Page 289 of Blackwood

Laughter rolls through the Catacombs like a damn wave.

Cade bumps my arm and mutters, “Relax, big guy. She’s just getting her power back.”

And he’s right. Because even though my fists are clenched, and even though I’m two seconds from throwing Rez through the wall, Bella’s not breaking. She’s playing. She’s in control.

“Hot in Herre” by Nelly starts playing.

I groan. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

Cade grabs my arm, firm. “Relax,” he says, not even looking at me. His eyes are glued to the stage like the rest of the damn world.

The girls reach for their hips. RIIIIIP. The leather pants come off in one fluid motion. Velcro.Fucking Rico and his custom designs. Underneath? Tiny. Tight.Black leather shorts that look like they were painted on.

The Kings’ eyes go wide. Rez’s jaw drops. Chase mutters something under his breath and DeShawn just starts praying.

I feel the heat spike in my chest.Mine.

They strut forward in sync, circling the chairs like predators, each movement sharper than the last. Teasing. Tempting. Deadly.They’re not sitting yet, just dancing around the guys, hips swaying, and eyes locked.

They finally drop and sink onto the Kings’ laps with the kind of confidence that could ruin lives. The guys lean back like gods getting worshiped. Every single one of them cocky, wild-eyed, grinning like devils, and probably hard as fuck in those chairs.

Knox’s voice cuts back over the mic, still laughing. “Jesus Christ, Rico, how the hell did you even design those pants? Velcro?! You sick genius. Give it up one more time for The Trifecta and their Kings!”

The crowd roars.

“And now…” Knox drags the pause for drama. “Let’s open this floor up, baby. I want bodies grinding, sweat flying, and memories y’all regret in the morning!”

The music shifts to something dirty and thumping. Rez is the first to stand, yanking Bella up with him as the crowd floods the floor. She laughs, hair flying as he spins her. Rez wraps an arm around Bella’s waist. His hands are low and their bodies are pressed chest to chest. Their hips are moving like the beat’s wired deep into their bones.

Nope.

I move. I don’t storm in. I don’t need to. I just appear,sliding up behind her like smoke and shadow, tugging her out of Rez’s arms with one hand around her hip.

Mine.

Rez grins. “Damn, B,” he says, backing off with hands up. “Didn’t know your man had a sixth sense for jealousy.”

“Please. He’s got a radar locked on my ass 24/7.”

Chase winks at Cade. “Better keep up, pretty boy.”

Cade just shrugs, stepping in on her other side, pulling her close from the front. And just like that we’re back. Me and Cade,her shadows,her gravity. One behind and one in front. Our hands on her hips, her shoulders, her thighs.

She leans her head back into my chest, arms lifted, lips parted.

I lean down, mouth at her ear. “Gonna get you home and fuck the shit out of every inch of you, malyshka”

She laughs, gasps,really. I bite down on her collarbone, just enough to leave a mark. Cade’s hands slide lower, guiding her hips against his. I match the rhythm from behind—slow, filthy, fucking perfect.

She turns between us.

Our girl.

Our chaos.

Ours.

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