“Just go and get your girl already.”
A growl rumbled up my throat and I spun to storm the rest of the way down the hallway, unfortunately, with Keg on my heels the whole way.
“She ain’t my girl.”
My younger club brother scoffed. “You can lie to yourself all you want, brother. The rest of us see the way you two look at each other. Tell me, have you noticed how she’s always available when you go looking?”
“She’s a club whore, Keg. It’s kinda her job to always be fucking available.”
And didn’t that very thought set my teeth on edge. Dammit.
“And that look on your face right now, would be the reason why the prettiest girl in that room is the one used the least.”
Clenching the hand not holding my beer into a fist I spun on my brother. “You got no fucking idea what you’re talking about.”
He shook his head with a sad expression. “Whatever, Tiny. Your loss. Because with the amount of Cowboys here tonight, she won’t be left alone for long. Your choice whether you fucking man up and get to her first or not. Despite the rule against it, you wouldn’t be the first Charon to pick his old lady from the club whores, you know?”.
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