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''Bitches,'' I hear Tequila mutter as she takes a shot of whiskey. ''Here,'' she pours another shot and slides it in front of me. ''Down this, then go handle that shit,'' she nods over her shoulder at the woman who I have been watching for the last ten minutes.

''This is Cain's place of business. I can't just go over there and start shit with a customer.''

''Customer my ass, girl. Take a look around. You see that table over there?'' Tequila points to a table where four other women are sitting, all with their attention on Cain.

''Those bitches are just waiting their turn. As soon as the blonde strikes out, the next skank will make their move. That's how it's always been here.''

My stomach knots. ''I know Cain used to be a manwhore. I didn't expect to have it thrown in my face.''

''Yeah. And that sucks. But my question is, what the hell are you going to do about it?''

I think about Tequila's question a second. When I look over her shoulder again to see the blonde reach across the bar and run her hand down Cain's arm, I lose it. Standing from my stool, I pick up the shot of whiskey and down it. ''I'm going to show these bitches my man is claimed.''

''Fuck yeah, you are.'' Tequila stands with me. ''And I'm going to watch.''

With my blood boiling, I sidle up on the stool next to the blonde. I don't miss the amused look Cain gives me, one that says he knows what I'm about to do.

''You can go now,'' I tell the woman.

The bitch takes her eyes off Cain and looks at me. ''Excuse me?''

Tequila, who has taken the stool on the other side of the blonde, decides to have my back. ''My girl didn't stutter.''

The woman looks at Tequila then dismisses her by flicking her hair over her shoulder then sneers at me. ''What's it to you where I sit?''

''This is what it is to me.'' I twist in the stool and look at Cain who's amused gaze has suddenly turned heated. I lick my lips and lean over the bar. ''Honey.''

''Yeah, Sugar.'' Cain spreads his arm out while bracing his palms on top of the bar.

I reach over and fist his shirt. ''Come here.'' Cain meets me halfway as I thread my fingers in his hair then proceed to show every single bitch in Twisted Throttle who he belongs to by sticking my tongue in his mouth.

''Hell, yeah! Now that's how you claim your man, girl!'' Tequila shouts the same time the entire bar breaks out into cheers. By the time I pull away from Cain, the blonde is no longer sitting beside me.

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