Page 51 of Endgame

Three pairs of curious eyes landed on my face.

“Well…shit,” the tall blonde one said with a grin that matched Daryl’s. Pretty brown eyes stared down at me. “No wonder Rourke’s pissed.”

“Excuse me?” I folded my arms across my chest and glared up at who had to be the third most beautiful man I’d ever seen in real life. First place, I regretfully had to give to Rourke. Second went to Daryl the huge, mofo quarterback. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Ignore Mason, sweetheart,” another guy offered. This one was seriously tanned, with jet black hair curling around the nape of his neck, sparkling greenish/brown eyes, and seriouslybuilt. “Mase has no manners,” he added in a thick Southern drawl. Taking ahold of my hand, he raised it to his mouth and pressed a kiss to the back of it. “The name’s Reebo. Reebo Rose.”

“Good to know,” I replied as I pulled my hand out of his.

“This is Bear,” Daryl announced, inclining his head to the other guy; the quiet one who seemed to be observing the whole situation.

“Hey,” he acknowledged, tipping his beer towards me.

I was sure this one was of Hispanic origin with a sexy tan and that dark smoldering look going on. What the hell did they feed the boys around here, because it sure as hell wasn’t the same shit as where I’d come from.

Goddamn.

“So you’re the famous Six?” The blonde asked, Mason I think they said his name was. “Damn,” he muttered before taking a swig from his beer bottle. “Bad hand of cards.

Six?Seriously? I wasn’t having this. “I resent that name,” I shot back with a hard bite to my voice.

Mason’s brows rose in surprise. “Sorry. It’s just…

“Yeah, I got it,” I interrupted, knowing full well who was to blame for the ridiculous nickname. “I still don’t like it. So, if you’re speaking to me, call me by my real name. Got it? Thanks.”

“You’ve got spunk, girl,” he shot back with a look of admiration in his eyes.

“She’s not for you, Mase,” Daryl was quick to point out. “Don’t even think about it, Bro.”

“And why’s that?” Mase shot back with a smirk. “Thinking of tryna steal her away for yourself, King?”

“I wouldn’t dare,” Daryl replied with a knowing smile. “I’m not that fucking stupid.”

“Beer?” Reebo offered then, thrusting a bottle into my hands. “Drink up, gorgeous,” he added, cracking the cap off for me.

“Uh…thanks.” I was actually sort of glad. I was out of my depth with these boys. Placing the bottle to my lips, I drink deeply, enjoying the buzz I felt every time I swallowed another mouthful. The moment I was finished, I was handed another by Reebo. “Thanks,” I said with a genuine smile. I had a feeling I was going to like this one. He was big and strong and fed me alcohol. He also reminded me of a gigantic teddy bear – a really sexy one. What could be better?

“So where is your stepbrother?” Mason asked with a teasing hint in his tone.

“In his room,” I muttered before taking another sip. “Or so Iheard.” I forced back a shudder at the memory.

“He’s banging someone?” Mason looked surprised. “Damn. Didn’t know Britt was invited.”

“Yeah,” Bear added, speaking for the first time, brows furrowed. “Saw her come in earlier. Didn’t release he was messing around with her again.”

“Bad fucking move,” Mase muttered solemnly. “Bad fucking pussy.”

I will not ask. I will not ask. I will not…“Who’s Britt?”Dammit!I already knew the answer to this – Britt was a bitch – but I wanted to know more. No, Ineededto.

Reebo was the one to answer my question. “She’s bad news, baby girl, and real bad fucking news for your stepbrother.”

I opened my mouth to askwhy, but the sound of Rourke’s voice behind me caused me to quickly close it again.

“What’sshedoing here?” He was close to me – so close I could feel him brush against my back. “Daryl?”

“What does it look like I’m doing?” Forcing myself not to shiver at the contact, I turned around. “I’m talking to your friends.” My grin widened. “Lovelyguys.”

Rourke narrowed his eyes. “What game are you playing, Six?”

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