he heads for the adjoining bathroom while I sip on my juice, waiting for his reaction.
“Jesus. Fucking. Christ! It’s like a bunch of paint cans exploded all over my face.”
I erupt in laughter again, falling back on the bed. “Told you so!”
“That little shit! Good thing I like her.”
I laugh as the faucet turns on for him to try and remove the artwork.
“I’m gonna call Void!” I yell out to Dash as I pick up my cell, dialing the number.
It’s already ringing when Dash calls back, “Tell him I’m looking gorgeous for you tonight!”
“What the fuck?” Void grunts down the line.
I chuckle. “There was this whole thing with Dash and Mia… yeah, I’ll tell you about it later. I just wanted to check in and tell you I’m okay.”
Void lets out a relieved sigh. “I was so fucking worried, sweet thing. Is Tony treating you okay?”
A genuine smile lights my face. “Yeah. They’re actually really hospitable. And the donation wasn’t that bad at all.”
“And the room is fucking epic, man,” Dash calls out while rubbing a towel over his hair as he walks in.
Void is quiet for a pass as I relax back. “Void, you there?”
“Are you and Dash sharing a room?”
My muscles tense. “I mean… kind of. It’s the same space, but his bed is in a different section—”
“But he’s in there… with you… while you’ll be sleeping?”
“Void, you sent him here to protect me. How can he do that if he’s in a different room?”
Dash quietly walks over to his side, giving me some space.
Void grunts down the line, letting out a loud, annoyed huff. “I’m glad you’re doing okay, but I gotta go—”
“Void!”
“I’ll see you tomorrow.” And with those few parting words, he ends the call.
Closing my eyes, I sigh then slowly place the cell on the bed next to me. I wish Void were here with me, so he could see there’s absolutely nothing for him to worry about. His fears are not warranted. My one simple wish is that he would trust me.
Chapter Seven
VOID
“Void, you sent him here to protect me. How can he do that if he’s in a different room?”
I should have never let that fucker go with her!
“I’m glad you’re doing okay, but I gotta go—”
“Void!”
“I’ll see you tomorrow.” Then I hung up on her.
I can’t listen to him prancing around like he’s king fucking dick. The idea that he’s spending the night with Ivy, fantasizing about her while she’s practically sleeping beside him, eats at my very fucking core. She can’t see that he’s in deep, but I know lust when I see it, and the prospect is all about getting into Ivy’s panties.
If the fucker makes a move while I’m not there, so help me fucking God, the outcome won’t be pretty.
My muscles tense, and heat washes over me as I pick up the nearest thing and hurl it across the room. The short glass narrowly misses Nycto, smashing on the floor by the pool table. The glass fractures, breaking into tiny fragments, bursting all over the concrete by his feet.
Nycto’s eyes widen, and he glares at me.
I swing back to the bar and give it a few taps.
Stacey grimaces but quickly starts pouring me another Jack.
The heavy boots of Nycto moving in behind me are unmistakable as I simmer just at boiling point. His hand on my back doesn’t shock me, but the jerking motion of him hoisting me by my cut up from my seat does. I stumble haphazardly as he yanks. I turn to face him, but he drags me toward the chapel without stopping.
“What the fuck, man?”
He shoves me forward. “Walk!”
I shrug, straightening out my cut, trying to gain some semblance of dignity. But I know I’m on the edge of something here. The problem is, Nycto knows it too. This was coming.
We walk into the chapel, and he slams the door shut behind me.
“Look, I wasn’t aiming the glass at—”
“I don’t give a shit about the glass, brother. I’m more concerned about you! What the fuck has you throwing projectiles through the clubhouse at this hour?”
Letting out a heavy exhale, I slump back on the edge of the table. I need to take a load off. This shit is weighing me down so heavy. “This isn’t me, Prez.”
Nycto dips his chin in understanding and moves to the head of the table, sliding out his chair. “Sit. Talk to me, Void.”
Groaning, I rub the back of my neck, but then move to my chair and slump