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“ Y ou got some kinda death wish?” Ruckus joins me where I’ve come to be alone.

I shrug my shoulders and drink, hoping he’ll get the hint that I’m not looking for company.

“You already pissed the boss off with that Burlusconi shit this morning, and now you're fronting up to his old lady. Dev, I get that you–”

“I didn’t front up to her. You think I’d be sitting here talkin’ to you if I had.

The girl shouldn’t be here, and Peyton is Prez’s old lady; she’s supposed to take control of these kinda things.

” I point out, watching Millie getting more and more comfortable with the girls.

I’ve seen the way they work, their loyalty to each other could rival what us brothers are capable of.

I can’t risk Millie becoming their latest do-good project.

“What kinda thing are ya talkin’ ‘bout? That girl was with your bro for years. He was crazy about her. You wanted him to go out like a Soul today, didn’t ya?”

“Yeah.” I stare back at him defensively.

“Then, this is all part of the process. The club will take care of her.”

“She don’t need the club to take care of her. Look at her.” I shake my head as I watch her flicking through her phone, probably showing the girls photos of her and my brother. Millie will have plenty of memories with Corey she can share, and I’m too fuckin’ selfish to wanna hear any of ‘em.

“Okay, so her daddy’s rich and her momma's good lookin’, but she’s gonna need more than that. She’s gonna need what those girls can give her,” Ruck points out.

“She wasn’t even with Corey, they’d broken up,” I remind him.

“Which is probably making her feel even worse. He told me she still wanted to be friends.”

“Yeah, well, I fucked that up for him, too.” I take another swig from the bottle.

“What?” Ruckus looks confused.

“I went to the girl and forced her to take him back; told her she had to make him choose between her or the club, because I was certain he’d pick her,” I confess. It’s impossible for me to hate myself anymore than I already do, might as well have everyone else hate me too.

“Dev.” Ruckus shakes his head, letting me see his disappointment.

“He chose the club.” I squint my eyes and swallow the lump in my throat. “Him being there at that shipping yard means he chose this life over one with her.” I take my eyes off her so I can look at him. “Don’t you think she deserves better than that?”

“They all deserve better than that, Dev, but look at ‘em, they’re happy. Knowing Corey, he would have been cookin’ up some genius plan to have her and the club.

Just don’t take this out on her. She’s gonna be hurtin’ just like you are.

Try being a little kinder. It’s what Corey would have wanted.

” He taps my shoulder as he gets up and heads over to join Wrath and Raze, and I let all the anger I’m feeling for myself twist in my guts as I continue to watch her.

Corey wouldn’t want me anywhere fuckin’ near her if he knew what thoughts she puts in my head.

The others won’t ever understand it, because I ain’t ever gonna admit it.

Millie can’t be here. She can’t keep looking at me as if I’m some kinda hope, because I ain’t.

I’m not what she needs, and despite what she may think, I’m not what she wants.

I need to make her realize what kind of person I really am.

Her pretty eyes fix on mine again, and when she smiles at me, I keep my face stern and look across to the bar.

“Trin!” I call out, interrupting her from the conversation she’s having with the other whores. She excuses herself, smiling seductively as she walks toward me.

“And what can I do for you?” She rests both her hands on my thighs, leaning over and teasing me with her lips.

“What you do for everyone, get on your fuckin’ knees,” I order her with a snarl and light myself a smoke.

“I thought you’d never ask,” She grins like the cat that's got the cream, immediately setting to work and loosening my belt. Taking my cock outta my jeans, she holds it like a trophy in her hand before lowering her head and sinking her mouth over the top of it. I rest back in my chair and look across the room to Millie, knocking back more Jack from the bottle and dragging on my cigarette. Her pretty green eyes dull, and the smile she had for me drops from her mouth. Trinity’s working my cock like her life depends on it, soaking me in saliva and gagging when she tries to take too much.

I grip the back of her hair and force her to take me deeper, all while my eyes fix on the girl I can’t stop thinkin’ about, hoping that she heeds this warning.

I can’t even pretend that this nasty whore is her.

Trinity’s mouth is far too experienced; she can usually finish a guy off within five minutes, but not today.

I need this to last until Millie gets the message.

Trinity digs her nails into my thighs through my jeans as her head continues bobbing up and down, and when Rocco passes Millie, she stuns him and me when she snatches the bottle of vodka from his hand.

She’s already sunk a few drinks while I’ve been watching her, and she keeps her eyes locked on mine as she pours the vodka into her empty glass and swallows it down fast. She must get a sense of how much it irritates me because she smiles directly at me as she pours herself another.

I remain watching her as she talks with the girls and takes back a few more, still nowhere close to shooting my load, despite all Trinity's efforts. Eventually, Eden notices how much Millie has drunk and tries to politely take the bottle, but the girl protests. Continuing to look at me as if she’s the one giving me the fuckin’ message.

Her eyes are so determined and focused as she necks vodka straight from the bottle, and I wait for Peyton to step in, but it doesn’t fuckin’ happen.

“You trying to give me lock jaw, honey?” Trinity pops me outta her mouth, and I realize how long mine and Millie’s little stare-off has been going on when I look at the clock on the wall and see that it’s past seven pm.

“Just get back to work.” I place my hand on the back of her head and guide her mouth back to my cock, watching Millie’s eyes fall disappointedly back at the table.

I’m hurting her alright, but it gives me no satisfaction.

This is a lesson she has to learn. If she doesn’t wanna see this kinda shit, she should stay the fuck away.

Millie starts to engage more with the girls, but I still catch her looking in my direction, and each time she does, she takes another drink.

I’ve had about enough of playing this stupid fuckin’ game, so I stand up, knocking Trinity back on her ass, and revealing my cock to the whole club before I quickly tuck it back into my jeans.

Millie's eyes are big and round, still staring at my crotch as I march toward her, and I swear the thing could unload just from it having her fuckin’ attention.

“Get up.” I grip her wrist and drag her to her feet.

“Dev, don’t do anything stupi–”

“Relax, I’m just gonna make sure she’s okay.” I turn my head to Eden. “You’ve drunk nearly half a bottle of vodka.” I look back to Millie, feeling frustration burning a hole in me. I shouldn’t be reacting this way. I shouldn’t be reacting at all. Millie’s not my problem.

“I’m fine, you just go back to whatever it was you were doing,” she sniggers, trying to act as if she’s not bothered by it, but I saw the way she watched.

“Millie, pretty soon the effects of what you’ve drunk are gonna kick in,” I warn.

“I don’t care, I’m not going home,” she slurs back at me, and balances her palm on the table when she wobbles on her feet. “Might as well go back to getting your dick sucked. Wouldn’t want you to stop on my account.”

“I’m not takin’ ya home.” I grab both her elbows to steady her. “I’m gonna take you across the yard and getcha a room. Okay?”

“I can run her home,” Alicia offers.

“What do you think her parents are gonna say when they see the state she’s in?” I point out, and Alicia looks at Millie apologetically as she agrees.

“Room 7 is all made up. I helped Polly get some rooms ready this morning,” Lettie tells me.

I nod at her gratefully as she makes her way toward the bar to get me the key, and I start slowly guiding Millie toward the door.

“My legs aren’t working.” She snorts a laugh at me, and when Lettie rushes back toward me to hand over the key, I place it between my teeth, bend my knees, and lift Millie off her feet. She squeals in shock, before wrapping her arms around my neck and smiling at me dreamily.

“You know, you’re really sexy when you're mad,” she whispers in my ear, and I ignore her as I make my way out the door, crossing the yard to the motel.

“Are you mad at me?” Millie laughs some more when I drop her on the mattress and head for the mini fridge. “Come on, you can’t be mad at me. Everyone else was getting drunk,” she tells me as I unscrew the lid and pass her the bottle.

“Finish it,” I order, pacing the floor in front of her and dragging my hands through my hair.

“You think I’m pathetic, don’t you?” she asks between sips. “You think I’m just some stupid kid who doesn’t know the difference between a crush and real feelings.”

“What did I fuckin’ tell you ‘bout mentioning that, again?” I act on impulse, racing back toward her and slamming my palms on the mattress either side of her legs.

Suddenly, I realize I’ve gotten us far too close, our lips are almost touching, and that sweet vanilla scent from her hair is making my dick so fuckin’ hard, it’s straining against my jeans.

“ Fuck !” I yell, tearing myself away from her before I do something stupid. I buried my brother today, all my fuckin’ thoughts should be with him. I shouldn’t be getting all tangled up in this…mess.

“Why would you wanna hurt me like that?” she asks, her eyes filling with tears that look so fuckin’ pretty, I wanna tear out my soul.