Page 45

“Yeah, for both of you.” Prez smirks, our eyes all snapping to Lore when he walks in. He’s wearing his cut with nothing underneath and has a bottle of whiskey in his hands.

“I’m ready to party!” He cheers, glancing around the still-empty bar. “Where the fuck is everyone?”

“Looks like you’ve already had a party,” I muse, seeing the red lipstick on his neck.

Lore stands in front of us and nods. “Yeah, without you on the market, someone has to fuck all the women in town. Have to say, even I can’t keep up with what you used to do.”

My lip twitches. “I heard what you said to Luella. I’m glad someone is on my side.”

Lore shrugs, absently rubbing his chest. “You’re good together. And I meant what I said. Never seen you this happy.”

“Never been this happy,” I admit, putting my empty bottle on the counter. I go to order another one and realize the twins are fucking the bar staff. “Guess I’ll have to get my own fucking drink.”

Prez pulls out his phone and sends off a text. “I’ll get Romeo behind the bar. Patch can man the gates.”

It only takes a few minutes for Romeo to arrive. Even I have to admit, he’s one good-looking motherfucker. He’s twenty-five, and I’m sure he doesn’t have to do anything to get pussy because the pussy chases him. I know some clubs don’t allow the prospects to fuck the club girls, but we let them as long as they are doing everything they’re meant to.

Club first, pussy second.

Romeo slides behind the bar, his one brown eye and one light-blue eye taking everyone in.

“I’ll have another beer, prospect.”

He nods and slides me one, then stands with his feet braced, arms crossed, like a bodyguard. All I know about him is that he’s ex-military, like a few of the brothers here, and gives off vibes like he’d kill you first and ask questions later, only softened by his pretty-boy face.

Luella and Ora walk in, hand in hand, laughing at something. Luella looks fucking hot, wearing a short black dress that slides off her shoulders and sexy heels with studs on them. Her lips are red, and I can’t wait to see them around my cock later tonight. Both women’s gazes stop on Romeo before anyone else, and I don’t miss the fact that Luella does a double take.

“Oh, fuck,” she says to Ora.

“What?” Ora asks, but Luella doesn’t reply. Instead, her eyes are darting between Romeo and me.

She comes over to me, and I give her a quick kiss. “Have you met one of our new prospects? That’s Romeo. Romeo, this is Lu.”

Romeo dips his chin.

Luella’s eyes widen.

“Nice to see you.” She smiles at him, then turns to me, her eyes going comically wide.

“What?” I ask, pulling her onto my lap and keeping her there. When she looks over at Romeo again, I grip her chin and whisper into her ear, “Keep those eyes off him, baby. Remember who you belong to.”

“Haze—”

“Now tell me what.”

“Not here,” she whispers, and I shake my head.

“Yes, here, tell me now. Are you okay?” I ask, my brow furrowing.

If anyone is making her feel uncomfortable or anything, I’m going to end them.

“I know Romeo,” she mutters, and my hold on her hip tightens.

“What?” I growl. And then it hits me that she said ‘nice to see you,’ not ‘nice to meet you.’ “How?”

“We used to date,” she admits, worrying her bottom lip. “It was a few years back. I had no idea he was prospecting. Haze, it’s in the past?—”

I know it’s not fair, but I see red.