Page 1 of Piper's Pyro

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Piper

Three Days Ago

“What’s this? No bodyguards.” Midnight scanned the room from behind the bar, her mouth gaping and a white dishcloth in her hand. She was the kind of bartender who said whatever came to mind. No matter if it hurt someone or embarrassed them.

The bitch didn’t need to make me feel like a child. I had no choice but to let one of my brothers follow me everywhere after Cobra gave the order. It sucked. Sucked massive balls.

“How does it feel to be let out of your gilded cage, little princess?”

I swallowed the last of my old fashion and lifted my chin. “It feels fucking fantastic.”

“I bet it does.” Midnight eyed me, a wicked grin spreading across her face. “What trouble do you plan to get into now that you have some freedom?”

“I’ll have another one of these.” I raised my empty glass. “Keep them coming.”

“So you want to get wasted. Sounds thrilling.” She rolled her bright blue eyes. “Why don’t you live a little while out of your cage?”

“You know who my brothers are. Cobra only let me come to the casino because no one gets in who isn’t on the approved list. And I begged him.”

“Wow, that’s embarrassing.”

“Yes, you bitch, it is shameful.” Did she have to make me feel worse than I already did?

“Guess it worked. When did Cobra become soft?”

I narrowed my gaze. “Karma, I guess.” I wasn’t about to tell her I cried a little to play on my brother’s emotions. It was demeaning and pathetic to sink so low. “Eyes are still fucking watching me, though I can’t see them.” Cameras were all over the place. I might not have one of my brothers breathing down my neck, but I was still guarded.

“Sucks to be you.” She placed a fresh drink in front of me.

“Not always.” I understood my family’s worry about Forrest Frat’s obsession with me. Gunner had been tailing Forrest, but he’d lost track of him after receiving some shocking news. Of course Cobra had refused to give me any details.

Whatever. I was free… for a couple of days anyway. I had orders not to leave Aeros Casino without an escort, or I’d really be locked in a cage instead of the metaphorical one Midnight mentioned.

“I wouldn’t want to be the youngest child in a family full of bikers. I don’t envy you one bit.” She clucked her tongue and froze when a blond, tatted man sat two stools down from me. “Mercy,” she whispered, then asked him, “What’ll you have?”

“Jameson.” He stared at Midnight while she poured his drink.

I brush my thumb against my glass, willing him to turn my way so I could get a better look. Although his side profile made my thighs quiver and my stomach flutter, I wanted to see all of him. From my vantage point, I studied him casually so as not to appear desperate. He had a golden tan, white-blond hair trimmed tight on the sides and styled on the top. I bet he had a bathroom full of hair products. His intoxicating cologne wafted in the air and circled around me teasingly.

“I haven’t seen you before.” Midnight’s voice snapped me back to the present. She set his glass on the bar and leaned on her folded arms. The move made her plump tits nearly spill out of her tank top.

“It’s my first time.” He bobbed his head and took in the room.

“And how do you like it?”

“So far, so good.” He drank his whiskey.

“Are you here for the blackjack table or the entertainment?” I swiveled in my chair to face the blond hottie, anything to get his attention, which had remained on Midnight.

“Both.” He took a gulp of his whiskey. “So, how’s theentertainment?” He directed his question to Midnight.

Fuck, he was into her.

“First class.” She stepped away from the bar. “I’m off at one.” She went to help another customer, shaking her ass like a pendulum. Even I couldn’t help but stare at her leather-clad, heart-shaped backside.

“Then it’s a date,” he shouted at her.

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