Smokeshow Read Online Abbi Glines

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I cringed. Had he really just said that? The redhead beamed at him and walked out of the pool, not looking away from him.

“She legal?” the guy asked Saxon.

“Yeah, she’s eighteen,” Saxon told him.

I stood there, watching as people began to gather their bags. People talked in groups among each other, and gazes would cut toward the three older guys, then quickly look away. Two other topless girls made their way over to the guy Saxon had called Gage. He seemed pleased by their attention. When the first one reached him, he cupped both her breasts in his hands and said something in a low voice that caused her to giggle.

I was no longer in a line for a drink since the people in front of me had moved to get their things and leave. I looked at the bartender, who was watching me. Unsure if I should order a club soda or not, I glanced back at Saxon. Declan was now with him, and they were discussing something. She didn’t look happy about whatever it was.

“You staying?” the bartender asked me.

I shifted my gaze back to him. “I have no idea,” I replied honestly.

“You might want to go,” he offered.

I nodded. Maybe I did. Instead of ordering another drink, I glanced back toward the pool house and decided to go get my things. This entire scene was weird and confusing.

“Maddy!” Trev’s voice called out my name, and I turned to see him walking my way. I waited for him to reach me. “Where are you going?” he asked.

“To get my things,” I said, then looked around him at the three guys. “Not sure who the rodeo squad is, but they told everyone to leave, and since the crowd is obeying, I assumed I should too.”

The corner of Trev’s mouth curved up. “Did you call them the rodeo squad?” he asked.

I nodded.

Then, he laughed. “Fucking brilliant.” He reached for my hand. “Come on.”

I hesitated, then put my hand in his. At the moment, he was the safer option. Especially if a scene from Pornhub was about to break out.

Saxon was still talking to an annoyed Declan. She had her hands on her hips, talking rapidly. Something had set her off. I felt bad for him, but then he was the one staying in the situation. He could just walk away from it.

“Uh, you want to go inside?” Trev asked me, looking back over my shoulder at something.

Out of curiosity, I glanced back to see what had him looking so serious. I wished I hadn’t. The redhead was straddling the guy she’d sauntered over to. He had her left nipple in his mouth, sucking, while she rocked back and forth on him. Both of his hands were cupping her almost-bare butt.

I quickly snapped my head back around and felt my face heat up.

“It’s going to get much worse than that,” Trev said to me. “Knowing Skylar, she’ll end up taking two of them on at the same time.”

“Are you serious?” I asked him in a whisper.

Trev smirked. “Deadly.”

“Oh,” I replied because I honestly had no words.

Five

Blaise

The fucker had moved my horse without talking to me. It was another one of his power plays to remind me who was in control. For now. He had already moved me into a position I was aware would one day be mine. Horse racing was also in my blood, and he knew it. He used it against me. The son of a bitch was vindictive, and I should have considered he’d do something like this to get me to take the next step.

I was the son he had prepared to step into his shoes. I was the one he’d trained to be ruthless. If it was just about the horses, this would have been easy, but my father wasn’t just a horse breeder. My legacy wasn’t to just take over Hughes Farm. It was darker than that. A darkness my little brother could never handle. Trev knew, of course. We all knew. It had been our life from the moment we had been born. Trev was just too much like his mother. Soft, fragile, unable to become what our father wanted.

Using more force than was necessary, I shoved open the door leading out to the pool, feeling a brief moment of relief when the crowd was gone. I reckoned I owed the boys for that one. It had been ten years since we had graduated high school, but the legacy never seemed to fade. Even this new generation held on to the stories. Hell, it had been at least six years since one of us had been arrested. We had been hotheaded and stupid back then. Age had taught us that to be successful in our world, you had to be smart. Not stupid. Keeping cops as friends was the first thing I’d learned. Of course, I knew it wasn’t our past that struck fear in them. There were also the whispers, things they would never say in public, truths they all hoped were lies.


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