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Enola frowned. “I’m not a little girl and my pussy is tighter than these other bitches in here.”
The liquor went down the wrong way as Maverick choked after hearing her retort. He coughed, eyes watering as he fought to clear his airway from the burning booze. “Jesus... Christ,” he said between coughs. He should be used to women saying all kinds of shit to him. Wait, he was. And normally, he’d have her bent over the pool table, his cock balls deep in the pussy she boasted about. But Enola wasn’t fair game.
“Come on, Maverick, I know I’m hot,” Enola said.
Yes, she was. Hotter than Summer afternoons in Texas, but damn, was she trouble. He looked around the club and found her brother. “Bear!” he yelled over the music. He yelled again, finally getting the man’s attention. “Come get your fucking sister.”
“Oh my God, he is not my fucking gatekeeper,” Enola fussed, slapping Maverick’s muscular pec. “Ooohh,” she purred after seeing how well-built the man was.
Bear stormed over to them, grabbing his sister’s arm and dragging her off to have a conversation. Maverick cleared his throat once more as he shook his head.
“Lala trying to get you killed?” Ace teased his little brother as he approached him.
“That girl is relentless,” Maverick said. He turned to face Ahiga, who was passing Ace a cold one. “Another,” he said, tapping the rim of his glass.
“Bear can’t control her,” Ace said, then took a swig.
“Nope. That’s why he’s controlling us,” Maverick joked, then swallowed some of his refreshed drink.
Ace laughed, then gazed out at the crowd mingling, dancing, playing pool, and just having a great time. Sure, as always, there was some fucking going on, just everyone having a great time.
“Oh shit, she better back the fuck off before Gina sees her,” Maverick said as he observed a woman flirting with Shotgun who was shooting a game of pool with Cowboy. The man was on break for the time being before he’d have to get back to his prospect duties.
Ace half scoffed, half snorted. “If she knows what’s good for her, she will keep her hands off another woman’s man.”
Maverick nodded. “The man’s rich and a fucking doctor, you know hang-arounds are gonna try. Not every Lord is loyal to their Old Lady or Boy.” He shrugged. “Is what it is.”
Both brothers watched as Roman “Shotgun” Alexander politely rejected the woman’s advances and tried to walk away, but the chick followed. She rubbed her hand over the leather of his prospect cut and before Shotgun to take action, Gina came up behind the chick, snatching her by the hair.
“What the fuck!” the woman belted out, a snarl of shock on her pretty face.
“Bitch, put your hands on my man one more time and I’ll cut you every which was but loose, do you understand me?” Gina asked the woman’s whose hair she had in an iron grip.
“Yeah… ow! Let me go,” the woman said.
“Ask me nicely,” Gina snapped.
“Please,” she said, her neck and back bent at an odd angle due to Gina’s grip.
Gina shoved the woman away, watching her stumble a little before catching her footing in her six-inch heels. “Take your soggy cunt over to one of these other men.”
The woman smacked her ruby red lips, but didn’t put up any more resistance before walking off toward Bull, who chuckled as she approached him. He held his arm out to her and she sat on his lap.
Maverick watched as Gina kissed her husband and he slapped her ass. He smiled at them and took a swig of his drink.
“That went how I’d expected,” Ace said.
Maverick laughed and chatted with his brother.
“It’s a party!” yelled an exhilarated voice a few minutes later, which caught a lot of people’s attention. Both Ace and Maverick turned to see Richie running through the club naked. The huge smile on his face let them know that he wasn’t all there.
“What the fuck?” Maverick asked with a laugh.
“He must be high as the clouds,” Ace said.
They watched as Richie climbed on top of the pool table and began dancing to the music, his cock hard, balls jiggling.
“Fuck me... I want some diiiiick. Draaaagooon, baby, where aaarrrrre you?” Richie sang along with the rhythm of the music. His eyes were glazed over and unfocused as he danced erratically.
