Page 115 of Kings & Carnage

"Sounds like you've been here before." I tried to keep the note of jealousy out of my voice but apparently I didn't succeed.

"Jealous, Jezebel?" he asked, meeting my gaze in the rearview mirror.

"I withdraw the question," I said, both because I didn't want to answer and because now I wasn't sure I wanted to know either.

He chuckled.

Dammit. I couldn't get anything past these boys.

Oscar opened his door. "Come on, tiger. I'll help you with your wings.”

Five minutes later we were making our way up the creaking porch steps and through an open door.

We stepped into a large main room, lamps with red bulbs glowing from an assortment of mismatched furniture. A large St. Andrew’s cross rose almost to the high ceiling at the center of a room, a masked brunette strapped to its surface, a man kneeling between her thighs, eating her pussy as she moaned. There was a line behind her, men and women, waiting to take a turn as another man played with her tits.

I was shocked, but I had to be honest, I was turned on too.

Couples and groups, some in scantily crafted costumes and some ass-naked, congregated on the sofas and chairs, some of them just talking while others were making out or fucking like there weren't a bunch of strangers passing through.

"Drinks?" Oscar asked.

"Not for us," Neo said. "Looks like Laszlo is occupied.”

I followed his gaze to where an older man with a hairy barrel chest over tiny Speedo-like underwear was getting a blow job from a redhead covered in tattoos.

"That's Laszlo?" I asked.

"That's Laszlo," Oscar said.

"Don't look so surprised, kitten," Rock said. "Who were you expecting, Timothée Chalamet?”

I didn't answer because my entire time at Aventine had been one big fuck-you to my expectations.

Why should it change now?

"Stay with Willa," Neo said to Oscar. "No matter fucking what.”

"Like I'd let her out of my sight at St. Andrew’s," Oscar said.

I knew they were edgy about having me here because the possibility of leaving me home had come up more than once in the past week, but in the end the Kings had decided I was safest with them, and whether it was true or not, it felt true, and that was all that mattered to me.

"Keep your eyes on Nagy at all times," Neo said. "Text us if he heads for the stairs.”

Apparently Nagy’s office was on the second floor, and the plan was for Neo and Rock to scope them out while Oscar and I kept our eyes on Laszlo.

"What about them?” Oscar asked, tipping his head at one of the men in dark suits that stood at the edge of the crowd.

There were two of them in the main room, clearly bouncers, but I had to assume there were others.

"Same thing," Neo said. "We'll make sure we're clear upstairs. You let us know if trouble is incoming.”

"Roger that," Oscar said. He grinned. "I'm sure Willa and I will be entertained in the meantime.”

Neo looked down at me and hesitated, like he had something else to say.

"See you on the flip side, Jezebel," he finally said.

"Don't do anything we wouldn't do," Rock said. "And by that I mean don't do anything until we come back.”

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