“My bad. Who knew he’d get soft, marrying a hot piece of ass?” He shrugs like it’s no big fucking deal.
I itch to reach for my gun, which he’s lucky isn’t in my possession at this moment. Instead, I thread my fingers through my hair. “I need a drink.”
“Fine. Let’s go find our whores because I need some hot ass before we head back home.” I’m only going with this asshole so I don’t have any other problems to clean up later.
We enter the hotel bar and take our booth at the back where I prefer to sit with my back to the wall so I can see my enemies coming. A waitress in a tiny cocktail dress approaches and of course David’s eyes are glued to her ass. I interrupt his gawking by quickly giving her our drink order and shooing her from our table which she’s grateful for.
It’s not long when we receive our drinks from a male server and then sit around watching the room when I’d prefer to be back on the plane to Chicago. I’ve no reason to waste my time here in Vegas. “Well, where is your company? My patience is waning, David.”
“Patience?” he scoffs and then raises his glass to his lips, shaking his head.
He’s got a point, but with a brother like him, it’s easy to lose my cool. I try to sit back and relax, attempting to let go of the tension in my shoulders. The music plays in the hotel bar louder than I care for, but at least it’s songs from the late, great crooners like Dean Martín and Frank Sinatra. Still, my head’s pounding after dealing with the fucking mess David just got us into by opening his large mouth, souring my mood.
We’d gotten lucky that he didn’t demand blood for the insult.
“Maybe you need patience when it comes to your dick. If you weren’t ready to fuck anything that moves, we wouldn’t be in this situation.”
“Ah, speaking of fucking…here they come.” I follow his eyes, and there are two women headed in our direction. One is a bleached-blonde older woman, and the other is a small brunette who barely looks legal. Her dress grabs my fucking attention because it’s too short, too tight for her to be strolling around through the casino and hotel.
Eyes turn her way, watching the way her hips move with each step, probably revealing her ass to their sights. I can’t see it from here, but I’m pissed because she’s showing off what belongs to me—for the night, that is.
Chapter Two
Candy
With a tug on my overly short dress, my ass is barely covered as we make our way through the busy casino past all the gamblers and drunks whose eyes haven’t left my rear or my huge tits that practically fall out of my dress. “Stop it. You look so unprofessional.”
The scoff that leaves my throat earns me another disapproving look. “That’s because I am, and you shouldn’t scowl because it shows your age.” She flashes me a glare before presenting me with her perfected look of sophistication.
I’m legally not allowed to be in here, and if they knew the truth, I’d be out on my ass. However, if you know the right people, they’re willing to look the other way, especially when your own mother is willing to sell off your pussy to a man in an attempt to make a killing. A lifetime fortune, actually.
“Well, it’s time you learned to be a professional. I can’t keep feeding you. You’re going to earn your keep one way or another, and I’m not accepting pennies from the diner,” she snaps, informing me for the millionth time this week. We live in a trailer park just off the main strip because she can’t stop gambling all our money away.
“You know, it’s not like he’s going to sleep with me and I’m going to get pregnant,” I hiss, making our way into the hotel bar.
A smile spreads over her face, causing my stomach to churn. “Oh, sweetheart. Please trust your mother.” God, I feel sick. My own mother is pimping me out. She’s thirty-six and looks like she’s in her late twenties because she’s good with her makeup and staying out of the harsh sun, but her heart is dark and shriveled up like an old witch’s.
“There they are,” she says, tilting her head toward the corner of the bar where two men sit in a round booth. I freeze as my entire body absorbs what I see before me. Oh my God. He’s insanely gorgeous.
The man who looks bored and annoyed is slightly facing the bar and has my full attention with his dark black hair, nicely trimmed facial hair, and light brown eyes. His build is large and strong appearing even from the sitting position, like he carries himself with strength and power naturally. My thighs are shaking with nervous anticipation just looking at him.
My mother tugs me along. “Don’t get cold feet on me now.” Nothing on me is cold that is until I turn to the other man sitting next to him.
However, the other one immediately gives me an icky feeling. Please tell me that she’s giving me the grumpy one to attempt to seduce. At least if it doesn’t work, I can be happy. I have a feeling the slimeball will gladly take me even if I turn him down.
Suddenly the slimeball nudges the one with the scowl, and then his eyes fix onto us. His brow raises and his mouth flattens. My mother drags me to them, and my body wars with itself on whether I should run to or from this man.
“Come, ladies, please sit.” I hear the words, but my heart hasn’t stopped thumping in my chest, so I don’t move.
“Thank you. I’m Sheila, and this is Candy.”
“Candy?” the brooding man asks with disgust. “Is that your real name?” I’m not offended because I hate my name too.
“Yes,” she answers for me.
“I asked her,” he informs my mother with a look of repulsion. Looking back at me, he orders, “Come sit down.” He pats the seat next to him. I hesitate, and he raises his brow expectantly. “I said, come sit.”
“We’re not paying to be annoyed, ladies. Sebastian doesn’t like to repeat himself. I’m David. Come sit by me, Sheila.” He winks at my mother, who has no problem practically falling into the greasy prick’s lap.