Page 38 of War's Witch
I shake my head, laughing at my close friend. Lucas is a lover, not a fighter. He will step up if needed but he will go to great lengths to smother out any hostility around him. He looks like he walked off of a fashion runway. With his perfectly smart hair and handsome face.
Some people refuse to get tattooed by him because he has zero tattoos, but he is one of the best in Arizona, so it is their loss.
“Oh, Lucas, never change.” He winks.
“Hey, I cannot have anyone messing up this pretty face.” His finger circles his face, as he wiggles his eyebrows. “It is my moneymaker.”
“Yeah, you bring in all the really fucking young jailbait chicks and the old chicks who want to fuck a wanna-be-tattooed bad boy.” Victor laughs.
“Hey, I am a badass.” Lucas pouts in the cutest way, making me laugh harder.
I love these two; they are brothers to me, as I only have one sibling and he is off gallivanting around the US on his Harley.
Thinking about my brother makes me think of War, and my mood takes a dive.
We are close but he likes to travel, never happy staying in one place. He has always been the same, since he turned eighteen and he took off. I was an oops baby as they say.
My brother was fourteen when I was born, and he pretty much raised me. When he turned eighteen, he planned on leaving, so he packed up everything he could fit into his shitty truck, and he dropped me off at our Aunt Amy’s house when I was four.
She treated me like I was hers, since she could not have kids of her own. I had a great childhood thanks to Aunt Amy and Christian sacrificing his needs to make mine better.
“Back to interfering in Cleo’s love life. Did he say anything at all like he was only in it for a good time? Men are dicks, you know.” Victor winks.
“Nothing. We had a good time. I thought we had climbed a hurdle, ya know? It fucking broke down some of my walls, but now they are firmly in place again.”
“That was a dick move on his part. I am definitely texting Savage.”
“And Target.” I giggle.
“Oh yeah, we cannot forget your favorite biker.” Lucas winks.
“Nope.” I giggle, popping the ‘p.’
We drink and talk, and it is like everything was before the Halloween party in Vegas. This is what I love: being carefree, not having anyone to rely on me, or demanding where I am all the time.
I can do and be what I want.
No man blowing up my phone asking where I am, or who Iam with. And definitely no one telling me what I can and cannot eat.
Pato was controlling. He ruled my life from the simplest of things to the ones that changed my life.
Now I am up from under his thumb and finally being the Cleo I want to be.
Seeing clients all day makes you see things from so many perspectives. It shows that we are not all alike and we should not force our views on anyone.
“Enough about my messed-up love life.” I look at Lucas, setting my elbows on the table and my chin in my palm, giving him the sweetest look I can muster.
“So, who was Miss Big-Pussy-Lips? Did she rock your world like she said she would?” I wiggle my eyebrows at him, and he smirks.
“A gentleman never kisses and tells,” he huffs, and both Victor and I bellow out laughter.
“Bullshit, my friend. You tell us all the dirty shit that you do. Fuck, we all share.”
I nod at Lucas. “He is right. So spill.” I look at Victor. “Do not think that you are off the hook, mister. You took that chick home the other night, the one with the crazy eyes.”
Lucas downs the rest of his beer, then tells us the story.
“Oh, fuck, did she ever. My cock ached by the time I left her place. She fucked me senseless and damn, that woman can suck a cock like a pro and as for her pussy…” He licks his lips. “Big, fat, and juicy— man, she has ruined me going down on any woman after her.”
