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“Jesus Christ. You two need to get fucking laid,” Kane chuckles happily.

“Well, shit, brother. That’s the plan tonight. I just need to narrow down the field. There are some fine ass honeys in this place tonight,” Army laughs as his eyes scan the crowd.

And he’s right. This place is packed with beautiful women. I spot Ayla and Cora across the room, hanging out at the pool tables. This is the perfect opportunity.

“Damn right. I got my eye on a curvy little thing over by the pool tables. That long brown hair, shit… take a look, brother,” I prompt Kane to look up, waiting for his reaction.

“No fucking way,” he breathes out and it’s beyond weak. I have to bite my tongue to keep from laughing in his face.

“Yup,” I lean down closer. “I had breakfast with her yesterday,” I offer, as he continues to stare at her. He’s making this way too fucking easy.

“You knew she was here?” he asks.

“Uh huh,” I pause for dramatic effect, “But so did you, asshole,” I grin, finally busting him. He shrugs. He actually fucking shrugs.

“She told you, didn’t she?” he asks and I nod. “Shit, you two are like fucking sisters,” he laughs out loudly and I can’t help but crack, letting my own laughter spill as Ayla approaches. It’s really fucking nice to see my boy happy again.

“Pour me a Jack and Coke,” I turn and direct my attention towards Timmy, behind the bar. The kid is quick, despite the crowd in here tonight, and I have a glass in front of me in a matter of seconds. Ayla steps up and asks for a bunch of shots for her and Cora.

Taking my glass, I turn and lean back against the bar. Time to watch the Kane and Ayla show unfold. I can’t help but chuckle as I sip my drink. They don’t even realize that they’re act is making it even more obvious. All their fucking back and forth banter, they might as well be screwing on the bar for everyone to watch.

“…I just said you don’t get to stick your nose in,” Ayla’s taking her turn, but I have no idea what the fuck they’re actually going on about.

“Fuck, Kane. She’s in a feisty mood tonight. Good luck, brother,” I slap his shoulder as I move past him and closer to her. I lean into her ear, knowing it’s just going to piss him off, but I can’t help myself.

“You two are made for each other. Happy New Year, darlin’,” I whisper before moving away from the bar. Time to find some of my own fun for the night.

Nine

Jade

New Year’s Rockin’ Eveplays quietly on the TV as another band that I’ve never heard of performs. I reach for my phone and check the time. The bright screen shows the time as 9:20pm. It’s literally been four minutes since the last time I checked. This is so fucking lame. What am I doing sitting here alone on New Year’s Eve? I’m twenty-two years old; I should be out having a good time. Maybe I should go to that party.

No…

Yes?

Shit. I don’t know.

I stand from the couch. I’m going. Even if I don’t see Fifty, maybe I’ll find that girl he was with, Ayla. She seemed genuinely nice, and I could use a few friends around here. Plus, I’m sure Shark will be around too. It might be fun to flip the script and finally get to see him on his turf.

After staring into my open closet for almost ten minutes, I reach in and pull out the perfect dress. It’s one I had originally bought to wear at the club, but I decided it was too nice for that crowd, and kept it at home instead. I hung it up, and promptly forgot about it due to my severely lacking social life. It will be just right for New Year’s Eve.

The tight bodycon fabric hugs all my curves snugly. My cleavage spills out over the top, giving a small peek without leaving me completely exposed. I turn, spinning in front of the mirror, trying to inspect it from all angles. I have to admit, it looks hot. It’s a little revealing, but I have a feeling it might actually be mild compared to what some of the other ladies will be wearing tonight. I haven’t been in Rock Hill very long, but I’ve heard a couple stories about the Savages and their legendary parties, so I won’t be surprised to see women with a lot more skin showing.

I grab my make-up bag from the top of my dresser and skip lightly into the bathroom. After a quick swipe of glittery green eye shadow and some black mascara, I coat my lips in a thin layer of dark pink gloss. I slip into a pair of stilettos and suddenly realize I’m not sure if they’ll be charging at the door. I move back into the bedroom and carefully pull out the small cashbox I have stashed in my closet. Unlocking the box, I pull out a hundred dollars in twenties, folding them and tucking them into my bra. I push out a breath and head for the door. I think I’m finally ready to go.

???

The party was easy enough to find from the simple directions that Ayla had given me. Plus, the parking lot is packed with bikes, which made it even more obvious. I can hear the music pumping as soon as I step out of my car. A few girls wearing much less fabric and much higher heels walk by, giving me a sideways glance before going inside.

What am I doing here?

Maybe I should just climb back in my car and go back home.

No.

I’m done feeling like that. I finally have a night off and I deserve to have some fun. It’s New Year’s Eve, and tonight could be a fresh start for me.