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“Lamatti what’s up?” The new guy crossed his arms over his massive chest blocking the doorway. Tati and I were sandwiched between the up and coming New York gangster and the hot athlete.
“Nothing. Just some party games. You in?”
“With these two?” Hot athlete looked us both over.
“I’m gathering more.”
He shrugged and moved out of the way and I let out a breath not seeing a bed. Instead the room was filled with books, a couch, and a blazing fire. The only strange thing was a door made of rough wood and iron so large it went from floor to ceiling where it rounded at the top. It was straight from a medieval castle. And out of place.
I took a seat on the couch. “It’s Le Blanc. The baller I was telling you about,” Tati spoke in a hushed whisper as she sat next to me.
“We need to leave. We’re trapped in here.”
“Nah, he won’t mess up his chances of going pro by doing anything illegal at a party. Just stay close.”
I disagreed. I didn’t trust anyone except Zio and I knew shit was about to go down, but couldn’t say much as the door banged open and a group tumbled in. The air around me changed in an instant.
It was him. He waltzed in with his arms around two giggling blondes with boobs a million times bigger than mine and hair the color of straw. Their makeup was on point and so were their designer clothes. It was so cliché I wanted to hurl. Instead, my fists balled so hard my nails bit into my own skin.
Our eyes met.
My heart beat like a war drum.
His brow lifted sardonically, “Is she the best you could find, Johnny?” Before the beefcake mob bosse’s son could reply, the door banged open again.
Hot damn.
The man who walked in was almost as terrifying as Roque in a completely different way. This guy… was tall, built, lean but with wide shoulders and eyes that matched the warm whiskey Zio likes to nurse on cold nights.
His eyes gleamed with appreciation as they took me and Tati in. His lips curved wickedly as he winked and sauntered closer. He bowed and his long, tan fingers wrapped around my slim wrist as he tugged me forward. “And what could your name possible be besides… perfect?”
Rolling my eyes, I yanked my arm away. “You’ll have to do better than that to impress me,” I drawled, yawning.
Roque and Johnny burst out laughing. Tati leaned forward, “Go for him. That’s Rafael a.k.a Rafe. His dad practically runs Wall Street.”
“Not impressed,” I shrugged.
“Come on, Let’s go. This party is boring as fuck.”
“Oh sweetheart,” the devil grinned. “You’re wrong. It’s just about to get started.”
Startled that Roque actually spoke to me, I popped a shoulder and nonchalantly focused my eyes directly above his head. I felt his powerful gaze on me. He knew there’s something off about me and I could practically see his mind working, trying to figure out what it could be.
“Are we playing or what?” One of the blondes hanging on his arm asked as she trailed her fingers up his chest.
He grabbed her hand sharply, flinging her off. “Oh, I’m playing tonight, baby girl, just not with you. Out.”
She shrunk away as if slapped, “…but—”
“Out. Now.”
Johnny opened the door. She knew better than to talk back and left. I knew we were trapped in a den full of lions and Tati and I were their next meal. I just had to find a way out.
Johnny slid a bolt across the door. Rafe flicked off the lights. Moonlight and the soft glow from a streetlight filtered through the room. It was on. My heart beat in overdrive. My breath became shallow. I was tense and on alert while also fighting some serious hormones waking up to scream at me that these dudes were a trifecta of sex and sin too good to pass on.
“What kind of game is this?” Tati asked trying to sound confident.
One by one the guys moved chairs into a circle. Rafe dropped an empty bottle in the middle of the wood floor pointed to me and said, “Spin.”