Page 19 of Forgotten Comeback
Chapter
Eight
Gavin
I’ve already put in an early morning workout to keep Russell off my dick, and yet I find myself hanging around the club.
Taylor’s doing her damndest to ignore me. Why that gets under my skin, fuck if I know.
She’s carrying an armful of clean towels, and one falls out of the stack and tumbles to the floor. A guy grabs it as an excuse to chat her up.
Sipping on my energy drink, I sidle up to them and snatch the towel from the guy. “How’s my girl Mia?” I ask Taylor.
“Mygirl Mia is just fine.” Taylor eyes me with contempt.
“Yeah, she is,” I murmur, for no other reason than to get under this woman’s skin.
“Excuse me,” the guy mutters, walking off.
“Don’t you have somewhere else you need to be?” Taylor says, judgment dripping from her words.
“Interesting that you’re trying to run me off. You seemed to enjoy my company the other night.”
“Don’t flatter yourself,” Taylor says dismissively. “I was there for one reason and one reason only, and guess what? It wasn’t you.”
“Huh.”
“What?” Taylor says with a sigh.
“Oh, just that Mia’snotthe one reason and one reason only you squirted across the room.” I goad her.
Her neck splotches with color as she says cooly, “Bye, little fuckboy.” She takes off, and while I’d love to follow her and poke her some more, my phone buzzes.
Fishing it from my pocket, I scan the message from Inferno.
You’re bartending tonight’s poker party at Ace’s.
My thumbs angrily fly over my phone.
Why does everyone act like I’m incompetent?
I’m simply reminding you. I’ll be overseeing the rave, and I need you and Russell to run things at Ace’s.
As I’m about to type something snippety, another message comes through from John.
Meet me at my place ASAP. Emergency.
On my way now.
Incompetent, and yet I’m a trained lap dog. Getting sick of both my brothers’ bullshit.
I’m in a right foul mood by the time I get to John’s place and park next to the creeper van. I fall into the front seat, and he eyes me. “What’s with you?”
“Nothing. What’s the emergency?”
“We’re going to Newark.”
“Why?” I ask.
