Sinners' Playground (The Harlequin Crew #1) - Caroline Peckham Page 0,45

the management of Afterlife, it coulda been something special. But as it was, it only held a decent vibe on Saturday nights and wasn’t worth shit any other day of the week. Had they taken my advice when I’d given it though? Hell no. You can’t teach business sense to a drunk horse, I guess.

Someone stumbled into Fox, spilling his drink all down his shirt and I swear someone else screamed as they witnessed it. The guy backed up, taking in what he’d done as Fox’s shoulders tensed.

“Ohhh shit, look what Barry’s done!” some helpful little tit shouted from behind the guy and I glared between Barry’s sniggering friends.

Fox punched Barry so hard in the face that he hit the ground before he even knew what had happened. It was a kindness really. He could’ve done a whole lot worse. Anyone who crossed us, accidentally or otherwise, had to be put in their place. But just as I thought this little issue was wrapped up with a tidy ass bow and some confetti, his stupid pack of dudebro friends dove forward to defend his honour.

Fox roared a challenge and started beating the hell out of them with vicious blows. I glanced back to look for Chase and cursed as I spotted him face fucking some girl on her knees in a pink bikini, his hand fisted in her hair as he casually smoked and gazed out the window, seeming oblivious to the fight that had broken out. Just your average goddamn weekday.

I leapt forward to help Fox, throwing heavy fists into the faces of the drunk assholes and they fell like sacks of shit at our feet, not getting a single punch in before their asses hit the floor. Pathetic.

“Hey! No fighting in my house!” a man boomed and I looked up to meet Chester Granville’s gaze, his eyes widening as one final fucker made a brave but pointless attempt to take us down and fell to the mercy of my fists.

Chester was a huge, middle aged guy, built like a fort with spiky blonde hair and his stupid large biceps strained against a too-tight shirt. He cut the music just in time to hear Chase groan loudly and spill his load to a whole fucking audience who broke out into cheers.

I snorted a laugh and Fox cut me a look that said he was not amused. I whistled at Chase, getting the hint to round him up and he jogged over to us, pulling his zipper up while the girl curtsied and ran out of the room giggling.

“Who turned the music off?” Chester’s wife Jolene strode into the room in high heeled boots and a skin-tight leopard print dress, her blonde hair falling in waves around her shoulders. All the money in the world couldn’t buy good taste unfortunately. Not that they had all the money in the world, but they definitely hadn’t spared even a penny on taste.

Jolene was beautiful and a couple of inches taller than her husband when she wasn’t in her heels, but in them, she dwarfed him like a tiger next to a kitty cat. A kitty cat with bulging muscles and a fluffy blonde moustache, but still.

She folded her arms as she spotted us, cocking her head to one side. “Are my nephew and his friends causing trouble in our home?” she asked with an edge to her tone.

I sure as shit hadn’t missed the armed security lurking in every corner of the room, or the ones that shadowed the lord and lady of the house themselves. I also hadn’t missed the fact that not a single one of them had stepped in to stop us putting a pile of drunk idiots on their asses. So long as we were allied to their little mistress and master, we could do whatever the fuck we wanted around here.

“I’m not sure, pookins,” Chester said, painting a stern look on his face.

I swooped down on the guy who’d spilled his drink on Fox, hauling him to his feet by the scruff of the neck as his friends groaned and crawled away from the scene of the massacre. The massacre of their dignity that is.

“Here’s your culprit.” I grabbed the guy’s hair in my fist angling his head towards Fox as he started trembling. “You owe my brother an apology.”

Fox sneered at the guy and he actually tried to press back into me to get away. I lowered my mouth to his ear, more than happy to