Page 40 of In the Light of Sin

If only she knew what Jordyn had planned for her. Maybe she’d feel differently about giving to others instead of taking for herself.

Prez’s rueful smile towards her was one of slight pity. “That’s gonna fuck ya in the end, Joslyn.”

She gave a sickly sweet smile. “It already has, Darrell.”

A tension filled the room.

“Alright,” Victoria said as she clapped her hands. “I say we have a testosterone and estrogen night. What do ya say? Lotsa tension that could be solved with some fun with the same sex.”

“I don’t trust Joslyn to not shimmy out the fuckin’ window again,” Grim retorted. I wanted to wanted to knock the rest of that tooth out.

“Nothin’ fun about these fuckers,” Tyrant complained, throwing back a shot. “Their idea of fun is starin’ at a wall or polishing a bloodstained bat.”

“Speaking of,” Grim looked around the room. “Where’s your boyfriend?”

“Knight,” Tyrant sarcastically corrected, but Grim wasn’t wrong. Those two were attached at the hip, and some rumors went around about what happened when they were drunk, horny, and alone. “Went to this tropical place to get some blue fruity drink.”

Grim raised an eyebrow, “Why?”

“Why else would someone who bathes in liquor get a fruity drink.” He said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Fucker wants to get laid.”

Prez grinned at that. “The one who’s always boasting about how easy it is to get pussy is going out of his way now? Who the fuck is it?”

Tyrant grinned. “A girl who rents out a shop on the strip we so graciously took as our own. Haven’t seen her, but she’s got Knight’s dick in a knot.”

“You havin’ withdrawals?”

“Motherfucker.” Tyrant slammed his glass down on the table. “If you’d seen my dick, I’m sure you’d be dreamin’ about it too.”

“We have,” Prez’s tone flat. Tyrant liked to strip when he got wasted. The only one who got a kick out of it was Knight. Those two enabled the fuck out of each other. “Not impressed.”

“Oh?” Tyrant reached for the waistband of his pants, pushing some fabric down and looking at Nyla, Victoria, and Joslyn. “Wanna see ladies? Ny, you can tell me how much better it is than Grim’s—“

Prez’s hand around his throat cut him off as Grim’s fist met his pretty boy grin. Tyrant gripped Grim’s cut and pulled him down, knowing better than to do it with Prez as he slammed his fist in Grim’s jaw. As the other members ambled over to try to break them apart, I glanced at Joslyn. She was biting her tiny fist, trying to hide her grin.

It’s weird how, at the Catacombs, she froze at the sight of violence…

Maybe it was because I was the one fighting there but not here.

Fuck, I hated the way that made my chest warm uncomfortably.

It made me slightly more determined to at least put an effort into my idea. I stepped over to the bar where I knew she’d inevitably be. And I was right. There Libby was, cheek resting against her palm while she swirled whatever malt she was getting drunk on for the night. “Libby.”

She stopped twirling her drink. “Yeah?”

“Need your help with somethin’.”

She twisted in the seat, confused. I don’t blame her. I don’t think I’ve talked to her before. “With what?”

I quickly glanced back behind us at the carnage. Law was finally dragging Tyrant back, and Prez had Grim in a bear hug. Both of their faces were beaten to hell. Nyla began fussing over her fiancé while Victoria headed toward Tyrant. It wouldn’t be the first time she’s nursed his wounds.

I refused to look at Joslyn. I might lose my nerve if I do. “Let’s talk somewhere else.” I started to walk towards the hallway with the meeting rooms, just trusting her to follow me.

Still, I felt a pair of eyes on my back the entire trek out of her sight.

Chapter 11: Joslyn

I sighed dramatically, tapping my fingers against Oakley’s side table.

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