Pit: The A**hole Club Series by Saffire Blue (summer books txt) 📕

placing my back to his front and wraps around me as he sings the words in my ear.

Pit

“I love this dress on you,” I say as I turn Mayven in my arms again.

She presses her breasts to my chest. I lower my gaze to her cleavage tempting me in the gray and blue tight dress. It’s hugging her body like a second skin.

I like her hair tonight. It’s gray at the roots and transitions into blue down the length. She looks like the superhero she is. Always loving someone in need.

“I wore it just for my man, but don’t tell him though,” she purrs.

I palm her ass and sway us to the music. “Your man fucked up leaving you around me. This dress will be on my bedroom floor tonight.”

She throws her head back and laughs. “Nice, Will, real nice.”

“I love you, baby. Happy Birthday,” I croon.

“I love you too. More than you know.”

I kiss her forehead. Mayven is happy. That’s all I wanted for tonight.

However, when the door opens and Kelex walks in with Rhet, I breathe easy. Her night is complete. We’re all here.

Well, Tak was here. I’ll talk to him. After all, I’m not giving Mayven up. I’ve closed on the property for our new home and I’m working on finding the right ring.

“About time your ass showed up,” I say as Kelex comes over to where we’re dancing.

“Happy Birthday. Sorry I’m late.” He pulls Skittles into a hug. “Did you guys give her the thing?”

“Yeah.”

“Shit, I ran into a problem. I would have been here sooner.”

“What kind of problem?” Skittles and I ask at the same time.

He shakes his head. “Nothing.”

I narrow my eyes, but for tonight I let it go. Tonight, we celebrate. Tomorrow the assholes can take on the world.

Epilogue

For Life

Pit

Five and a half months later…

“Are you sure you want to meet this side of her?” I turn to Governor Jennings and lift a brow.

Yes, that’s right. I’m dating the governor’s daughter now. So much has changed in the last year.

Skittles’ father has been on a trip or two with us. I don’t mind, he foots the bill when he comes along which always ends in the best tequilas, brandies, and cigars. He seems like a happier man to me.

One of the biggest changes has been my baby wanting to move to the next phase in our lives. I’ve seen the way Mayven looks at babies. She wants one and I want to give it to her. However, we both agreed to get some things in order first.

Which is why we are here. The governor wanted to be a part of the proposal once I asked for Mayven’s hand. I, of course, couldn’t go with something normal. This has to be an asshole proposal or none.

“You know she gets it from her mother. We never told Mayven about how we truly met. That her mother actually choked a man and broke his arm to save my life. She was new to my detail and gorgeous, I’d been sneaking glances from the time she reported to work. But turning to find her with that man collared and all the other guards watching in astonishment, I knew she was the one,” he says with a sparkle in his eyes.

I laugh. “All right, Dad. If this is what you want.”

I pull my phone and dial Skittles. I probably should have picked a different way to do this, but she’ll get over it when she sees what’s going on. She answers the phone. I inhale, ready to change our lives forever.

Skittles

“Hey, Will,” I sing into the phone. “I was just thinking—”

“Baby, you’re not going to believe this shit,” he growls into the phone.

I sit up in the massage chair at the nail salon, pulling my feet from the UV light boxes. “What’s wrong?” I demand.

“Remember that chick the other night who was trying to get my number? The drunk one Ox kept you from slapping.”

Yup, I remember the persistent slut. She was about to take a grab at his junk. Ox snatched me right before I took her head off. She knew he was with me.

“Yeah, what about her?” I say, my eyes become slits as I narrow them.

“She came here and keyed my fucking car—”

“Is she still there?”

“Yeah, babe, she’s in here talking shit. Ox and I don’t want to put our hands on—”

He doesn’t get to finish. I hang up and hop out of my seat. I don’t care if the glue is dry or not. We’re done here.

I toss my girl some cash and grab my bag. Pad off with my flip-flops on my feet, marching out to my truck. Fuck Off is about twenty minutes from the salon.

I make it there in ten. I don’t think I’ve ever driven this Range Rover so fast. When I get to the bar, I park in the back. I don’t see Will’s car, but there is a really nice Bugatti back here. Rhet must be visiting. Maybe Pit parked out front so Rhet could park it back here and that’s how she was able to key his car.

I jump out of my truck and round it to get my aluminum bat out of the trunk. Bat in hand, I head toward the back entrance of the bar. I’m sick of this. This chick would not be the first. It’s like they all want him more now that he’s taken.

I’m about to send a message. Good thing it’s not an election year, because I’m about to be on the news. Daddy will have to suck this one up.

I march through the back door in my flip-flops, sweatpants and tank top. When I enter I kick my shoes off and start a jogging run through the hall to the main area of the bar.

I come up short when Pit comes into view dressed in a tux. He’s trying to hold back his laughter as I stand confused. I look around