“Umm, dude, killing is fun. You should try it sometime, you know, when you're not in‘Hulk’mode,” Neo quips.
I’ve only killed once. That was our fathers’ kind of thing, not ours. But I would do it all over again, make it last longer, make it hurt more, make him bleed again and again if I could. I’m just glad he is six feet under—or whatever Harlow’s guys do with the bodies—so he can't hurt my little girl or anyone else anymore.
“I say we just hang out here, play some poker, order in, drink, and just chill,” Dean says, losing his tie and tossing his jacket over the side of the couch.
“Oh, room service!” Neo jumps up and snags the menu off the coffee table. He looks it over for a moment before picking up the room phone. “Hello? Yes, I’d like to place an order for room 208.” He pauses for a moment. “One of each.” Silence. “Of everything on the menu... Yes, I’m sure... Just me... Because I like food... Awesome, peace.” Neo hangs up the phone and looks over at me and my stunned look. “Oh, did you guys want anything?”
“Do you know how much that’s going to cost?” I question him.
“No.” He shrugs then grins. “But that’s okay. My girlfriend is rich. What’s the point of having a sugar mama if I ain't getting me some sugar?” He thinks about that for a moment. “Well, I mean I'm getting more than sugar if you know what I mean?” He wiggles his eyebrows.
“That’s got to be at least two fucking grand in food, man! This room alone and the amount we will be consuming in alcohol is already close to that,” Axel says, looking at the menu.
“Oh, shut up and enjoy yourself. She literally has billions of dollars. This weekend is pennies to her. And I already got permission to go crazy, so—” Neo sticks his tongue out at him instead of finishing his sentence.
Axel sighs and calls room service requesting his own order. “Two hours! Are you kidding me... No, never mind. I’ll just order takeout.” Axel hangs up the phone and tosses it on the table. “Because of your stupid order, there’s no time to make anyone else’s orders.”
“If you're nice, I’ll share,” Neo smirks.
ROOM SERVICE TOOK Awhile, and we just ended up ordering out. We got a pizza for the three of us, and now Neo is sitting there with a whole damn table full of food as he scarfs everything down.
“Dude, you’re gonna end up like five-hundred pounds by the end of this weekend,” Axel says, his eyes shutting closed as he rests his head back against the chair, drink in hand. We have already been through a bottle of bourbon between the three of us and are working on the second. Neo hasn't had anything to drink yet because he's been too busy eating.
“So? That just means there will be more for Harlow to love. Although she might have to just bounce on my dick, but that's okay because my cock won’t shrink, and it will be like jumping on an inflatable bounce house. Win, win if you ask me.” He shrugs, taking a bite of a chicken wing.
“So, how do we do this... bonding thing?” Dean asks.
“I don't know. What did we use to do?” I ask.
“Well, sometimes we would play pool in the game room, or go for a swim, or work out. We used to watch movies too.”
“Nah, movies aren't that personal. And the pool and weight room closed an hour ago,” I say.
“What about poker?” Axel asks, lifting his head as he opens his eyes to look at me. “I saw a new deck of cards in the drawer over there.” He points to the desk with the room phone on it.
“Strip poker!” Neo cheers, throwing his hands in the air. Some sauce flings from his hand onto my cheek. “My bad,” he says, leaning over and licking it off my face.
“You’re done,” I say, getting up and walking to the bathroom to wash my face. “And no strip poker. It’s fucking weird with it being just us.”
When I get out, Neo is tossing all the garbage in the trash and clearing the table for the card game.
“Not my fault you're not as confident and free with your body as I am with mine.”
“I am... with my woman. You are my cousin... that makes it fucking weird,” I point out.
“Not so weird when my cock is inside her.” He smirks.
“That’s different. She’s there with us, you fucking weirdo.”
“Yeah, yeah,” he flips me off with a smile.
We play poker, and by the end of the third game, everyone is trashed except Neo.
“I’m done. I can’t see my cards anymore,” I slur, squinting my eyes, trying to get the two floating king heads to go away.
“Yeah, me too,” Dean says, “I’m broke.”
“I’m out,” Axel mumbles.