Arranged love

I feel myself start to relax as “Pour It Up” by Rihanna begins to play in the large room. Her white top is over by the small stage to the right. She dances before me in nothing but her thong and heels.

She stands and bends over, placing her face in my neck. My right hand goes to her bare ass while my other holds my cold glass on the armrest. She still tastes like my drink the bastard threw at her. She didn’t even bother to take the time to wipe it off. I don’t mind.

She’s yanked from me. “Hey,” she snaps, turning to face the man who interrupted us. Then her voice changes to interested. “I didn’t know your friend was going to join us.”

I look up, ready to beat the shit out of her ex but look into a set of dark blue eyes that match mine. It’s my brother. They fucking called him to come and get me because I made a scene. It wouldn’t have taken him long to get here. Kingdom-the hotel and casino we own-is just down the street.

“Let’s go, Grave.” He ignores her.

I run my eyes over her ass before I down what’s left of the drink I took from the bar. Then I look up at him. “What’s the rush, Bones? Stay. Play a little.”

The man needs to let loose. He’s too uptight. You would think for as much pussy as he gets, he’d be a friendlier guy. But nope.

He growls. “Grave.”

I laugh, sinking farther into the chair. I run my hand over my T-shirt and grab my dick over my jeans. “If you don’t wanna join, then pull up a chair. You can watch.” I don’t mind an audience.

He reaches down, grabs my arm, and yanks me to a standing position. “We’re leaving,” he orders, giving me no room to argue as he begins to drag my drunk ass out of the room. “Where is Cross?”

“He found a girl he liked and offered her some cash. They left.” I overheard him telling Mandi that he wanted to take her home. Cross doesn’t mind the private rooms, but he’s always willing to pay extra for them to leave with him.

We make our way to the entrance, and I see his blacked-out Lamborghini Reventon still running at the curb.

“I don’t know …” a kid dressed in his tux says, sounding stressed. He works the valet. This place is as high priced as a strip club can get. “He just parked here and got out.” He’s gesturing to my brother’s car.

“I’m leaving,” Bones informs them.

“That’s him.” The kid turns and points at my brother.

The older man looks at us. “Bones. I apologize.” He nods. “Have a nice night, sir.”

I snort. My brother owns the place. He doesn’t know that I know, but I do. He went in half with one of our best friends Luca Bianchi-he runs the Las Vegas Mafia. We’ve got ties all over Sin City. If you want to be untouchable, it takes an army, and we’ve built one that is indestructible.

“You as well,” he says before we get into the car, and he pulls out of the parking lot.

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“What are you doing?” he asks with a sigh.

I pull my cell out of my pocket. “Gonna get fucked.” I unlock it. “This hard dick isn’t gonna suck itself. And you interrupted my plan for the night. I’m messaging Lucy.” She never lets me down.

“When are you gonna shit or get off the pot?”

I snort at that. “I don’t love Lucy. It’s just sex.” I start typing, but my phone begins to ring. Cross lights up the screen, and I answer it. “Hello?”

“Hey, there’s a party going on tonight. Mandi and I are headed there now. Want me to come back and get you?” he asks. I can hear bitches screaming in the background over the music.

“Nah,” I say. I’m not in the mood to chase down pussy. I want it to come to me.

“Okay, I’ll see you in the morning.” He hangs up, and I do the same. I go back to texting Lucy.

Me: You free?

My eyes start to get heavy. That pill I took earlier is starting to kick in.

Lucy: when and where?