Page 81 of Queen Of Clubs
“Ghost tour stuff.” Griffin shrugs, sitting down on the couch.
“That sounds fun.” She licks her lips and looks around at the guys once more, putting a smile on her face. “I’ve always wanted to do something like that.”
Is she for real? Is she fishing for an invitation? Because maybe I’d be nice enough to offer her one if, you know, it wasn’t for the fact she’s been nothing but a bitch to me and clearly hates me.
I don’t want to go out and have to worry about her being there, ruining the fun. But I keep my mouth shut because this is the guys’ manager and they can make the choice for themselves. I will just have to deal with it.
“Ah, maybe another time, Gigi.” Griffin gives her an awkward smile. “We want to take Jade out, spend time as a pack, you know? Jade’s never been out of Vegas before, so we want to make this tour the best vacation she’s ever been on.”
“Oh.” She nods, huffing out a fake laugh. “Totally get that.” She looks to me. “Have fun,” she forces out before turning around and leaving.
I’m part relieved they said no and part pissed that Griffin has a nickname for her. I’m trying not to be a crazy girlfriend—not that I’m their girlfriend just yet—but I can’t deny the jealousy coursing through me.
“Speaking of security, I was thinking we get Jade her own bodyguard when we can’t be with her,” Griffin suggests to Calvin.
“Why?” He narrows his eyes. “Do you really want another man around her?” Calvin growls. “Plus, I can just watch her. No need to hire anyone.”
“One.” I glare at the sexy older alpha. “Who said it had to be a man? Two, watch me? I’m an adult, not a child. I don’t need to be watched. And three, I can handle myself.”
“You will have someone with you when we can’t be,” Zane insists. “You still haven’t seen half the shit that comes with being in the spotlight, Trouble, and we would burn this world down if anything happened to you.”
“Fine,” I sigh because he’s right. They know more about this than I do. “But, Calvin, you have a life, a job. You can’t just follow me around all the time.”
“I can and I will,” he responds like it's not a big deal. “You're my omega, Jade, and that changes everything. I can work from practically anywhere.”
I just roll my eyes, knowing there's no point in arguing with them.
“WELCOME TO THE JACK The Ripper tour! Where we will spend the next two hours following in the footsteps of Jack the Ripper and his unfortunate victims in London’s East End. We will be visiting the sites of his murders and learning about the mysteries and the rumors surrounding the unsolved serial crimes. We will begin here...” the tour guide announces as we stand in the dark near the police station.
I’m so on edge, my heart already racing. I fucking hate the dark, why did I think this was a good idea?
“This is pretty cool,” Everett comments, coming to stand next to me. I jump, my eyes snapping up to his. “Shit, Tiny, the tour hasn’t even started and you already look like you're going to piss yourself.”
“Fuck off,” I mutter, rubbing my arm up and down as a cool breeze swirls around me. “It’s really dark, that’s all.”
“There are street lights,” Zane points out.
“Yeah, enough to keep me from falling on my face. But I’m sure the whole tour won’t be lit up. Look, the guy has a flashlight.”
“Don’t worry.” Griffin chuckles. “Your alphas will protect you.”
“I’m not worried,” I lie because I know I’m going to be jumping at everything.
“Mhhmm.” He chuckles, and I flip him off, making him laugh harder.
“Don’t worry, Darling,” Calvin purrs from behind me, pressing his front to my back, making me shiver. “I’ll protect you.”
I look up, biting my lower lip.
“Stop that,” Zane huffs. “I don’t need this whole group knowing what my girl smells like.”
My eyes snap to his. “Listen, I’m an omega. And the lot of you are hot, sexy, tattooed alphas. You expect me to tell my pussy to relax? How's that going with your dick? Is he relaxed?” I raise a brow. He glowers at me, adjusting himself and proving my point. “That’s what I thought.”
Zane steps forward, trapping me between him and his brother. “Are you going to fight me on everything, Trouble?” he murmurs. “I don’t remember you being this bratty.”
My breath hitches, and I swallow hard. “I’m not the same girl I was back then.”
“Hmmm,” he muses. “It appears so.”