Page 23 of Pink Poison

“Gentlemen,” the man accompanying my little nightmare greets.

Stephanieflips her hair to the side before her eyes widen in surprise as she takes in who is seated at the booth.Joyfloods me as her mask slips long enough for hurt to decorate her baby blue eyes while she takes in my best friend. As fast as her mask slipped, she rebuilds her emotional walls in time to stare at me. Her eyes narrow, flaying me open until she reaches the Vice President patch on my cut.

“Mr. Hill,” Graves acknowledges as he stands, offering the space for the older man and my stepsister to slide into the booth. “Who might your guest be?”

“Caught your eye, did she, Mr. Hargrave?” Hill smarms. He places his arm over Stephanie’s shoulder before teasing the thin strap of her dress.

My teeth grind under the pressure of my jaw tightening. I hate it—the sight of him touching her so…casually. I shouldn’t, but I do. Stephanie leans closer to herdateand slides her perfectly manicured hand over his chest, tracing a pattern with her nail. Rage threatens to consume me, courtesy of her nonchalance. Between the devastated look she gave my best friend and her ability to touch a man who is, in my book, lower than fucking garbage—all while giving me nothing, pisses me the fuck off. I hate that I want to jump over this fucking table and beat the shit out of Hill for putting his hands on her. I loathe the fact that I’m reminded that Jameson had her. More than that, it’s clear that shefeltsomething for him. Worse, I despise knowing that Iwantto breathe the same goddamn air as her.

“We have history,” Graves snorts as he raises two fingers in a salute towards Stephanie. “Isn’t that right,Stevie?”

“Oh, this is perfect.” Hill laughs hoarsely. “Since you’re already familiar with each other, sharing tonight shouldn’t be a problem.”

Sharing?Over my dead fucking body. “I have no interest in sharing yourwhore.” I glare at thewhoreherself. “Who knows where her cunt has been.”

“In Stone’s face, per our last encounter,” Stevie snarks before fluttering her lashes at my Sergeant-at-Arms.

“Don’t speak,little girl.” Hill grips her shoulder harshly, leaving red splotches where his finger tips rested in his wake. “If youneedto open your mouth, you can put it to better use on my cock.”

Stone glances in my direction, likely trying to gauge how I feel about hearing that he had his face in the one woman’s pussy I can’t stand. Shaking my head, I refuse to cater to her outburst. No. He and I will settle this in private, where hewilllet me get my licks in.

“Creed Hill,” Kash interrupts as he approaches the table.Perfect timing.“Kashton Reid, Butcher MC Enforcer.”

“I take it you’re the one responsible for the missing middlemen around the state,” Creed sneers. “I’ve lost a lot of money because of you.”

“Hazard of the job, man.” Kash shrugs before giving my stepsister his attention. He smiles, far too kindly if I have anything to say about it. “Nice to see you dressed, Blondie.”

Jesus fucking Christ.Has she seduced everyone at this fucking table? Standing, I slam my hands on the table, ready to flip it and dragStevieout of here by her light blonde strands like a damn caveman.

“Sit. Down. Mack,” Graves grits, clearly not pleased with how this meeting is shaping up.

I follow his order, not bothering to address the outburst. Creed eyes me briefly before whispering to Stephanie, something meant only for her to hear. My heart pounds, forcing my chest to heave with every breath I take. I want to know what he’s saying to her, and why her cheeks are flushed. No. Ineedto know. Relief washes over me, calming the storm in my mind when her eyes light with a familiar defiance as Creed pulls away.

At least she has some fight left in her.

“I don’t think that’s a good id—” she starts.

“I am certain I told you not to speak,” Creed reprimands. “Go on.” With a glint of deviance, he nudges her away. “Help relieve some stress from our friend over there.”

“Of course,Mr. Hill.” She shuffles next to my best friend before sitting on his lap.

My jaw thrums while she makes an obvious show of grinding on him before sliding off his lap, and the booth. Her crystal blues sparkle against the low light of the bar—challenging me and every man at this table to fall into her trap. Her stiletto heels click twice against the floor, one for each step she takes to stand next to Kash, who hasn’t bothered to sit. “Excuse me, cutie.” She giggles.

“Cutie?” he all but growls. “I’ll show you cute.”

Her fake laugh rings out again, drawing the attention of other patrons around the bar. The sound echoes in my head, stirring the familiar disdain I hold for her. Everything aboutStevie Watersis fake. Her laugh, her smile, her blonde hair, and her fucking bimbo attitude.Like mother, like daughter.And like father, like son—I can’t stop myself from wanting her.

Sneering, I snap my fingers to get Kash’s attention. I’m done letting her play games tonight. If she wants toact, then I’ll give her a stage. Then we’ll see how well she can keep the facade going. “Come on then,whore,” I drawl.

Her heated stare connects with mine, accepting my challenge without so much as a blink. “Where do you want me,Max?” she purrs.

Fuck.My name shouldnotsound that damn good from her pouty lips.

“Sit your ass down,” I demand, pointing to my lap.

She smirks. Shefuckingsmirks like the little temptress she is. I almost want to walk back my demand given the confidence she’s exuding.Almost.But like the stupidbastard I am, I hold firm. This is a game of chicken that I don’t plan on losing. She sways her hips side to side, encouraging Kash andGraves to groan. Turning, she gives me a full view of herincredibleperky round ass before falling right into my lap.

Fucking tease.

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