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My jaw clenches as Aamon perks up when the women approach. He makes a sweeping gesture with his hand toward the three of us. “Ladies, your entertainment is required.”

When the redhead closest to me tries to sit on my lap, I give her a sharp look. Fear flashes in her eyes before she sits next to me and puts a hand on my knee.

Disgust thrums through my veins, building with every beat of my heart.

Looking toward Kirill and Maxim, I find them in much the same position as me. Their faces are twisted in matching snarls which would be funny if not for the situation we find ourselves in.

“Think of these ladies as a gift, gentlemen,” Aamon’s tone is pleased, as if he’s caught us in some way which has my spine straightening.

That’s when my eyes snap toward the dance floor and don’t find Huck and Oaklynn.

Well, fuck.

CHAPTER 13

MAXIM

If this woman touches me one more fucking time, I’m going to have to break my own rule and kill her. I won’t feel good about it after because she has no idea what she’s doing and is following orders. But there’s something to be said for reading the room.

Aamon looks thrilled at the women’s behavior. The slimy bastard.

“You need to back off,” I growl at the blonde whose hand is hovering over my knee.

“Don’t be like that, baby,” she purrs, trying to sound seductive.

She just sounds whiney. Her voice grates on my nerves. I’m annoyed that I have to endure this bullshit.

I also know that men like Aamon like it when they think they’re winning at something. He obviously believes he’s tricked us in some way.

Little does he know.

I notice Baker stiffen, but I’m not sure if it’s because of the redhead next to him or something else. My eyes scan the area, but I don’t see anything going on from where I’m sitting.

“Aamon,” Kirill’s voice is filled with warning, “you need to call your whores off.”

The blonde gasps and pulls away from me slightly. Thankfully.

Just as I’m about to chime in and agree with my brother, our woman’s voice has my head turning her direction. “Well, well, well.” She deliberately walks toward me, her eyes flashing while Huck stands behind her with his arms crossed across his chest. “It looks like the party has started,” she coos.

When she leans down, the kiss she lays on me is full of possession. It shouldn’t turn me on as much as it does, but everything this woman does sets my blood on fire. It’s part of her charm.

With a curled lip, she looks toward the woman sitting next to me. “Scram,” she commands.

And it fucking works. The moment the blonde moves away, it feels like I can breathe a little easier. It helps that her cloud of perfume is moving with her. Talk about making my stomach churn.

Oaklynn pulls back from me and goes toward Baker, ignoring the woman who is still trying to climb on Kirill. The kiss our wife lays on Baker is just as intense as the one I got. Now that I don’t have a human octopus next to me, I can find the hilarity in the situation.

“You need to move on for the night, honey,” the woman next to Kirill speaks up as the redhead next to Baker takes one look at the kiss going on and removes herself from the situation. “It’s our turn tonight.”

Oaklynn turns slowly before a sinister smile curls her lips. “Oh,” our woman feigns surprise and innocence, “you think you get a chance to have anything happen with my men?”

The woman scoffs, “Just because you warm a bed sometimes doesn’t make them yours.” She looks at Aamon whose eyes are locked on our wife. It’s the wrong move which he’ll learn soon enough.

“I should have brought popcorn,” I murmur under my breath.

Oaklynn winks at me before focusing back on the woman perched next to Kirill. I’m fairly sure she still has her hands only because she isn’t touching him.

“That’s not what makes them mine,” Oaklynn’s voice is sweetness personified. “My rings do though.”

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