“What a shame, though. A whole lot of men would have paid to see Gianna in that get-up of hers.” He tsked in feigned disappointment, and anger burned my throat. I turned to leave, but . . . fuck it. “One last thing.” “Yeah?” When I turned to face him, I punched the smirk right off the fucker’s face. Ace wiped at the blood on his bottom lip, his eyes lit with amusement. “I guess this makes us even, Allister.”
