Page 57 of Goddess of Mayhem

“I think I’m being punished,” she replies with a humorless laugh.

I already know where this is going. “I can show you punishment, little one, but I’d say it’s my lucky night.”

I had almost forgotten what it’s like to go out with Oren. The fucker has no shame unlike Bastian. He was always more fun to do things with. The amount of pussy we’ve pulled throughout the last nine years of our friendship is record worthy.

“What can I get you boys to drink?” Chan asks.

“Surprise me,” I say, not caring what it is so long as it burns on the way down.

“Same.” I hear Oren agree beside me while I scan the club. “Been a while since we’ve been to a titty bar.”

I hum. “Been a while since I’ve been out in general it feels like.”

For the next hour Oren and I get lost in conversation and throw back a few drinks, just playing catch up. Most of his attention stays on the bartender that I’m convinced he’s going to disappear with at some point or the platforms we can see from here.

Our fourth drink in, I hear Oren choke on his drink. My head snaps in his direction and he points toward the main stage while trying to clear his throat.

“What the fuck, O?” I ask, ready to cut him off if he can’t even swallow properly already.

He coughs. “Your girl.” Cough. “Butt-ass naked.” His hand stays extended while he eagerly continues to point until I look.

I don’t have to look to know who he’s talking about to know he means Malia is on that fucking stage right now. My head whips in that direction and my feet are moving before I even glance. Sure enough, as I shoulder through the thick crowd there she is hanging upside down on a stripper pole pouring champagne down her naked body.

I come to a stop at the end of the platform and see there’s a man sitting in a chair watching her off to the side of the pole. She hangs off the pole doing a split and showing off her perfect bare pussy to everyone before her platform heels hit the floor. Her eyes are heavy, clearly hammered and how she’s doing any of this with that much grace is beyond me.

My body heats as she walks over to the man sitting in the hot seat and she straddles his lap. My vision tunnels as I watch her guide his hands all over her naked body.

Myfucking naked body.

Malia bends backward and catches my eye. I see the moment she processes who I am. Once it hits, she just smiles, wrapping her ankles around the man’s neck and I watch with clenched teeth how she guides his hands to knead at her tits.

A guy beside me whistles in my ear before he starts yelling. My heartbeat throbs in my ears that I don’t catch what he’s saying except for the word’s “pussy” and “baby”. That’s enough to have me snap my arm out and ram his face into the platform. He drops like a bag of bricks and I’m on the stage, stalking toward her as she giggles.

The man she’s sitting on doesn’t see me approach until I’m dragging her body off of him and wrapping my leather jacket around her.

“What the fuck?” He stands at full height, which is a few inches taller than me, and I finally recognize him.

He’s Donovan’s right-hand man, Breckin Reynolds. I narrow my eyes at him, not giving a fuck who he is and pull Malia into me. I smile at him knowing I’m technically untouchable. From my peripheral, I can see security scrambling to get to me.

“Breck, don’t,” Malia says as he steps toward me.

My smile widens and I push her to the side while he keeps coming. “Please, Breck, do,” I taunt.

He swings and I dodge it, laughing at his failed attempt to hit me. He straightens quickly to send another blow toward my face, but I twist his wrist and knee him in the stomach. Taking advantage of the position he’s in, I grab the back of his head and drive his face into my knee then kick him down on the ground. He falls easily, coughing from the blow to the stomach, and spits blood onto the floor. I turn and pick Malia up and throw her over my shoulder.

“I can fucking walk!” she screams as she kicks her legs and scratches at my back while I carry her off stage.

Men surround me and pull her off me. I raise my hands in surrender when I hear several guns cocked.

“Stand the fuck down!” Malia yells when she takes in the men around us.

“Miss Olin…” I hear someone say from behind me and she glares at them before grabbing my hand and pulling me into a room in the back.

Twenty Three

Malia

OFCOURSE,HE’SHERE.I should have known I couldn’t go out and have fun without Liam Brenner showing up to brood and piss all over me. I zone in on him as he watches me with fury in his eyes.

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