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Ignoring him, I look where Chewy is pointing. “It’s a right foot. Um, whyyyyy?”
“Oh, because there’s a left foot over here.”
Pops whoops, and throws his hands in the air. “Body part scavenger hunt! Everyone who finds a body part gets to drink!” From out of nowhere he pulls out a bottle of champagne, pops the cork and then shoves a straw in the top for “hygiene.”
“Fuck this, I’m calling the Prez,” Rhodie grumbles.
Pity we don’t really hear him over the whooping and hollering of body parts being found and drinks being taken.
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“Do you think the girls are having more fun than us?” Tav asks,taking a pull of his beer.
“The girls are in the clubhouse off their tits on fruity lady drinks riding that obscenely large inflatable cock. We,” Rider swirls his finger around in the air, “are in Chef’s cabin, crammed into the lounge. I can guarantee they’re having a better time,” he grumbles. “I don’t see why we couldn't have stayed in the common room.”
“Because I want Sage to enjoy her night with her girls without us all up in their business,” I reply, taking a drink of my beer, kicking myself that I invited the men here. There’s too many of us in a small space and at least one of the fuckers smells.
“We can’t even call in any strippers either,” TumTum whines.
“There’s no way I’m disrespecting my woman by looking at a stripper’s tits,” Marx grits out.
“Besides, the nearest stripper is my maman,” Damian shudders.
Flack slowly turns to look at Damian. “Aren’t you the only male stripper in this town?”
“Hell yeah,” Damian grins.
“So not only are you and your mom the only strippers in town, but you own and run damn near half of it?”
“Jack of all trades, mon cher,” Damian replies, holding his beer up as a toast.
Marx’s phone goes off and we all go quiet. Is it bad that I hope Rhodie is calling in reinforcements and I get to see Sage? Yeah, that’s probably bad. She’s like a fucking drug to me. That kiss earlier? That was the worst thing she could have done because now she’s sealed her fate. That kiss told me everything I already knew. She’s mine.
“Yo, Saint, you been feeding the gators people again?” Marx barks.
“What the fuck? No! We haven’t fed them people since, shit, since Dima and La Strega were last here.”
“Well, then why are there fresh body parts floating around your rehab barn?”
We all move to stand, except Jay and Theo who remain seated and ask “How fresh?” It’s kinda creepy when they do that twin shit.
Marx barks down the line, presumably to Rhodie, his eyes narrowing. “Chewy and Pops can’t tell because they’ve been in the water and chewed up pretty bad.”
“I’m calling Maman,” Damian says, slipping his phone out of his pocket, Marx’s shocked gaze on him.
“Why the fuck is he calling his mom?”
My prez’s lips start to twitch. “Don’t worry, Marx. You’ll soon find out.”
***
“Evenin’ darlings! Mon petit chou said ya’ll need some help?”
Damian’s mom looks around at our rag tag bunch with a wide smile on her face and not a hair out of place in her tall, blonde hairstyle.
"That's right, Maman. Ain’t nobody better at death business than you.”
“Thank you bebe,” Nancy murmurs, kissing Damian on the cheek.
