Page 11 of Wild Card
“You’re fucking cheating!”
“Nope. I just know how to play, and you, my friend, have the shittiest poker face I’ve ever seen.”
“Fuck you.” He pointed at me. “He’s looking at our cards when he brings drinks.”
“I’m really not,” I said calmly. “Everyone knows Jett is tough to beat.”
“Bullshit. Give me my money back.”
Jett’s eyes hardened. “It’s my money now.”
“Then I’ll just have to take it back.”
He grabbed the edge of the table and flipped the fucker toward Jett. A cry went up as Tara hit the floor, and a table leg caught Shaun on the shoulder.
Ouch. Shaun was already a shrimp, so that was most definitely going to leave a mark.
Jett was faster than either of them, leaping from his chair, eyes wild. “Let’s go, fucker!”
His excitement cut through the big dude’s rage. He faltered, brow creasing. He didn’t know that Jett was a crazy motherfucker who lived for chaos.
We both did, or we wouldn’t be doing this shit.
Plus, we had an ace up our sleeves that he didn’t know about. Sully was a beast who’d clean up any mess when we called him.
But first, I’d let Jett have his fun.
He dove into the fight with a crazed whoop, kicking the big fucker’s knee. The man howled with pain and fury as his leg buckled. He went down swinging, though, a meaty fist slamming into Jett’s ribs.
Jett doubled over, wheezing. “Shit, fuck, sonuvabitch! Now I’m really pissed.”
He straightened, eyes bright with the rush of adrenaline. He looked almost happy, but then, Jett always had been a thrill-seeker.
The big dude clambered back to his feet, but his leg still wasn’t steady. He stumbled into Shaun, who had just gotten up after the table assaulted him.
Shaun might be a little fucker, but he didn’t shy from a fight.
“Asshole!” he growled, tackling the big dude from the side, diving against his hip with all his body weight. With the weak knee the dude already had, his size didn’t hold up against Shaun’s momentum.
He staggered to the left at the same time Jett rushed forward, swinging. His punch missed the target, catching Ace in the ear instead.
“Ooh!” someone exclaimed behind me. “That’s gonna hurt!”
Ace swore loudly as he charged into the fray, looking for some payback.
Now, we had the makings of a full-out brawl.
Tara crawled out from the mass of stomping feet, grabbing up what cash she could, before she made tracks for the door. She’d always been a smart cookie. The other table had all stopped playing, staring at the madness overtaking the room.
Ruby ran up to me, clinging to my arm. “You have to stop this! My dad’s warehouse?—”
“He can file an insurance claim.”
“No, Axel! What if he finds out you all got in with a key? He’ll know it was me.”
I shook her off, more intent on keeping an eye on the cagey-looking fucker creeping up behind Jett.
She whipped out her phone. “Fine, I’m calling the cops and telling them you all kidnapped me!”
