I’m gonna hit him. Oscar that is, not Chance. Hit Chance, it’s the last thing you do, and evenI’dgive it a second, third, and fourth thought.
Something about the girl has my brain going haywire. For one thing, she doesn’t belong here. Not dressed for it. Everything about her just says she’s not the type to come here, and not just because she’s fighting Oscar.
I reach them in a few strides. Oscar doesn’t even notice me. I grab his wrist andsqueeze—he drops the honey and his angry eyes hit mine. I plant my palm in his chest and shove. Just a little thing, a baby tap, but he goes flying.
“Thefuck, Rev?” he snaps. “Pushme, motherfucker? Come on!” He steps toward me, fists lifting, ready to tango.
I get in his face, hands at my sides. Fury snaps in my eyes—I feel it. “Try somethin’, Wendell. Beggin’ you, fuckin’trysomethin’.”
He realizes who the fuck he’s talking to, and fear sparks in his eyes. He backs down. “I was just…messing with her.”
“What are the rules, Wendell?” I growl.
“Fuck off. I know the rules. I wasn’t doing anything.” Funny how he sounds like he’s whining.
Some god he is.
I put my nose to his, let him feel me seething. “Rules.”
“No fighting,” he mumbles.
“And?”
“No means no.”
“Hey, girl.” I twist, find the honey with my eyes. “You say no, in any way, shape, or form?”
She blinks at me—bleary-eyed, wasted. “Whaa…?”
“Did—you—say—no?” I bite out.
“Y-yes. He—he wouldn’t let me go. I don’ wanna be here.”
I turn back on him. “You brought her in here against her will?”
“No!”
“Wendell, I fuckin’ swear, you keep your filthy hands to yourself, or I’ll break ‘em off and shove ‘em up your pansy ass. Hear me?”
“Yeah, I hear.” He looks a little green around the gills.
I grab him by the neck and shove him deeper into Hel. “Find one of the girls whowantsto deal with your shit.”
His posse moves past me after their little master; I see Jen scurry out of a doorway and curl up against Oscar—she’s a favorite and doesn’t mind the nasty shit that twisted rat likes to do.
He’s off, eager to get Jen into a room so he can perpetrate his filth.
I look back to figure out what to do with the girl. She’s swaying on her feet, staring up at me, eyes crossing and uncrossing.
“You’rehuge.” Her words are badly slurred, but her voice contains a note of awe.
Doesn’t faze me—I’ve heard it all before. I know what I look like.
What does faze me isher.
Huge crystal blue eyes, a smattering of freckles across the bridge of her nose and on her cheeks. Creamy skin tanned golden. Plump tits her loose, gauzy shirt can’t even start to contain. Thighs I’m already dying to have wrapped around my face. Soft, wet, red lips I can almost feel sliding down my cock.
“You good?” I murmur to her.
