Page 67 of The Devil's Redemption

That’s something to keep filed away in the back of my mind for sure.

“Anyway, I don’t have much to choose from, but my nicer shirts are hanging up in the closet. And then I have some t-shirts in this drawer here. Jean shorts are down one from that. We look to be about the same size, so you shouldn’t have a problem finding anything.”

“I’m not picky. I’ll find something.”

“Oh, um… This is kind of weird, but there’s some underwear in with my shorts. You’re welcome to borrow that, too, if you want.”

“Ah, not necessary. I don’t wear any,” Maggie winks at me as I grip the door knob and open the door.

“O—okay. I’ll give you some privacy, then.”

I walk out into the hallway and wait for Maggie to finish getting dressed. Blade once mentioned that he didn’t want me wearing underwear. Easier access for him. I think I may take a page out of Maggie’s book tonight and go commando. It could work to my advantage if I need to pull Blade away from Lizzy, or any of the other Doxies for that matter. One mention of what I’mnotwearing, and I’ll have his complete, undivided attention.

Not that I wouldn’t to begin with. I walk into the bathroom and pick my chin up as I look at my reflection in the mirror.

I’m Blade’s ol’ lady after all.

* * *

Their parties start early.

I was thinking people would start showing up around eight or nine. But when Drama cracked open his first beer thirty minutes ago, at six o’clock, it was like the shot heard round the world. Everyone began to show up. I overheard SoCo mention earlier, “The more drinking time, the better.” I guess so. If you’re a big drinker.

Which I am not.

In fact, the beer in my hand is the first drink I’ve had in… I can’t even remember how long. There’s been too much going on. I wasn’t sure if Blade was a drinker because of his parents. I’ve never seen him with a drink in his hand before tonight.

My eyes find his across the room. He’s huddled around a few of his brothers as well as another guy that I’ve never seen before. But his eyes are on me. Does he even hear the conversation happening around him?

So far, only one of the Doxies are here. Mariah. I catch sight of her and Drama sitting on the sofa, seemingly in their own world. I wonder if they will ever become a real couple. Can you be promoted from Doxy to ol’ lady?

They’re awful cute together. I see the way Drama looks at her, and I can tell he cares about her. I wonder how he feels about the fact that she’s slept with the other guys in the club? Does she still sleep around, or does she only sleep with Drama? Doeshesleep with other girls?

Oh my god… So many questions. I both want to know and don’t want to know the answers to any of them.

I consider myself lucky that none of the other girls are here. Mostly that Lizzy isn’t he—I spoke too soon. Here’s the bitch now, walking through the door from the garage, screeching and laughing.

“The party’s here, boys. Get your dicks out,” she shouts.

Fucking skank.

God, I hate her.

She has a bottle of Jack in one hand and a case of beer in the other. She places each of them on the bar before rubbing her ass up against SoCo’s body—grinding on his dick, I’m sure.

Whatever. As long as she stays away from Blade there, won’t be a problem. As soon as I think it, my Bladar goes off as she homes in on my man.

Fuck no.

I chug the rest of my beer before marching over to Blade as calmly yet quickly as possible. I make it to him before she gets the chance, placing my back to his front. He wraps his arms around me as I look up at him with my best doe eyes. He leans down for a kiss as Betty Bitch nearly chokes on her own tongue. I don’t miss the scoff that she tries to play off before hitting up Cap, then Hawk.

Neither of which look interested in her at all.

She completely ignores the other guy standing there. I can tell he’d love to get the same kind of attention as the other guys did, so I decide to give it to him. At least a less slutty version of attention.

“Hi, I’m Sasha,” I hold my hand out, greeting him.

“Josh, nice to meet you.”

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