adds.

I nod my thanks, then take a sip, wishing I could have a stiff drink right now to calm my nerves. I wanted Trent to suffer. Hell, I wanted my sister to suffer. Just a little bit, at least. I’m not hurting over them anymore, so maybe that’s why I feel hesitant in doing this.

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