Dancing with the Devil (Ravens Ruin MC 3)

“They won’t.”

“What?” I pull my head back before I can get the coke up my nose.

“They usually don’t try to get my girls.”

I grin at her but lower my head to snort before I comment on that.

“Your girls?” My voice squeaks because of the burn in my nose, but my new friend doesn’t seem to mind.

“Xena’s mouth is legendary.” Another girl slides up to the table I’ve commandeered. She tosses two shots from my tray back before speaking again. “I’m Vixen.”

I shake her hand also, but this girl isn’t looking at my tits like Xena did when she first walked up.

“Kaci,” I offer to both of them since I just realized I didn’t tell Xena my name when she introduced herself. My head is already spinning, but I look to Xena to ask for more. “Can I get another?”

“Give it a minute,” she answers. “Our shit is really strong.”

“I know my limits.” Why I’m arguing with the girl who just got me high for free isn’t something I can concentrate on right now.

“Give it a minute,” she repeats but hands me a shot glass in substitution.

Both girls are smiling at me when I set the shot back down on the tray.

“Wanna dance?” The question is moot since they each have one of my hands in theirs, and they’re already dragging me to the dance floor.

The sound system is a million times better than any frat house I’ve partied at, and for once, I’m having a good time rather than looking for trouble to get into. The night is young, however, and in my experience, I know trouble will still be waiting for me when I decide to seek it out.

We’re three or thirty songs in, I’m too fucking high off one line of coke to keep count when the entire bar explodes in a roar. From what I can tell, a couple of popular guys walk in, but I can’t see them through the others dancing around me.

“Who’s here?” I ask the girl closest to me. I don’t know if I introduced myself to her yet or not. Honestly, between the coke and the shots, I don’t know if I could introduce myself. The only thing I can focus on is the sway of my hips and liquid feeling of my body as it moves along with the music. Did I mention the ecstasy tab? These people have the best fucking drugs.

“TJ, Ronan, and Boston,” the chick slurs beside me.

“Stay away from TJ unless you like getting hurt.” She leans on me so much, I nearly topple over.

“I’m not an emotional kind of girl,” I inform her, but her head shakes back and forth almost violently.

“He may fuck with your emotions also, but his knife is what does the most damage.”

“You’ve had enough,” Xena says as she loops her arm under the girl and carries her off the dance floor.

My mission has changed. Ten minutes ago, all I wanted to do was dance and have a good time. I was numb enough to just exist in this moment with people I don’t know, but the mention of pain, something like knife play that can do serious damage, and my focus is adjusted to meet my desires.Chapter 10TJ

The fanfare when Ronan, Boston, and I walk into the bar is a little over the top, but it’s expected. A brief shower is all we managed when we got to the clubhouse before driving to Worcester to meet up with everyone else.

The drops in New York went off without a hitch, and now it’s time to relax and have a little fun. My aim is on the bar. Not for the liquor, but because Molly and Zoe are standing there talking. Checking with my family is usually my number one focus, but I’d be a liar if I said my senses weren’t heightened with the thought that Kaci will be here. The invitation was a little over the top, but the prospect I trusted to set it up assured me he did exactly as instructed. Her key was under the mat just like usual, so leaving it with tempting and menacing flare was easily accomplished.

I know Kaci’s game already. The woman is hell-bent on getting herself hurt, and I’m hoping she wouldn’t resist the invite.

“Sister. Sister-in-law,” I greet, kissing each of them on the temple.

I ignore Zoe’s half step away from me. Seems she hasn’t gotten over the little incident in the basement. She’ll come around in her own time, I guess.

“Where’s Lynch,” Molly asks innocently like I can’t read her like a book. She isn’t asking about our older brother. She’s more interested in his road partner this trip.

“He and Briar are still in Detroit. Won’t be home for a couple more days.” I hold my hand up to signal the bartender, and just as I’d hoped, she heads my direction.