Page 79 of Heat & Deceit
I roll my head to the side and give a lazy grin. “Suppressants.”
“Oh, yeah?”
“Yeah. Do you have any?”
He licks his lips and glances around before leaning in close. “They’re in my car.”
Like hell they are.
“Cool. I’ll wait here.”
Shaking his head, he grabs my hand. “Come with me.”
“Don’t,” I warn, wrenching out of his grasp. “You either have them or you don’t.”
He gives me a dirty look. “Bitch.”
“Great. Have a good night.” I pivot and drift through the club. There will be another dealer somewhere in here. This club is two stories. My feet are hurting, but I make the heels work.
There are a couple of wannabe dealers on the first floor, but the only genuine article is the asshole who tried to take me to his car. Sighing, I head up to the second floor and immediately spot a group of betas sitting around a low table, legs spread wide while they watch the dancers. I grab a water from the bar and study them. Every so often, someone drifts over, and a quick and easy exchange happens. It’s a lot more obvious than the guy downstairs, but the bartender and bouncer both look the other way.
I take a big drink and set my water aside. Adjusting my dress to show the maximum amount of boobage, I strut over, letting my hips swing how I used to at the strip club. It’s not natural, but it gets a lot of attention, and sure enough, the betas’ gazes drift over me. One guy shifts forward when I stop in front of them, kicking one leg out to the side and popping a hip.
He nods at me. “Sup?”
“I need some heat suppressants.”
Sliding his attention around his group, he sits back and considers me. “They aren’t cheap.”
“They never are,” I say. “How much?”
“Eighty.”
“How many?”
“Twenty.”
Fuck. That’s way more than Rome charged.
I scoff. “You’re joking.”
He doesn’t laugh. None of them do. They simply stare at me, unmoving. They’re not going to budge on the price. Even though I have the money, twenty pills won’t get me far. But maybe it’ll be enough until the Hounds can get me more at a better price.
I bet if Kiki and her guys were here, they wouldn’t be jacking the price like this.
But I’m alone. No support. Only pure desperation. The ring leader smirks, as if sensing blood in the water. I pinch my eyes shut for a second, then harden my features.
“Fine.” I glare at the guy. “Eighty for twenty.”
He pats his thigh.
It’s a gesture I’ve seen often, but always in a different context. I stiffen and shake my head. “No.”
“Do you want the pills or not?”
I curl my fingers into fists. “Yes.”
With slow, exaggerated movements, he pats his thigh again. “Bring that sexy ass over here, then.”
