Page 34 of Bounty
Of course she fucking did.
Thank every deity in existence that none of my club brothers were there, or I’d never live this shit down. Nor would I ever convince Riker that I should beSliceinstead of Pretty Boy.
“A photo? Well, of course, darlin’,” I purred, laying it on a little thicker than needed and dragging my eyes over her figure.
Maybe if Effie thought I found Ophelia attractive, she’d stop acting like an ice queen. However, while Ophelia was pretty in her own right, she couldn’t touch Effie.
I must’ve laid it on a little too thick because one of the broad’s friends stalked over. Since Ophelia stepped to Daria’s table, the two men remained in the background, content to chat with each other. Now both were glaring daggers at me. What the fuck was I missing? Fuck, at first glance, the three of them seemed like good friends. However, the slightly taller one wrapped a possessive arm around Ophelia’s waist.
“Fuck, no, she can’t take a picture with you,” he growled, wrenching her away with such force she stumbled and his jacket fell open.
“Stop being a fucking entitled asshole, asshole,” the other motherfucker chastised, though I barely heard him.
When the asshole’s movements briefly opened his jacket, I noticed a motorcycle cut, though the patches were covered by his leather jacket. My eyebrows rose, but I decided not to think too much about it. Once the chick left, they’d be gone, too. A Satan’s Sinner wouldn’t bring a woman to buy a book. They’d fuck me up.
“I’m fine, Stretch,” Ophelia said. She was a pretty woman with chocolate brown eyes and rich brown hair. She smirked at the motherfucker who’d yanked her. “Cash is just jealous.”
“Jealous?” Cash barked, his blue eyes narrowing. “The fuck I am. Why the fuck would I be jealous of a pretty facepretendingto be a bad motherfucker?”
“You sure about that?” I couldn’t resist the jab. This motherfucker didn’t know jack about me. I nodded to his jacket. “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”
Ophelia lifted on her toes and kissed Cash, then turned and kissed Stretch. I blinked and exchanged a glance with Effie. Shock was written on her face. Pre Effie, I might’ve been green with envy. Now, I mentally hi-fived their game and moved on…
Wait,what?
Amusement danced in Cash’s eyes as he focused on me. “Years ago, I would’ve taken you up on your offer, pretty boy, but I’m happily married.” He nodded to Stretch. “Andin love with our woman.”
“Ignore him,” Stretch growled to me, although I couldn’t think of a fucking thing to say.
I’d never laid eyes on that motherfucker and, yet, he threwpretty boyat me as an insult.
Interest lit Daria’s eyes. I couldn’t imagine what might be going through her head and I didn’t want to fucking know.
“You’re a throuple?” Effie squeaked.
“Don’t say that too loud, princess,” Cash drawled, and winked at her.
My hands fisted at my side.
Daria leaned in. “Male-male-female?” she breathed, her eyes bright.
Cash shrugged, uneasiness dropping into his face. “Daria, right?” he asked.
She nodded.
“I can give you several ideas for your novels, but real life is messy, and it isn’t tied into a neat little bow.”
“Will you charge her?” Effie asked.
Cash dug in his jacket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. He took one from the pack and prepared to light it.
Ophelia snatched it from between his lips. “You can’t smoke in here, Cash.”
He grunted again, then shook his head, and frowned at Effie. “Won’t charge her. Fee loves her books. Besides, I don’t need the fucking money.”
“We can all use a little extra money,” Daria said.
“Not Cash,” Ophelia said proudly. “Neither Stretch.”
