Page 29 of Gambler's Conceit
Two of the security guys rush forward to grab me. Another two get Havoc, pulling him away and slapping cuffs on his wrists.
Havoc fights and curses them out.
“You good, Vortex?” one of the guys holding me asks.
I’m breathing hard, and blood is flowing from more than just my nose, but I jerk my head in a nod. “Yeah. Careful. He’s a slippery motherfucker.” I look around, seeing Seven at Caleb’sside, and I realize he could’ve been severely hurt during my fight with Havoc. He must’ve gone off to get help, but I’d never even heard him leave.
“Let go of me, you motherfuckers,” Havoc snarls.
Caleb steps forward and looks me over. “He got you good.”
I glower at him. “Yeah, I sort of noticed that,” I snark before remembering that I’m talking to my fucking boss. “Sorry, boss. But he was fucking Seven right here in your casino.Afteryou told him not to.”
“Again, he said not the employees,” Seven says, stressing the words.
“It’s his own fucking business who he fucks,” Havoc interrupts. “If you’ve got a problem with him fucking around, just dump him.”
Caleb rubs the bridge of his nose. “You certainly enjoy making trouble, Seven. It’s only been a week. Most people wait at least a month before testing boundaries.”
“What can I say? I’m an overachiever,” Seven retorts. “Look, I followed your rules. I didn’t try to leave, and I didn’t seduce anyone who works here. It’s not my fault you weren’t clearer.”
Anger threatens to seize me again. I have no right to be this angry, especially when Seven doesn’t even belong to me. But Caleb had made it clear that Seven was under his protection from someone a lot worse than anyone here, and if Seven is just letting anyone have him… How the hell am I supposed to keep him safe when I don’t even know who I’m protecting him from?
Caleb looks at Havoc again, and Havoc snarls at him with his bloodied lips. “Was his cock worth it, at least?”
“Depends on how much trouble I’m about to get into,” Seven says. He casts a glance around the bathroom and winces. “Which… is probably a lot.”
“He didn’t do anything,” Havoc interjects immediately. “You want to take it out on someone, take it out on me.”
“Don’t be a martyr,” Seven tells him. “I can take it like a big boy.”
The bruises from the other night have probably faded, but the idea of seeing Caleb take this out of his ass makes me forget about the pain in favor of my cock’s abrupt interest.
“But yeah,” Seven continues. “It was worth it.”
Caleb sighs loudly. “All right. Gentlemen, please escort Havoc to the security area. I’ll talk to him in private, and we can see how much he owes for the destruction of property.”
Havoc’s eyes widen, but he quickly goes back to sneering. “Sure. Why not.”
“In the meantime… Vortex, you can escort Seven upstairs while I think about what I want to do with him.” Caleb reaches out to ruffle Seven’s hair. “You really enjoy pushing my buttons, kitten.”
“I wasn’t trying to this time,” Seven says, his gaze on Havoc. “Be nice to him. He thought he was protecting me.”
The two men holding Havoc start to haul him toward the door, and Caleb follows.
I shake my head as I watch them go, then turn my head to look at Seven. “What the fuck were you thinking?”
“That I wanted a big cock up my ass,” Seven retorts.
Hank and Joey, the other two security guards, take the opportunity to excuse themselves. The door swings closed behind them, leaving me and Seven alone.
I’m still bleeding, but I don’t particularly care. “You could’ve found Caleb.”
Or me, I want to say, but I’m still feeling awkward about this whole situation. I don’t know what’s allowed, exactly. I don’t want to assume that just because Caleb let me have Seven once, he’ll let me have him again.
Or that Seven would want me to, which should be the bigger consideration here.
“Caleb was busy,” Seven says, shrugging. “And I wanted Havoc to fuck me.”