Page 64 of Iris' Lying Eyes

“Thanks.” Pulling the straw between my lips, I suck the drink down. I need a break, and this is my only chance.

We both turn when the crowd roars. Diem stands over his opponent with his arms raised wide. From here, I can only imagine the devilish twinkle in his eyes as he jumps from the ring with a smirk.

He approaches a group, who I assume to be friends, and I contemplate making my move, but everything stalls when one of them turns in my direction. His eyes are so pale they’re almost translucent, and I search my brain for where I’ve seen them before.

I’d remember it if I saw him, though, because he’s starkly handsome with his midnight hair, crazy eyes, and patrician face. He screams money too, and other than the deadly grace he exudes, he doesn’t fit in here at all.

Cherry follows my gaze and says, “Mm, he’s hot.”

I silently agree, and she stumbles off, probably in search of Jagger and her next fix.

Eyeing the trio, I will Diem to step away so I can get him alone. I guess his skin must be itching because he turns and meets my gaze. His mouth tilts in a mischievous smile, and I raise a bitchy brow.

“Well, well. I was hoping I’d see you here,” he says as he approaches, his dark eyes twinkling.

“Really?” I say dryly, shaking my head. Somehow, I doubt Diem was eyeing the door in anticipation of me magically arriving, especially since he could’ve texted me.

Am I a conquest to him?

“Yeah, sweetheart.” He licks his lips, and I laugh, muttering, “Nothing but a player.”

His eyes light up, and I grab his arm but lose focus when his friend stops beside him, giving me a cursory glance, and says, “We should go.”

Diem nods, but it’s lost on me. I recognize this guy, but why? “You ever fucked more than one dude before?” Diem says, and I roll my eyes.

“Not now,” his friend says, and they share a bro stare that would be impressive if my opportunity to speak to Diem wasn’t all but gone.

“Nice win, McCafferty!” Diem turns to some dude behind him with a devilish grin and I stagger back.

Diem’s a McCafferty? Why the fuck did no one tell me? This would have been critical information to know.

Grabbing Diem’s arm, I hiss, “I need to talk to you.”

His smirk fades at my glare, and I tug to no avail as the blue-eyed devil says, “Let’s roll.”

I back away with a frown because I’m uneasy about the connection. Once again, shit is happening around me, and I’m fucking helpless to it.

His friend glances my way, and I assume, based on my oh-fuck-no expression, that I’ve set off his radar when he cocks his head, studying me. The intensity behind his pale eyes reminds of a cat stalking his prey.

“What’s up?” Diem asks, and I wave him away, but Diem doesn’t budge, crossing his arms over his massive chest.

I’d admire the view if I weren’t full up on dick right now. Besides, he’s like my cousin or some shit.

“Alone?” I huff, and he smirks.

“You wanna talk, do it. Otherwise, I gotta bounce. Got pussy waiting for me.”

“Really?” I’m borderline screechy, but I don’t care. I’ve been running his errands like a good little grunt. The least he can do is give me five minutes. Alone.

“Yep.”

His friend sighs, and I side-eye him with a scowl. When he raises a brow, I grind my teeth. “Who is this asshole?”

Fucker thinks he rules the world.

“Who? Him?” Diem grins and wraps his arm around his friend’s neck.

The icy fucker shrugs him off with a scowl and says, “I’m Ramsay Yates. This is my territory, and your friend there doesn’t belong.”

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