Page 23 of Jig's Last Dance
Dinner is so mind-numbingly boring that I almost wish for another heated exchange with Rain to break up the monotony. Sal and the old man banter while I pretend to eat, and Rain and Cyn share heated stares.
Get a room already.
I’m so fucking glad when it’s over that I’m halfway to the door when the old man says, “Rain, take Ms. Patterson to the game room.”
I stutter to a stop and close my eyes. Fuck me. And how the hell does he know my last name?
Rain gives me a chilly smile, and Sal merely nods before I follow Rain with Cyn behind me down a series of halls that end in an actual game room. Billiards, Foosball, a fucking bowling alley, it’s all in here. Exactly how often does old man McCafferty bowl anyway?
I turn with a pit in my stomach once I’m inside to find Cyn looking me over grimly. “You’re trouble. I can smell it from here.”
“That’s disgust you smell,” I grunt, and he smiles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes.
“Why were you at Jig’s?” he barks.
“He brought me home while I was passed out!”
“Really—”
“Sweet! LB’s on my team,” Jig says, ambling through the door only to stutter to a stop when he sees me.
“Sunshine?” His brows crinkle, and he looks between us while my heart thumps painfully.
Glancing away, I stare at the wall because looking at his beauty is physically fucking painful. He’s like a goddamn statue, and I’m the pitiful human worshipping at his feet. Unfortunately, he’s also a confusing mix of playful and cold.
“What’s going on?” Bastion growls, and my lip curls. Fucking Bastion.
“Alice was a guest of Sal Castinetti’s,” Cyn drawls, and Jig’s head whips around.
His eyes narrow, but I raise my chin as he says, “Is that right?”
“Yes,” I say. I don’t answer to these dicks.
“Sal fucking Castinetti? The goon? No, wait, what was it . . . fallen?” he sneers, looking me up and down with distaste.
Flinching, I scowl, but he charges on, apparently not done with his ridiculous tirade. “You know that dick likes to play with girls. Right? You okay with that now that you’re his little minion?”
Okay, this is news to me, but I can hardly back down now. “What are you saying? I’m his bitch?”
“Looks that way from where I’m standing,” he says, his mouth curling in a lazy smile, but his eyes, his eyes are fucking arctic.
“It’s none of your fucking business,” I mutter, moving to walk past him.
“Jig,” Bastion says, but Jig ignores him, pushing me into the hall and forcing me against the wall.
Glaring into his blue, blue eyes, I ignore the way my skin heats under his proximity and raise my chin, spitting, “What?”
His brows slam over his eyes, and he leans in until his lips are touching mine. “Does Castinetti know your pussy was getting off on my fingers a day ago?”
I shudder at his filthy words and bite my tongue so hard I taste blood, but his eyes light with fire anyway. With a devilish smirk, he runs his fingers over my lips before stepping back and looking me up and down with a frown. “Does he know you’ve been in bed with the enemy? You were a good little whore, weren’t you?”
He doesn’t wait around for my answer, and I’m sure my mouth is at my knees when I mutter, “You’re a fucking psycho.”
He pauses at the door and turns to me, his eyes blank. “You haven’t seen anything yet, except maybe how well I abused your pussy.”
“Fuck you,” I hiss.
He shrugs, his eyes flicking over my shoulder before he approaches with a smile, leaning into me, “I was fucked a long time ago. You’re up to something. I won’t let you hurt my family. If you’re smart, you’ll stay far the fuck away from me.”