Page 29 of Chaos

Her bright red bottom lip sticks out, but she quickly turns to the next man in line to hang off of.

After having a taste of the finest wine, vinegar just doesn’t seem as appealing.

How long am I going to hold Sofia as the standard?

Why do I?

There’s a polished brass pole in the middle of a circle of overstuffed chairs. Two large crystal decanters of some sort of dark liquor are sitting on a silver tray lined with glasses filled with ice.

The set up is top-notch.

“Boys, we’re gonna get fucked up!” Brody yells loud enough to fill the room.

Hell yeah. This might be a fun night after all.

SEVENTEEN

SOFIA

“I’ll trade you.” Fancy’s eyes are wide with excitement as she grips my arms. “The King of Chaos is here! Please, let me swap and work the party. You can have the floor.”

Despite my nerves, doubt prickles through me. “Why?”

“Have you seen him? He’s sex on a stick. I watched him win a fight in less than twenty seconds. He brought home almost half a million dollars. In twenty seconds. Do you know how much that is?” Her fingers dig into my skin.

“Five hundred thousand?” I can’t tell if she’s being serious or if it was a rhetorical question.

She blinks slowly and stares at me for a moment. “Yeah! That’s a lot! What do you think?”

I’m not sure how her telling me that there’s a rich, sexy boxer in my bachelor party is supposed to make me not want to dance for him.

“Sorry, I can’t. Gil sets the rules.” I shrug her hands off and head to the dressing room to check my makeup.

Brittney rushes in behind me. “Did you hear? The King of Chaos? Oh my god!” She bends over my shoulder to use the mirror next to me, fluffing her big blonde hair.

“We better go. Gil said they’re here and waiting on us!” She grabs my wrist and tugs me with her down the musty hall to Suite D.

I stumble into the room, and immediately, my body goes into overdrive. A rush of fire courses through my veins. The first thing that hits me is a familiar musky aftershave.

“Oh my fucking God, look who it is, Brody.” An unfamiliar voice echoes across the dim room.

I stiffen, my heart almost beating out of my chest.

Shit.

It’s like all the air has been ripped from my body.

It can’t be.

All I can hear is the sound of deep chuckles filling the room. I can’t move. I can’t see.

When I look up, I lock gazes with a familiar set of dark, brooding eyes. Almost identical to the ones I look into in my daughter’s eyes.

Jax.

I swallow down the bile rising in my throat as my cheeks burn. What the hell is he doing here?

The room goes silent. I can’t tear my focus away from him.