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She grins before letting Byte lead her away. I glare at him, warning him he better watch her.
He salutes me, the dick, before bending down to talk to her.
“He’ll take care of her.”
I turn and find Repo watching them.
“He better.”
“You’re good for her.”
“So glad you approve, Repo.”
He bows and walks away. “This club is full of fucking weirdos,” I grumble, heading to the bar and signaling for Manny.
“Make Lola one of those mocktails.”
“Give me a few minutes and I’ll bring it over.”
“Take it over to the pool table.”
Manny looks over and grins. “He’s trying to teach her how to play?”
I look over and narrow my eyes. The asshole is standing way too fucking close. “Looks that way,” I grunt.
“He’s about to get schooled.” He laughs, making me look back at him.
“Huh?”
“Watch her. She might not come around much now, but back in the day, Havoc used to bring her around all the time.”
“And he taught her how to play?” I summarize.
“No, she taught him. Seriously, your girl’s a shark.”
I turn back to watch and grin. “Interesting.”
“Pan! Get me another case of Corona,” he snaps at the prospect walking by.
“Fucking prospects are a pain in the ass,” he mutters as I head to the pool table to watch.
I move to an open table so I’m not in the way, but close enough that I can hear them talking.
“So, I don’t hit the black ball until the end, right?”
“Right, and only with the white ball.”
“Okay, seems easy enough. How do I know which balls to hit before that?” she asks innocently, but I don’t miss the devious expression on her face.
“Hit the white ball into the triangle of balls and we’ll see what you pot. We’ll take it from there.”
“Okay. Now?”
“Go for it.”
I watch her slide the cue back and forth between her fingers and feel my cock swell as I imagine her rubbing me instead. She hits the balls with a loud crack, sending them scattering across the table, potting three stripes in the process.
“Lucky shot. That makes you stripes.”
