Page 60 of Raine
He doesn’t give me a chance to reply because the line goes dead. I let out a laugh and face the girls. “He’s watching already. Let’s go.”
The three of us place our masks on and walk up the stairs that lead to the stage. When we hear the announcer call mine and Starr’s names, we rush out onto the stage hand in hand.
The curtain opens, the lights dimmed, the club unnaturally quiet and still until the lights brighten and the song starts. Starr and I start dancing, swinging our hips, dipping low, and basically looking like we are fucking on stage.
The crowd is hollering, whistling, and screaming out crude words, but it only spurs me on, much like the coke in my system.
We’re approaching halfway through the song, and my eyes flicker up to our meeting room and bar upstairs, seeing Justyce and Acheron watching us. I smirk at them, tipping the invisible hat on my head and I catch the slight tilt of Justyce’s head as Kenzi rushes out onto the stage, and Starr and I part like the Red Sea.
I glance up again, only to see Acheron with a smirk on his handsome face and shaking his head at us. We are in so much trouble.
I focus back on our routine, putting the men to the back of my mind while Kenzi is front and center, swinging her ass and dancing like she’s riding a fucking pole.
If the crowd was loud before, they’re now deafening watching the three of us. We move in closer, throwing Kenzi into the air as she does a routine fit for a cheerleading competition.
When we place her back down, we move away, knowing it’s coming to the end of the routine and song. She spins around, jumping in the air, before landing in the splits.
Starr and I move in, kneeling down, our hands all over Kenzi as the curtain closes and the crowd loses their absolute shit.
We’re puffing and panting, laughing through the exertion, before we hear Justyce screaming. “Kenzi! Raine! Get your fucking asses in here this fucking instant!”
Immediately, we stop laughing and look at each other before bursting into a fit of laughter again. Starr shakes her head, a smile lifting her pretty features.
“You ladies are in so much shit.”
“Yeah, but it was so fucking worth it,” Kenzi sasses as she gets up, pulling me with her. “Let’s go see big, bad Justyce.”
“I’ll leave you two to it; I’m out.” Starr jests, giving us the sign Katniss Everdeen does on the Hunger Games.
We snicker at her and head toward the door that leads to the dressing room, figuring that’s where he called us from. He’s standing at the bottom of the stairs in a pair of black slacks and a long-sleeved black shirt rolled up to the elbows, arms crossed firmly across his chest, and a scowl on his face.
I bring my hand up to keep my laugh in, but I fail miserably. His onyx eyes snap to mine, and I bite into my bottom lip to stop any more laughter from spilling out.
Kenzi saunters toward him, her hips moving from side to side, until she’s standing in front of him. His eyes move to her, softening slightly before hardening again.
“What the fuck was that?” he growls, and I can see his hands shaking as he fights to keep them wrapped around his forearms over his chest and not around her neck.
“That, baby, was dancing.”
“You know what I mean,” he growls.
She tilts her head to the side, her index finger tapping at her chin. “Do I?”
“Kenzi.”
“Justyce.”
“Get some fucking clothes on; we will finish this at home.”
She goes to speak, but he places his hand over her mouth, leaning in close so their noses are touching. “Dark One, you are stomping down on my last nerve, and I’m barely hanging on to the fraying thread I’m latched onto. Get fucking dressed before I haul you over my shoulder and march you through the club as you are.”
She goes deathly still, but I see how she crosses her legs at the ankle, the only sign that she’s considering it and she’s turned on by his alpha pull.
Justyce releases her mouth, and she reaches up on her tippy toes to place a kiss on his cheek. “Yes, Sir.”
He shakes his head, a small smirk on his face, but it’s gone as soon as they land on me.
“You.”
