“That bad, huh?” Mac asked.
I gave him a look. I hadn’t told him why I called him to pick me up, and he hadn’t exactly asked.
“You don’t know the half of it.”
He nodded and drank more of his drink. “One day, maybe I will.”
I doubt that.
“What is it you hope to know?” Samson’s monotone voice wrapped around me like a security blanket.
I could go to sleep listening to him talk. He should invest in doing voice-overs for people who have trouble sleeping.
I turned and handed him my vodka cup. “Take a drink, and I’ll tell you.” One thing I learned about Samson was he was like a sponge when it came to information. He sought it out how most guys his age seek out porn.
He eyed it with that annoying fucking smile on his face. He downed the rest of my cup without so much as wincing. I shoved the slight disappointment away.
“We were talking about how life’s a bitch.”
Samson looked at Mac, and he nodded as he drank his cup.
“Blue Quarters is here,” Samson said.
Mac’s fingers tightened around the cup in his hand, and his body went stiff.Interesting reaction.
“Who’s that?” I asked.
I looked between the two, and Samson pointed to the stairs. “Your other three were with her.”
Mac swore and put the cup down. He pulled at his tight coiled hair before glancing at me.
“Hey, don’t let me stop you. Go ahead.”
“Sorry, Kee, I’ll be back down soon,” Mac said.
I waved him off and gave him the thumbs up as he headed up the stairs. “So, who is she and them?” I knew Samson would know.
“Her family was once one of the leading families here. They fled, but before then, it was a known fact that she was heavily involved with Mac along with others.”
I whistled. “Girl has her own harem.” Must’ve been fucking nice.
“Had,” Samson corrected.
I glanced up at him and noticed how he moved slightly, avoiding anyone that came too close, all while seeming friendly and beautiful.
“Had? What happened?”
“Shouldn’t you ask him?”
A girl about ten drinks in stumbled into Samson’s side and giggled when she looked up. “Oh my god, you’re absolutely gorgeous.” She pushed her barely covered breasts up against him.
Agitation wormed its way into my soul. With the alcohol in my system and my earlier anger being unresolved, I was moving before I could form a fully thought-out plan. I wrapped her ponytail around my fist and yanked her back.
She shrieked, the irritating sound echoing over the music. I pushed her away, and she stumbled, catching herself. “What’s your deal?”
I had no idea but seeing her touch him irritated me. Not to mention the way Samson had just stood there, smiling. I turned on him, and his eyes were slightly wide. He blinked at me before glancing over my shoulder at the girl.
“Get lost.” His smile dropped a little, and a shiver went down my spine at the look in his eyes. They were empty voids. It was as if he’d pictured the girl dead already. The smile was back on his face.