Page 21 of G.O.D.S Omnibus

Looking to my left, I spot Danika waving a bottle of tequila in the air.

“Jolie, get your ass over here.”

I laugh and head towards her and Joshua, the poor guy still looking lost by her side.

Danika instructs me to remove my dress and lie back on the table. She lifts the tequila bottle and pours it into my belly button until it overflows, holds out a lime to wedge between my teeth, then starts shaking salt everywhere.

“Looks like we meet again,” Mr Preppy says.

With a few drinks under my belt—because the only way to keep a damn buzz is to keep drinking—he doesn’t look so bad.

Danika shouts “go,” prompting Mr Preppy to lick some salt from between my breasts and suck the liquid from my navel. A tingle sends a shiver over my body as his mouth goes to take the lime, his lips lingering on mine a few seconds longer than necessary. Long enough to hear a bottle smash. I open my eyes and see Laughn has moved closer, murder in his eyes.

Danika looks up at him and down at the bottle she just dropped. “Oops,” she squeaks, a blush covering her skin.

She scurries back a few steps, joining Joshua and Sinclair. Jimmie is even looking on from behind them—no one is game to move.

“Get up,” Boston demands, coming to stand beside Laughn.

I sit up, sliding my body from the table. The other Gods have now joined us, besides Marlow, who remains oblivious to the drama.

“Don’t start with this whole ‘you represent my family’ bullshit. I don’t care,” I state, my hands resting on my hips. I can feel Case staring at my body, but I ignore him.

“Baby,” Laughn starts, but I cut him off.

“Don’t ‘baby’ me! I was having fun. I’m sorry if that pisses you off, but I haven’t had fun in a long-ass time and then you come and ruin it.”

“You call his lips on yours fun?” Davis asks. It doesn’t sound like he’s being sarcastic; it comes across as a genuine question.

“Maybe I do, and if you don’t let me have fun with my friends, then I might just decide to stick his dick near these lips and see how you feel about that.”

I have zero intention of sleeping with that guy—well, unless these dickheads piss me off enough that I do it out of spite—because I’m supposed to be seducing them. After all, I have a bet to win.

“Like fuck you will,” Laughn seethes. “Unless you want to be responsible for his death.”

Laughn reaches out to grab me, but I duck, moving in closer to him. Once I’m in position, I jump up, poke him in the eye, kick him in the groin, then turn and run.

“Run, run as fast as you can,” he yells.

Dread washes over me; it can’t be a coincidence. I’m positive it was them who kidnapped me and chased me through thedamn bush—but why? Not only does this bet help me get laid, but it might also lead me to the answers to my questions.

“I ain’t no fucking gingerbread man,” I call out. Just so they know I remember what I said that night, if itwasthem who chased me. I plan to do whatever it takes to bring them all to their knees, then I will get answers.

I run as quickly as my legs will take me around the side of the house. A large arm grabs me and covers my mouth before I have a chance to scream.

“It’s just me. Don’t scream, I will help you.” I nod and he lets go. I turn to face Marlow, and while it’s super dark, I can still make out his large frame. “Come, we can hide out.”

He leads me to a side entrance of the house, mumbling something about servants and a laundry room that leads to the roof.

After a quick dash up a couple flights of stairs, Marlow opens up a door and I hurry through, gasping at the sight; the roof is like a mini garden. “This is so nice!”

“Yeah, Petra likes to grow her own herbs and shit. I come up here to escape,” he says, pulling over a couple of chairs.

I take a seat beside him and look up at the stars. “He’s going to find me, isn’t he?”

“Laughn is relentless. If he wants to find you, then you will be found,” he says, lighting up a joint and inhaling. He then holds it towards me.

“Don’t waste it. I don’t stay buzzed long enough to blow it on me.”

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