Page 2 of Greed

“What about the blonde next to us?” Lindsey asked.

“No.” He didn’t even bother looking.

Lindsey had placed her hands beneath his leather jacket and was stroking the base of his back. They were swaying to the music, and it suddenly stopped and something upbeat came along.

He gritted his teeth but played along, dancing with Lindsey as she withdrew from him to suddenly beat her head and body, bouncing up and down so that her tits were all over the place. She had opted for no bra, and it really fucking showed.

Some of the men were looking over at her, but he knew she could more than handle herself. That was what Lindsey did. She looked all sweet, innocent, and at times a little on the dumb side, but she had a sharp mind and wit that always surprised everyone. Also, she knew how to throw a mean fucking punch.

After ten minutes on the dance floor, she gave him a grimace. “Got to pee.”

He walked off the dance floor to find Dime and Landon already waiting for him. Floss was nowhere to be seen.

“Do I even want to know?” he asked.

“Fucking some chick behind the back of the bar. He’ll be back in a minute,” Dime said.

“Good for him.” Pie took a swig of his beer, glancing toward the toilets to make sure Lindsey was okay. The last thing he wanted was for something bad to happen to her. This was supposed to be a night of fun, and he refused to cramp her style.

“Why don’t you just admit that you want her?” Landon asked.

“Oh, fuck, I thought we agreed not to delve into that shit.”

Pie looked from Dime to Landon.

“She’s my friend,” he said.

“Bullshit. You and Lindsey have pretty much been glued at the hip for over a year now. You can’t tell me that doesn’t mean something,” Landon said.

He glared at Landon. “You and Zoe were friends.”

“Please, I guarded her for Raoul. She’s a friend. Nothing more.”

“Yet you seem to think you can question my friendship with Lindsey.”

“Landon, don’t,” Dime said.

“No, let him speak. I want to know what the fuck he keeps on saying. What he thinks I want to hear.” He stared at Landon. The man had been part of the Trojans for some time and he’d worked his way from the patch up. He had a lot of respect for him, just like he did for all of his brothers, but right now he was pissed off.

“You want her, Pie. Instead of sitting around pretending, just take her. You know you want to. What are you going to do if she finds what she thinks of as her Mr. Right? You’re just going to accept that?”

Pie didn’t even like the sound of that. Glaring at Landon, he didn’t have anything else to say. He and Lindsey were friends. They got along better than most, and yes, they were on a mission to find each other’s partners, but that didn’t mean shit, at least it didn’t to him.

“All done. Whoa, what is with all the tension? I can feel it coming off you guys. You arguing over something?” Lindsey asked, joining them again.

“Yeah, we’re always arguing over something, baby. Don’t worry your head about a thing. Come on, dance with me,” Landon said.

Pie continued to grit his teeth as he watched Landon take her hand without even waiting for her to answer, leading her onto the dance floor. Lindsey didn’t put up a fight. She laughed at something he said, shaking her head at the same time. He didn’t like that Landon’s hands were on her hips, touching her in any way.

“You know you’re going to break that bottle,” Dime said.

He loosened his grip that he didn’t even realize he had. “Sorry, man.”

“Don’t worry about it with me. Landon is just being a shithead, you know. It’s what he does.”

“Fucker better learn to keep his thoughts to himself, and his hands.” If Landon touched Lindsey’s ass, Pie was going to fucking kill him. He had a gun on him as well, and he could do it.


“What’s going on?” Lindsey asked, looking up at Landon. The man was tall and ripped, but he was also younger than she liked as well. She didn’t have many limits, but she found she didn’t really gel with younger men. They were all about pushing boundaries. She knew she had so few, but also she didn’t like it when guys tried to push them. It just wasn’t for her.

“Nothing is going on, babe.”

“Cut the crap. Pie looked like he wanted to kill you. Dime didn’t look any better either. What was with all the shit?”

“Just talking guy stuff.”

“Your guy stuff sucks, just so you know, and it’s BS.”

“Why don’t you ask Pie? You and him seem to be getting cozy.” He stroked his hand down her back, heading toward her ass.

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