Rough Justice (Sinner's Tribe Motorcycle Club #1)(55)

“Got enough cash. Don’t got enough *. Maybe if I had enough *, I’d remember if I had any weapons lying around.”

Vile, disgusting, lecherous bastard. But she’d known men like him—the Jacks seemed to attract the lowest of the low—and she knew how to handle his unwanted advances, his pathetic attempts to shock her. At heart, men like Bunny wanted a challenge. She only had to threaten him to gain his respect.

Steeling herself to keep her face impassive and her voice calm, she said, “Maybe Viper would like to know that you’re supplying Jeff under the table.”

His face hardened, but she caught a glimmer of interest in his eyes. “He tell you that?”

She bit back a smile. “Jeff does what Viper tells him to do. Only thing he does on his own is drugs, and they’re always in short supply. Since you’re the man who can get anything, I figured he’d go to you.”

Bunny scowled. “Maybe you’d like to use that smart mouth to pay off the five grand your brother owes me so I don’t break his legs next time I see him. Once he and I are square, then we can talk weapons.”

“Gimme a couple of hours on your tables, and I’ll have your money.”

Bunny cocked his head to the side, considering. “You shoot pool?”

“Viper might have taught me a thing or two.”

“Still want that f*cking honey sweet mouth of yours, so how about you play my boy Peter? You win, I give you the contact details of someone who can supply your brother. Guaranteed. You lose, and you spend the rest of the night with those sweet lips wrapped around my dick.”

Arianne looked over at Dawn and got a vehement head shake despite the fact that Dawn had seen her play. Arianne had no idea how good Peter was, but as she’d told Jagger, when Viper taught a lesson, you never forgot it.

“I’ve been saving this mouth for someone special.” She licked her lips for effect. “So if I win, Jeff’s debt is erased and you give me the details.”

Bunny huffed. “Definitely Viper’s daughter. We got a deal. But I have to warn you, my boy’s been playing since he was five years old.”

Arianne laughed. “Then he started three years too late.”

“Nononononononono.”

Arianne ignored Dawn’s moan and kept her focus on the striped ball on the pool table in front of her. Bunny hadn’t lied. His son, Peter, was good. Damn good. But he’d missed a shot early on, and now she had control of the table. She took her shot, and the ball bounced off the bumper, knocking two striped balls into their pockets before spinning into the corner. Peter exhaled an irritated breath and headed over to his table at the back of their section, calling for his friends to pour him a drink.

“What’s wrong?” Arianne chalked the cue as she considered the table. She was up by two now with only two to go, but if she missed, she just might be handing the game to Peter, who was now glowering at her from the corner.

“It’s Cade.”

Arianne’s hand clenched around the cue. Had the Sinners come for her? Jagger had let her go out with Dawn after she’d swallowed her pride and asked permission. Even teenagers were allowed to stay out until midnight, and she still had her chaperones leaning against the wall, sweating because she’d refused to leave when they asked.

She lowered her voice, although Peter and his friends were far enough away, there was little chance they could overhear. “Is he alone?”

“So far. I think he’s scouting. Damn. I thought I’d never see him again. I mean, that night we had together after the bar fight was hot, but I’m not looking for anything more than a one-night stand. Don’t need another man in my life bossing me around.”

Arianne glanced up just as Cade spotted them. “You could have done a lot worse for a one-night stand. He’s pretty damn easy on the eyes. I mean, if he wasn’t a biker, he could have been a movie star or a model—the angry, sullen type.”

Cade barked a few words into his phone and headed toward them, quickly eating up the distance with easy strides of his long, lean legs. T-Rex detached himself from the wall and walked over to greet him.

“Awkward.” Dawn moaned again. “What am I going to say to him? I kinda ran out that night when he was asleep.”

Arianne bit back a laugh before leaning over the table. “Tell him you had to get to work.”

“It was Sunday morning.”

“Church?”

Dawn snorted. “Not if I want to go up in flames. I mean, seriously, the things we did … That man is kink on a stick.”

“Jogging?”

“With these?” She cupped her breasts. “I’d probably fall over or knock myself out.”

“Not a problem I can sympathize with.” Arianne mentally calculated angles and trajectories as Dawn fidgeted beside the table. If she wanted to win the game, she would need to keep control right until the end.

Dawn twisted her lips to the side and leaned against the table. “I was a coward and now I gotta pay the price. Just never thought I’d see him again.”

“You talking or are you playing?” Peter shouted. He drained his glass and scowled. Tall and thin where Bunny was short and round, he had the same cold eyes and giant hook of a nose as his father. His posse of inebriated friends laughed.

“She knows she’s gonna lose,” one of them shouted. “She’s trying to distract you with that sweet ass so she can play with your balls.”