Soldiers of Chaos- Chaos Abounds: Book 1 in the Soldiers of Chaos series by A.A. Askevold Page B
Authors: A.A. Askevold
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resurface. "You really wanna know?" Tex really didn't, especially if it meant he'd fucked her but still he ground out an answer between his clenched teeth "Yes." Brodie looked at him and he could see the hesitation in the guy's face. "We were having a few drinks and dancing, things got a little hot and heavy so we moved it to the bedroom." Tex's fists clenched at his sides. He was going to kill him. "We got naked and." Tex didn't need to hear anymore. He snapped.
Tex lunged at Brodie wrapping one hand round his neck. They toppled onto the bed Tex trying to hold Brodie's head still so he could pummel him into oblivion. Brodie wasn't a pushover he struggled like a mad man rolling and twisting trying to shake Tex off. Tex's fist connected with Brodie's jaw and satisfaction spread through him. Then two sets of hands were pulling him off Brodie "Cool it Tex." "For fucks sake Tex nothing fucking happened. She cuffed me to the fucking bed before it got anywhere." He was sitting up again rubbing his jaw. Tex wanted to belt him again. "Not the point. You put your hands on my girl’s naked body." Brodie shook his head "Look she came on to me, made it pretty clear she was available and more than willing. She doesn't have a fucking property patch and forget all that the girl is perfection anyone would risk an ass whooping for a piece of that." Ass whooping? Ass whooping was an understatement for what Tex had in mind for Brodie. "Makes no difference man. She wasn't really interested anyway she just wanted to get me in here so she could cuff me and skip out." "What did I tell you dude? Don't let her lead you around by your dick" Trace shook his head at Brodie. "Yeah, yeah you warned me but being confronted with the reality of Nikki wanting you is a bloody difficult thing to resist." Tex bristled "Did you honestly think she would be interested?" Brodie looked him right in the eye when he answered "Yes." He looked incredibly sure of himself and he knew Brodie wasn't overly cocky. Maybe she had been interested. The thought of her with anyone else but especially another brother, or in this case prospect, twisted his gut. Everyone except Trace that is and he had no idea why that didn't bother him. Trace threw the keys to Rat "Let this stupid bastard out we've gotta find Ace." As they left the room Tex’s phone rang. He pulled it from his pocket. It was Bull. Good, this had to be about Bridges.
An hour later she was outside the mint leaning against the Mustang staring up at the penthouse level. She didn’t know what the hell she was doing here again. She hadn’t intended on coming here specifically but before she realized it here she was. She slid her keys into the tiny bag she had slung across your body and headed straight through main doors into the casino. The line for the club was longer than it had been last week and Nikki did not have time for that shit. She made a beeline for the entry and the bouncer didn’t blink an eye as she stepped up to him. He waved her through before she'd even opened her mouth or greased his palm "Have a good night Ma'am." Majorly weird but she was a woman on a mission so she spent 30 seconds on that before her mind went back to the mission at hand. She breezed through the VIP entry just like at the door then was sitting her ass at the bar drink in hand quicker than she'd ever been before. She downed enough goose on the rocks to give her more than a buzz then she set her eye to the room. It was pumping. The booths were packed, most of the high tables were reserved and the dance floor was wall to wall bodies. As she scanned the space awareness crawled over her skin. Someone had eyes on her. She swept her eyes back across the space but couldn't pin it down. Then she caught sight of someone she knew. Ethan Drake, better known as Slick. He was working the VIP crowd peddling his wares. She'd gone to school with him. He'd been smart, popular, good looking, bright future then life happened. His
Tex lunged at Brodie wrapping one hand round his neck. They toppled onto the bed Tex trying to hold Brodie's head still so he could pummel him into oblivion. Brodie wasn't a pushover he struggled like a mad man rolling and twisting trying to shake Tex off. Tex's fist connected with Brodie's jaw and satisfaction spread through him. Then two sets of hands were pulling him off Brodie "Cool it Tex." "For fucks sake Tex nothing fucking happened. She cuffed me to the fucking bed before it got anywhere." He was sitting up again rubbing his jaw. Tex wanted to belt him again. "Not the point. You put your hands on my girl’s naked body." Brodie shook his head "Look she came on to me, made it pretty clear she was available and more than willing. She doesn't have a fucking property patch and forget all that the girl is perfection anyone would risk an ass whooping for a piece of that." Ass whooping? Ass whooping was an understatement for what Tex had in mind for Brodie. "Makes no difference man. She wasn't really interested anyway she just wanted to get me in here so she could cuff me and skip out." "What did I tell you dude? Don't let her lead you around by your dick" Trace shook his head at Brodie. "Yeah, yeah you warned me but being confronted with the reality of Nikki wanting you is a bloody difficult thing to resist." Tex bristled "Did you honestly think she would be interested?" Brodie looked him right in the eye when he answered "Yes." He looked incredibly sure of himself and he knew Brodie wasn't overly cocky. Maybe she had been interested. The thought of her with anyone else but especially another brother, or in this case prospect, twisted his gut. Everyone except Trace that is and he had no idea why that didn't bother him. Trace threw the keys to Rat "Let this stupid bastard out we've gotta find Ace." As they left the room Tex’s phone rang. He pulled it from his pocket. It was Bull. Good, this had to be about Bridges.
An hour later she was outside the mint leaning against the Mustang staring up at the penthouse level. She didn’t know what the hell she was doing here again. She hadn’t intended on coming here specifically but before she realized it here she was. She slid her keys into the tiny bag she had slung across your body and headed straight through main doors into the casino. The line for the club was longer than it had been last week and Nikki did not have time for that shit. She made a beeline for the entry and the bouncer didn’t blink an eye as she stepped up to him. He waved her through before she'd even opened her mouth or greased his palm "Have a good night Ma'am." Majorly weird but she was a woman on a mission so she spent 30 seconds on that before her mind went back to the mission at hand. She breezed through the VIP entry just like at the door then was sitting her ass at the bar drink in hand quicker than she'd ever been before. She downed enough goose on the rocks to give her more than a buzz then she set her eye to the room. It was pumping. The booths were packed, most of the high tables were reserved and the dance floor was wall to wall bodies. As she scanned the space awareness crawled over her skin. Someone had eyes on her. She swept her eyes back across the space but couldn't pin it down. Then she caught sight of someone she knew. Ethan Drake, better known as Slick. He was working the VIP crowd peddling his wares. She'd gone to school with him. He'd been smart, popular, good looking, bright future then life happened. His
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