Page 83 of Tempting Little Thief

“Ain’t no privacy out here, pretty boy.” Hayze hops up beside me, tossing me a white shirt he found in the car since I used the one I had on to wipe the blood off me as best I could. “This is as close to alone as you’re gon’ get.”

James Bond narrows his eyes, glancing around the space.

Most people are gone already, the ones who aren’t are too drunk or high to pay attention, and they’re also clustered in their own little cliques closer to the front.

I brought us all the way to the back, on the edge of the old building my bosses have been talking about fixing up.

“Why don’t we let the Grecos tell us how we ended up here?” a dude with freakish white-blond hair pipes in.

“I want to know how this guy got into The Game Room.” The one at his side, I’m talkingreally closeto his side, disagrees.

“This ain’t your spot, homeboys. What you want don’t mean shit.” Hayze pops a beer, pointing it forward before taking a long drink.

“You should watch how you talk to them,” a soft little voice adds, but I don’t look.

In my peripheral, the dudes she speaks of shuffle closer, drawing Hayze to his feet.

“Why not, gorgeous?” he goads, taking small steps toward her.

“Watch yourself,” one warns.

“Or what?” Hayze fires back.

“Or I’ll cut your skin from your–”

“How many times you fuck her?”

The conversation cuts, all eyes flying to me when I speak, but mine haven’t left the handsy motherfucker. Not once.

The dark-haired girl’s cheeks bubble up with a laugh she tries to hold in, the other princess’s jaw hits the dirt, and Rocklin’s eyes close for a long second, or at least that’s what I got from the corner of my eye, ’cause I’m not about to look away.

He needs to answer.

“How many times?”

He shakes his head, looking off.

I jump down, temples tic, tic, ticcing. “I asked you a question.”

“She can answer if she wants to.”

“Don’t be a little bitch.”

The charge in the air zaps stronger, and he darts forward, offended like a weak little prick, more so when I meet his single step with two of my own.

Rocklin moves between us, her front to me, and she yanks my head down by the tips of my hair. My eyes don’t stray from the pretty fuck behind her, so she shifts some more, blocking him from my view.

I glare.

She glares.

And then I realize with us this close, her chest touching mine, her ass has gotta be touching him.

I whip her around, backing her up until her knees hit the crates.

Her eyes flare, desire brimming, but still, she hisses nice and low, “Not now. Get this done.”

My hold on her tightens, jaw clenching. My eyes stay glued on my girl, but I speak to the others. “Which one of you had the bright idea to come here?”

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