Chapter 11
Kian
“Fucking bet or fold, asshole,” Beckett snaps.
I don’t need to look at my cards to know what they are. They’re my lucky ones. At least, they used to be. Now, I have a million dollars in the pot, and I’m not sure I want to bet on them.
My phone buzzes, and I pull it from my pocket while Beckett sighs and sits back in his chair.
“Why is Jordyn texting me?” I ask, waiting for my phone to unlock.
Cash is beside me before I pull up my messages, his gaze narrowed.
Jordyn: I’m sorry for the other night.
As soon as I read it, I go over it again, but Cash is already trying to yank the phone from my hand.
“Why the fuck is my wife telling you she’s sorry for the other night? What did you do?” Cash demands as he tries to wrestle the device away from me.
Shaking my head, I push him back. “Dude, calm the fuck down. I don’t know what she’s talking about. I swear to God, Jordyn has never texted me outside of the family group chat.”
My phone vibrates again, and Jordyn’s name pops up with another message. I open it and read the message while pushing him away.
Jordyn: This is Ace, btw.
“Ace? Who the fuck?” Cash asks, then stills and meets my eyes. “Is that the stripper chick you fucked the other night?”
Glaring at my brother, I shove at him and look at the message again.
Ace.
There hasn’t been a second in the past few days that she hasn’t been on my mind. I’m unsettled and kind of pissed. Why did she leave? At least give me the fucking courtesy to say goodbye.
A second later, Xander holds his phone up with a video surveillance playing from the bar. My eyes dart directly to one person on the screen, the one sitting right next to Jordyn.
“What the fuck?” Cash asks as he watches, too. “Who is that?”
Staring at the purple-haired angel perched at the bar, my dick twitches, and so does my palm. She might be an angel, but that means she has to pay for her sins, right? Who better to punish her than her Daddy?
“All in,” I say, pushing all my chips into the already gigantic pot.
Cash folds, and so does Xander, but Beckett’s dumb ass calls. When Xander flips the last card, I grin and turn mine over at the same time as my little brother.
Beckett groans and flops back in his chair. “Fuuuuck. Of course you got four aces, you asshole.”
Smirking, I grab my jacket and rise. “Let’s fucking go.”
My brothers follow me, the pile of poker chips forgotten as we make our way through the casino floor.
I get into the back seat beside Beckett and stare at the messages once more.
Kian: Send me your number.
Do I want to talk to her? I want to spank her.
Lecture her. I definitely want to do those things, even if we both agreed we only wanted one night.
She gave me that. But I haven’t stopped thinking about her since.
I shouldn’t be hurt over it, though I can’t deny that it stung.
The connection I felt with her was nothing I’ve ever experienced before. Not until Ace.
My phone vibrates, and I let out a breath when I see that she sent me her number.
Once I’ve saved her contact information, I send one single text to her. Then I look up to see where we are, only to find Xander and Beckett staring at me, while Cash keeps looking at me in the rearview mirror as he navigates through traffic.
“Care to share with the class what the fuck is happening, dipshit?” Beckett asks.
Irritation flares at the base of my neck. “I don’t fucking know, asshole. All I know is that’s her.”
We’re silent for the rest of the drive, and as we make our way through the casino floor. Bells and whistles ring out, but I don’t hear any of it. I want to see her again. And she’d better still be there.