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And there goes my cock—hard and ready to go again.

Until the door flies open once more, revealing Quinn and Vicki.

“This is not what I was expecting to walk into, but I can’t say I mind,” Vicki says before she starts cackling.

Fuck. Could this be any more embarrassing?

Chapter Thirty-four

Freya

“Didwereallyleaveyour club just to go to another one?” I ask, wrinkling my nose as I stare up at the sign that reads Club Inferno. While I’m excited about having a girl’s night, I really don’t want to deal with crowds.

Vicki slips her arm through mine as we bypass the line. “Stop your whining. Quinn knows the owner, so we’re heading straight to the VIP area.”

“You’re lucky I love you two,” I tell her. “My face fucking hurts.”

“It didn’t stop you from getting railed by Soren and Griffin, did it?” she snarks back, and I flush beneath the heavy layer of makeup she’d applied to my face to cover the bruising that’s already started.

Quinn snickers behind us, nodding to the bouncer who’s already opening the door for us. I hear people complaining about us skipping the line, but it sucks to suck.

“Leave Freya alone, Vicki.”

Vicki spins us around so we’re facing Quinn. “I absolutely will not leave her alone. There were three dicks out when we walked into that room. She’s going to share all the details.”

“And if she doesn’t want to?” I ask, unsure why I’ve chosen to talk about myself in third person. I lift a hand to my head, the pounding music doing nothing for the pounding in my head. “If you won’t get me some alcohol soon, I’m leaving.”

Quinn gives me a sympathetic look. “Head bothering you?”

“Like you wouldn’t believe.” I pause. “Or I guess you would.”

She nods, laughing. “I’ve got some painkillers in my purse. I’ll get you some when we make it upstairs.”

Quinn leads us down a hallway instead of stepping into the main part of the club and up a set of stairs. A bouncer opens the door at the top of the stairs and ushers us inside. I sigh in relief when I realize the music is quieter up here.

Instead of heading to the bar, Quinn leads us to a booth in the corner and within seconds of our asses hitting our seats, a server appears.

“Hey, Quinn,” the pretty young redhead says before glancing over at me and Vicki. “Welcome, new friends. I’m Jade. I’ll be serving you tonight. What can I get you ladies?”

We all order our drinks and not five minutes later, they’re sitting in front of us.

“Damn, they have excellent service here,” I say, picking up my Peachy Keen and tossing back the painkillers Quinn hands me. “That’s delicious. I need to come here more.”

Quinn laughs. “Like Vicki said, I know the owner. He has a buddy who occasionally wants to fight. I always get him in, and I’m welcome here anytime.”

“I’m a little jealous.”

“Really, bitch? You’re rich. You can get into VIP any time you want.” Vicki rolls her eyes.

“And you’re hot, so you’d have no problem getting in,” I tell her, and we all laugh because it’s true.

I had hoped they’d forget about the scene they’d walked into at The Guillotine, but Vicki immediately starts bothering me for details. I don’t really want to tell her anything, but I also want her to stop, so I give her a quick rundown of the events.

She sighs, leaning back in her seat. “You’re one lucky bitch.”

“Don’t I know it.”

“Please tell me we’re done talking about you having sex with one of my oldest friends and two of my fighters,” Quinn pleads, and I laugh.

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